Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Tver looked at the boss playfully.

He is tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard, and blue eyes with a hint of indifference.

If he hadn’t known the plot, Turville would never have associated him with Principal Dumbledore.

Yes, this is Dumbledore’s younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore.

The elder brother is the first white wizard and the famous headmaster of Hogwarts, but the younger brother is the owner of a shabby bar in a small village.

It seemed that Tver looked at it for too long, which annoyed the store manager, so Aberforth repeated it impatiently.

“Guest, what do you want? Butterbeer or firewhiskey? Or do you plan to stay in the hotel?”

“A bottle of butterbeer will do.”

Tver quickly found an empty table, which happened to be not far or near from Quirrell.

Quirrell also ordered a bottle of butterbeer and was drinking it by himself.

Compared to other bars, it was relatively quiet here. Only Hagrid was playing cards there and chatting with others about magical creatures, making a lot of noise.

But when Tver saw the butter beer bottle that was served, he immediately lost the idea of ​​taking a sip.

The dirt was greasier than Professor Snape’s hair, and the smell of garlic was more off-putting than Quirrell’s.

It must have been Aberforth’s intention, just to get back at him for being rude just now.

Both brothers become more naive as they get older!

Tver shook his head slightly.

As for the bottle of beer, forget it.

Sitting in the bar, Tver did not specifically observe Quirrell’s movements, but just like him, listened to the conversations of the people around him.

“It is said that Gringotts was broken into by a mysterious man, and he finally escaped.”

“You’re behind the times. That mysterious man has emptied Gringotts. The goblins are having a headache how to make up for the loss.”

“In my opinion, this is Gringotts directing and acting on its own. He secretly swallowed up the property of the depositors and told the public that it was stolen!”

Tver’s face hidden under his hood twitched slightly.

What am I expecting?

Quirrell was probably the same. His shoulders were slumped, and he was impatient. He put his hands on the table and wanted to get up.

At this time, Hagrid suddenly said something, which made Quirrell quickly calm down.

“Then you have never seen a three-headed dog. I have raised it for a year, and it has grown from such a small one,” he gestured with his palms, “to as tall as the ceiling. The only trouble is that the three heads are prone to fighting. .”

With just these words, Quirrell sat down again and listened quietly to Hagrid’s chat.

However, Hagrid only mentioned this about the three-headed dog, and the rest was about his love for fire dragons, which made Quirrell a little disappointed.

But this also let Tver know Quirrell’s purpose tonight.

It turns out I’m still worried about the three-headed dog.

A smile appeared on his lips, he picked up the beer he hadn’t taken a sip of, and sat next to Hagrid.

This action was not conspicuous. There were already people coming and going around Hagrid watching them play cards.

After Tver sat down and looked quietly for a while, he suddenly spoke.

“I also have a three-headed dog, a big one. They are wild and difficult to tame. I don’t know how you tamed them. If I hadn’t known their weaknesses, I would have been bitten to death by them sooner or later.”

With something to talk about, Hagrid’s interest also rose. Not many people were willing to talk to him about magical creatures. After all, he had different views on these little creatures.

“That’s very simple. Three-headed dogs like to eat cooked meat, but they don’t mind eating raw meat. You just need to feed them raw meat normally, and then feed them cooked meat during training, and they will train obediently according to your instructions.”

Hagrid chatted a lot with great interest. Tver did not hear the rest clearly. He only needed to know one thing –

The prey took the bait.

Ever since he brought up the subject of the three-headed dog, he had been feeling a hidden gaze following him.

Needless to say, the only one who could pay attention to him for so long was Quirrell.

After thanking Hagrid, Tver hurriedly left the bar, pretending that he was a wizard who had learned the skills and planned to rush home to train the three-headed dog.

However, after leaving the bar, his pace slowed down a little, and he walked slowly towards the entrance of the village, walking on the empty streets.

Quirrell was also patient. He followed him but never came up, and he was not afraid of him apparating away.

Standing at the entrance of the village, Tver lost his patience and made a lame apparation gesture.

Sure enough, Quirrell hurriedly stepped out of the shadows.

“Friend, don’t leave yet,” his voice was cheerful, trying to make Tver relax his guard, “We can talk

Want to chat? ”

“Who are you?” Tver took two steps back pretending to be surprised, “I’m going home in a hurry, so I won’t talk to you any more.”

“Don’t worry, my friend.” Quirrell took out a small bag, which made a crisp sound. “You only need to answer a small question from me, and you can get twenty galleons. It’s very simple.”

Tver burst into laughter.

To bribe Hagrid was to use fire dragon eggs, which only gave him twenty galleons.

What’s more, he didn’t intend to say it directly.

Tver pretended that he was attracted to Galleon, and after a pause he said, “What do you want to know? It’s too difficult, so I can’t guarantee that I know it too.”

“It’s very simple. Just tell me what the three-headed dog’s weakness is.”

Quirrell shook the purse in his hand seductively.

Tver crossed his arms and said to him in a joking tone: “This is not a simple question. I think you have been sitting in the bar for so long and you still don’t know the answer to this question.”

Quirrell was suddenly furious, and Tweel’s gesture was obviously trying to manipulate him.

“Don’t be proud, at worst I’ll ask the big guy!” He gritted his teeth and said.

“Then you go and ask,” Tver waved his hand to Quirrell, “I will come here next week, you can come to me if you haven’t asked the answer yet.”

Before Quirrell could answer, his figure flashed and disappeared in an instant. He still looked as clumsy as before.

Quirrell immediately realized that he had been tricked!

The scared posture just now was intentional, to trick him into letting his guard down!

“You are careless.” A faint voice sounded from inside Quirrell’s hood.

Quirrell immediately clasped his hands in front of his chest and said respectfully: “Master, it’s my fault. That person is not as simple as he appears.”

“I mean, you were targeted from the very beginning in the bar!”

Voldemort’s voice suddenly became harsh, making Quirrell tremble in fright.

“I…I don’t understand what you mean, my master.”

“That man has been paying attention to you since he entered the bar and knows your every move, you idiot!”

Voldemort also felt extremely angry, because this was what he had just realized.

He, the great Dark Lord, was actually tricked by a guy who was hiding his head and showing his tail!

“You must come here next week, pick out this man’s soul, and let me see what’s inside!”