A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 40 Quirrell
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the flickering candlelight was extremely dim, and the windows were covered by thick curtains. Only the continuous sound of rain penetrated in, which seemed to bring the cold humidity outside.

There is also a choking garlic smell in the room, which is much stronger than that in the classroom.The surrounding furnishings were also messy, the desk was in a mess, and beside it was a crucible that had been boiled but not cleaned up. The black residue inside made Owen want to recite a few more "clean up" spells .

It's been a while since I followed Quirrell back from the Forbidden Forest, and the two people in the office still haven't spoken a word.Quirrell huddled in his chair and shivered, and let out a low wail like a wounded animal, which sounded pitiful.Obviously, Voldemort used his body, causing him great burden and injury.

Owen approached the warm fireplace on his own, and placed himself in the orange light from the flames, without caring about the other party at all.The wet clothes and the heavy mud made him very uncomfortable, and he wanted to cast a spell on himself, but his wand hadn't been returned yet.

Pulling out the kitten Lizi who had been tucked up in his neckline, Owen stroked the shivering little guy again and again, thinking about the fax machine that he missed again tonight.This thing is really a scam, it's just that Owen didn't find it, and he almost put himself in it.

The kitten Lizi in his hand shrank into a small ball, its beautiful big ears drooped listlessly, and its long tail rested weakly on Owen's wrist.It was terrified tonight, and it was drenched in rain again. At this time, it was drooping with its head drooping, its eyes narrowed into a thin slit.

Owen held it close to the fire in the fireplace to dry its fur.

"Professor, it looks like you're in a bad state." Owen turned his head to look at Quirrell who was sobbing softly with a peaceful expression, bent his index finger and flicked off the pocket watch cover in his hand with a "ding", and said in a soft and melodious tone .

"It's getting late. If I don't go back, my roommates might think that I'm missing and report to the dean in a hurry. You might as well wait until you're better...we'll talk again." He glanced lightly He glanced at the wand that belonged to him that Quirrell held in his hand, and slowly stroked the dial of the pocket watch with his fingers.

"No, no... I'll be fine soon..." Quirrell opened his eyes suddenly, tremblingly took out a bottle of red potion from under his desk, and took a big gulp of it into his mouth , and then burst into coughing.

Owen glanced at him. The current Quirrell is completely different from the one he talked to in the Forbidden Forest. pressure.

It has to be said that although the previous confrontation was full of invisible dangers, it made him feel a hearty tit-for-tat for a long time, like performing a thrilling and exciting escape magic in front of the audience, which made him want to stop.

"It can't be like this. If there are too many waves, you will die." Owen licked his lips, narrowed his eyes like a lazy and cunning cat, and silently examined Quirrell's current state.

"Judging from his current miserable situation, it is very consistent with the situation where his body is occupied by a ghost-like black magic creature..."

"But, what is that? It seems that no black magic creature can have such a clear mind, and can even use magic proficiently." Owen pinched the front paw of the cat in his hand thoughtfully, "This In this case, it looks like ghosts, but ghosts have lost all their magic power, and even possession is impossible... maybe some kind of special ghosts?"

"It's very dangerous." He muttered in his heart.Quirrell's body is obviously being eroded, once he can't hold on anymore, what if the ghost targets him?Judging from the current situation, this does not seem impossible.

At this time, Quirrell finally returned to normal, but his complexion became paler, as if he had suffered a serious illness.He took a deep look at Owen, then struggled to get up from the chair, raised his wand and waved it at the surrounding walls and windows.A misty, dark mist gushes from the tip of his wand, dissolves into the air and disappears.

After releasing the spell, he held his head again and panted for a long time before staggering back to the chair.

"The magic of blocking sound, you know, this is not a safe place for me." Quirrell let out a shrill laugh, and then pointed to the chair on the other side, "You can sit there."

Owen looked down at the dark and unknown stain on the chair, and goose bumps appeared on his body.He shook his head slowly, and hugged the warm kitten tightly in his arms.

"Hehe, if you are willing to stand and talk." Quirrell said lazily, the smile on his face looked weird and malicious in the dim environment.

"Professor Quirrell, this is the real you. It seems that your usual appearance is all fake." Owen smiled.

"Yeah, as you said, the more cowardly and weak a person is, the less likely he is to attract attention. Who would doubt... Poor, stammering... Professor Quirrell? "Qi Luo smiled coldly, feeling very proud of his actions.

"Hmm..." You are so clever!Don't you know that when an otherwise normal person suddenly becomes abnormal, it attracts people's attention?Owen complained in his heart, but he only agreed with a smile on his face.

In the face of this kind of foolish and self-righteous guy, all you have to do is to agree with him fiercely, let him immerse himself in waves of praise and forget about it, and then just wait for him to kill himself.

Quirrell coughed lightly, raised his face slightly, looked at Owen, and said, "Since you agreed to be my servant..."

"Professor, do you think you misunderstood something?" Owen interrupted him with a smile, and leaned casually against the fireplace, "If I remember correctly, I just talked to the one in your body... that A person exists, and a deal has been reached. I am willing to help you to a certain extent in exchange for my life at that time... and freedom."

Seeing Quirrell's froze expression, the smile on Owen's face deepened a little: "This is just a transaction, so I am cooperating with you, no, to be precise, with the person in your body. Relationship, not affiliation. You pay the reward first, and I will naturally pay the corresponding price...until the money and goods are settled."

Initiative!No matter at any time, we must grasp a certain amount of initiative!Even if you are at an absolute disadvantage, you must not easily put yourself in a subordinate position, and you must not let others easily grasp yourself... What's more, the Quirrell in front of him is really not very smart in Owen's opinion.At this time, you should seize the opportunity to turn over the previous words and change them to something more beneficial to yourself.

Blindly giving in will only get you ruthless squeeze, and only by keeping the bottom line can you be able to negotiate terms, even if you sell yourself, you can sell yourself at a good price.Quirrell obviously did not understand this truth.

After hearing Owen's words, Quirrell's expression instantly became gloomy.Instinctively, he raised his hand to cover the big purple scarf on his head, and said sharply: "You know I have, have..."

"Isn't this obvious? I'm not a fool." Owen tilted his head, looked deeply at Quirrell's scarf, "You guys give me a completely different feeling. Even I can see that, You are in a subordinate relationship with him..."

"Of course, this has nothing to do with me. I won't go back on my word, and I don't intend to comment on your situation, professor." Owen's words were always gentle and polite, without presumptuousness, "I just hope you can tell me that I can help you What are you?"

(End of this chapter)