Hogwarts: Capturing Nagini at the Beginning

Chapter 63 Quirrell’s Nightmare

"Hey, does the ceiling look nice?" Hermione asked hesitantly after not seeing an answer for a long time.

"Ahem, don't be angry, I was thinking about a very serious thing just now."

Luo Bin drank the green apple juice in one gulp, and most of the evil fire in his heart had just dissipated.

Hermione leaned forward suddenly and asked excitedly: "Do you remember who Nico Flamel is?"

Looking into those steamy eyes, Luo Bin felt that he might need to take a cold shower.

Snapped!
  Another sausage was accurately stuffed into Little Pepper's mouth, and then all the sausages on Luo Bin's plate were returned to the other side.

"What I just thought about has nothing to do with Nico Flamel. However, I agree with your proposal. From now on, your apple juice belongs to me, and my sausage belongs to you. The food exchange period is..."

"Forever!" Hermione replied.

"Ok!"

Luo Bin: (￣▽￣), I hope that when Little Pepper can’t eat it anymore, she won’t regret today’s decision.

After coaxing the perfect girl, Luo Bin felt that the food on the plate was much more fragrant.

He was in a good mood and energetic in whatever he did. Over the next week, he quietly observed the effectiveness of Murphy Eli's medicine.

Quirrell's mental state gradually evolved from panic and nervousness to panic and suspicion.

He ate with his face pressed against the plate, dared not look at people in class, and walked close to the wall. When he met Mrs. Norris, who was walking silently, he would definitely let out a cry ten times more horrifying than Myrtle's.

If this continues, he will not be far from becoming mentally damaged and hallucinating during the day. However, Luo Bin doesn't mind manually pulling up the progress bar for mental damage.

Thursday, the week before Christmas and the day before the holidays!
  After the four of them finished their flying lessons, they walked towards Gryffindor Tower while discussing what type of books would involve Nico Flamel.

When climbing to the third floor, the stairs suddenly rotated, and there was no way ahead. It happened that Ms. Gray floated from the fourth floor to the third floor. An idea suddenly came to Hermione's mind, that is, to follow the example of thousands of seniors and sisters, and go to the sea. Lena asked who Nicoléme was.

She picked up the hem of her witch robe and hurriedly chased Ms. Gray. Seeing this, Robin, Harry, and Ron also followed. However, the wind-like Little Pepper ran too fast, and the three of them ran away. He chased the person away.

"Cool! She runs much faster on the ground than flying in the sky." Ron panted.

"What to do now?" Harry asked.

"Look for them separately!" Luo Bin replied.

Then, the three of them separated at a fork in the road. Luo Bin walked and came to a dead end!

He wanted to turn back to another corridor to find Hermione, but suddenly there was a whimpering and grumbling sound in the room next to him.

He raised his ears and vaguely heard the words master, soul, and don't eat me. His eyes suddenly lit up. He tiptoed and slipped into the next room. He put his ears against the wall and eavesdropped on what was going on there.

"Master, I will always be loyal to you! Please don't swallow me, I don't want to be forgotten."

"I have body odor (garlic smell), I'm weak, and I can't even defeat lower magical creatures. Everyone in the school knows this."

"Master, I will help you find a young and handsome body for you to drive. Please don't swallow my soul."

His voice was high-pitched and trembling, with a strong air of nervousness.

The master devours souls?

Could it be that the village bully thought Quirrell was stupid and planned to make him no, no, braised eggs, even noseless braised eggs, his taste was still there, and he would never fall in love with Quirrell.

The next second, a hoarse, low, and angry voice confirmed his guess.

"Idiot, you can't tell the difference between dreams and reality. You are extremely stupid. If you don't get the thing, I will make your dream come true." "Master, I am in so much pain!"

It could be heard that Quirrell was very broken.

"Complete the order and I will help you get rid of it. At that time, you will no longer be afraid of anyone except me. Do as I say."

"Okay, Master!"

Squeak!

(The wooden door is pushed open)
  Da da! Da da!
  (The footsteps gradually faded away until they were completely inaudible)
  Luo Bin leaned his back against the wall and summarized the information he heard.

In Quirrell's nightmare, Luodan no longer wanted him as a servant, but also swallowed his soul and took his body as his own. His dream of becoming a feared wizard was also shattered into pieces.

You deserve it. Who asked you to make a deal with the devil?
  After Luo Bin understood the fear in Quilo's heart, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said secretly that it was time to activate the progress bar of Quilo's mental damage.

He opened the door and walked out of the room, along the corridor, and turned to the 'Ψ'-shaped fork in the road.

He heard the conversation between Hermione and Quirrell on the right front. After thinking for a few seconds, he decisively chose the corridor on the left and walked to the door of Quirrell's office.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

pat!

The lock core of the cursed door lock automatically popped open. Luo Bin put on his leather gloves, pushed the door open and walked in.

The layout of Chilo's office is very rigid. In addition to a standard set of teachers' desks and chairs and a stone platform, ten bookcases 1 meter wide and 2 meters high are placed against the stone wall. The cabinets are filled with books, such as travel notes, History, biography, black magic, spells, geography and more.

After reading books for so many years, but abandoning everything because of a few words from Lu Dan, it shows that you are a big fool who can't figure out the situation.

Luo Bin took out the transparent aqueous solution he bought at the spice and joke store, and based on the psychological suggestion knowledge he had learned as a receptionist in a psychology studio in his previous life, he left writings on the walls, tables, bookcases, and doors, and then quietly Touch away.

That night, Quirrell walked into the office in a daze. After lighting a candle, he made a cup of strong tea. He did not plan to sleep tonight because the dream was too terrifying and too realistic.

He leaned in front of the desk and clutched his temples, forcing himself to read a book called "Nightmares and Dreams". Out of his sight, the black smoke from the top of the candle flame slowly spread throughout the room.

Some light red writing with water drop patterns hanging below gradually emerged under the influence of black smoke.

Quirrell picked up the tea cup for the 11th time, raised his nose high, but only drank a little bit of the tea bottom. When he stood up and planned to make another cup, he suddenly saw a line of bright red characters appear on the table for no reason.

[Warning, those who associate with monsters will eventually be devoured by monsters! 】

The words echoed the dream. Quirrell was so frightened that he threw away the cup, turned around, ran to the bookcase and squatted down. As his body shivered and trembled, a red shadow suddenly appeared at the end of his eyes.

He didn't dare to turn around and look, so he stood up and wanted to escape to the bookcase opposite. However, after he stood up, he had to accept the baptism of scarlet writing all over the bookcase.

【warn! 】

【monster! 】

【Swallow! 】

His legs were so frightened that he stumbled to the stone wall, trying to pick up the wand on the stone platform to protect himself. However, the next second, a huge, scarlet red figure appeared on the stone wall in front of him. picture of.

It was an extremely ferocious and terrifying face. The eyes of that face were fishy red and shone with a strange red light. The face had no bridge of nose, and the nostrils were as thin and long as snakes. The mouth of that face was pursed. It became a thin line.

The terrifying face coincides with the owner in the dream.

Quirrell was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground. He put his palms on the ground and crawled to the door with difficulty, but found that the door lock could not be opened no matter how hard he turned.

(End of this chapter)