Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Snake Have?

The Leaky Cauldron.

Old Tom wiped his glass.

Looking at the man pushing the door open.

He quickly said hello warmly.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, what would you like to drink?"

"Hey Tom, just butter...beer...and...wine."

"Butterbeer? It's indeed a good choice. You know, the butterbeer I have here is the purest, but are you sure you don't want a glass of aged citron?"

"Forget it, just give me a cup of yellow butter and beer..."

Quirrell, who had just sat down, heard Tom's recommendation.

He was so scared that he waved his hands repeatedly.

Ganpu aged social wine.

One of the most unpleasant drinks in the world!

The Leaky Cauldron is for people to taste.

He even promised to get a hundred gold galleons for just one drink.

But so far no one has had a pint.

Enough to think about the power of aged mandarin oranges.

"That's a pity. Aged Cappuccino is a good wine. I don't think anyone knows that."

Tom shook his head sadly.

Fill Professor Quirrell's glass with butterbeer.

He just put the beer in front of Quirrell, who had his head lowered and worried.

I saw Crow and the others pushing out the door.

"Look! It's two little wizards. Are you the new students at Hogwarts this year? I think you have bought what you need, right?"

"I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, it's already the entrance season again. Oh, by the way, let me introduce to you, this is Professor Quirrell, the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts!"

Tom excitedly ran to Crow and the others.

His words also attracted the attention of everyone in the bar.

A worried Quirrell is no exception.

Hearing Tom's introduction, he could only stand up helplessly.

"I'm very happy to meet you."

He had a reserved smile on his face.

As if humans and animals are harmless.

"It seems that Professor Quirrell is really happy to see us. After all, he has already used two of them."

"The Dark Lord we saw in the books before was definitely not a gentle person like Professor Quirrell. Hermione, do you think so?"

Crow blinked at Hermione a few times.

"Yes, Professor Quirrell is gentle and gentle. He is definitely not the Dark Lord."

Hermione didn't know Crow's purpose though.

But he still nodded cooperatively.

Quirrell looked a little stiff after hearing this.

Crow used two very.

It was obvious that he was imitating his stuttering.

But what Crow said later.

But it frightened him.

Although it seems like an unintentional statement.

But the content of the words made him afraid.

After all Voldemort

Right on him!

【Strong anger detected! 】

[Get reward: golden treasure chest! 】

[Strong murderous intent detected! 】

[Get reward: golden treasure chest! 】

.......

Crow's eyes flashed.

In two gold treasure chests.

There is absolutely no contribution from the nose!

Although it's not just a gold treasure chest.

But he's still looking forward to what will come out of it?

Voldemort is probably best at all kinds of dark spells, right?

If you want to eat a big melon...

"Well, I have other things to do, so I'll go first."

After saying this, he didn't wait for everyone's reaction.

Quirrell then walked towards the direction Crow and the others came from.

Crow looked at his back with some pity.

That was Voldemort.

No less than Dumbledore's presence.

The probability of popping up a high-level treasure chest is absolutely ridiculously high.

But he didn't dare to push too hard.

The dog will jump over the wall when he is anxious.

What's more, Voldemort is the Dark Lord?

"That's what he is. In fact, after all, he is still your senior. Well, you may not know that he was once a very talented student."

"It was only later... that he became the cautious person he is now."

"However, his attainments in magic are still very high, otherwise he would not be a teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Tom wiped the counter.

Tell a few people about Quirrell's experience.

At the end, I didn’t forget to give a few people a shot in the arm.

After all, no one knows what his teacher is like.

I'm afraid they all doubt whether he is capable of fulfilling his duties as a teacher, right?

"Thank you boss for your story, but I think we should go back as soon as possible, although we really want to stay in this magical world for a while longer."

Crow pointed at the eagle owl huddled in a cage.

"But I think they definitely don't want us to stay longer. If we have the chance, we will visit again!"

Hermione opened her mouth to say something.

She wanted to hear more anecdotes about the wizarding world.

But Crow said so.

Besides, the eagle owl really needs a bigger cage.

It will be painful for her to be crammed in a small cage.

"Oh, it's okay, you two little wizards. If you have the opportunity, you can come here more often. Well, I can get you two glasses of juice."

Tom burst out laughing.

The people in the bar started laughing too.

They weren't mocking Crow and Hermione.

Just go into a bar and you can only drink juice.

It was worse than Merlin's beard.

Crow and the others ignored the laughter around them.

Walk straight out of the Broken Ax Bar.

"Really, why are you laughing at us? What's so funny about drinking juice? Humph!"

"It's really nothing funny, but among a group of strong men drinking wine, it's funny to see two little guys carrying juice."

Mr. Granger scratched the back of his head.

He avoided looking into his wife's eyes.

Mrs. Granger rolled her eyes angrily.

"They don't have any ill intentions. You don't need to be angry. This kind of thing is very common. Just treat them as if they don't exist."

"And you, why don't you quickly find a car? Do we have to walk home?"