#120 - Chapter 120: Qi Luo: I would like to worship you as my godfather (an extra chapter for yester

Guarantee the safety of yourself and your whole family?!

As long as you can do that, not to mention thirty years, I'll be your gofer for the rest of my life.

The fear of Voldemort once again occupied Quirrell's intellectual high ground.

Therefore, after hearing Sebastian's request, Quirrell excitedly stood up and directly shouted to Sebastian: "Thank you, boss!"

Seeing Quirrell being so cooperative, Sebastian grinned.

Very good!

The reason why he went to so much trouble to save Quirrell, besides wanting him to become a symbol in the magical world to resist Voldemort, was also to gain a useful employee.

After all, Sebastian has many industries in the Muggle world, basically all looked after by Regulus alone.

However, no matter how strong Regulus is, he can only take care of the basic盤 in Europe.

What's more, all his energy is now focused on the Muggle world's wizard film industry and wizard publishing house.

For regions outside of Europe, Regulus is really a bit overwhelmed.

Therefore, Quirrell, a guy of just the right size, entered Sebastian's sights.

First of all, this guy is friendly to the Muggle world and knows a lot about everything in the Muggle world.

Secondly, as an excellent graduate of Ravenclaw, Quirrell's strength is not bad.

After all, being able to sneak into Gringotts without being caught is indeed a talent.

Letting Quirrell be his business agent in Asia, there is no need to worry about his safety at all.

Of course, in order to ensure that this guy doesn't change his mind, he will also have to ask Severus to be a witness later and have Quirrell make an Unbreakable Vow.

Thinking of this, Sebastian smiled slightly, pulled Quirrell to a corner of the room, and casually cast a soundproofing spell.

"In order to prevent you from thinking I'm tricking you, listen to my conditions first. If you agree, I need you to make an Unbreakable Vow."

Hearing that he had to make an Unbreakable Vow, Quirrell's sanity recovered a lot. He was no longer so impulsive and became a little more cautious.

He had just escaped with his life from an unreliable boss, and he really didn't dare to gamble with his life casually again.

Quirrell looked at Sebastian and asked cautiously: "Or, could you first tell me how to guarantee the safety of my whole family?"

"Of course," Sebastian's voice was steady and powerful, appearing very confident.

"The first step is that I can use an ancient magic to hide the true names of your whole family, making you disappear from the magical level."

"That way, even owls won't be able to find you."

"For safety's sake, you and your parents had better change to a pseudonym. For example, from now on you will no longer be named Quirrell, but Locke."

"When Voldemort is completely dead, I can cancel the magic and help you restore your hidden true names."

Quirrell's heart stirred slightly. He felt that Sebastian's suggestion was very reliable.

Directly changing his family's true names from the magical level, so that those who try to find him through his name will all return empty-handed.

After all, if you want to use magic to find someone, besides hair, the easiest way is to find people through their name.

Hehe!

He had been bald for a long time, so this method was reliable.

"The second step is that I can send you an alchemical item that can effectively resist prophecy. That way, the Death Eaters will no longer be able to find you through prophecy."

Quirrell nodded again, and began to feel that this boss was sincerely considering him.

"The third step is that we need to seize the weaknesses of Voldemort and the Death Eater group."

Weaknesses?

Quirrell was a little puzzled and couldn't figure out what the weaknesses of the Voldemort team were.

Seeing Quirrell's puzzled look, Sebastian laughed and patted Quirrell's shoulder and said.

"Don't forget what your previous profession was."

Previous profession?

"Muggle Studies professor?" Quirrell hesitated. He couldn't figure out what this had to do with Voldemort's weaknesses.

Seeing that Quirrell still didn't understand, Sebastian grinned and stopped being mysterious.

"The biggest weakness of the Voldemort group is that they completely look down on Muggles."

"After solving your worries from the magical level, I will arrange a Muggle identity for you."

"You can safely be a Muggle for a few years and live with your parents as Muggles."

"That way, the Death Eaters will definitely not think of using Muggle methods to find you."

Hearing this, Quirrell's eyes suddenly lit up.

He was about to say something when he heard Sebastian continue.

"Of course, you can't stay in England all the time. For safety's sake, you must leave England by smuggler ship."

"Transfer to Thailand, Vietnam, Laos, Myanmar, Cambodia, and help me manage Asian business as a Muggle."

"Don't worry, you won't be short of wages, and I guarantee that you and your parents will be able to live well."

Hearing this, Quirrell had no more doubts in his heart. He believed that under Sebastian's arrangement, his family would be able to live well.

He held Sebastian's hand and said excitedly: "From today onwards, you will be my boss for the rest of my life."

"If you don't mind, I can worship you as my godfather."

Godfather?

This shameless guy.

Sebastian waved his hand speechlessly: "I don't want such a big godson."

"Next, I will arrange for you to meet a 'Muggle' in the Muggle world - Mr. White."

"You will learn the operation of the company as a Muggle with him, and then within a year, take your parents on a smuggler ship to Asia."

"By the way," Sebastian changed the subject and took out a magic camera and put it in Quirrell's hand.

"You go record a few videos later, I've already thought of the titles, it's called —"

[I'm reporting in real name, the Dark Lord doesn't treat his subordinates as human beings at all!]

"I want you to talk about how the Dark Lord fooled you and then persecuted you."

......

After arranging Quirrell properly, Sebastian left him to catch up with Professor Flitwick, and then took Harry out of the room.

As soon as he arrived in the corridor on the fourth floor, Sebastian saw Snape standing there with a dark face, and the three little guys standing obediently beside him.

"Potter, the four of you trespassed into the forbidden area on the fourth floor, deduct twenty points from each of you."

Although Snape's voice was flat, Harry could still hear the anger in his words because of his familiarity with him.

He lowered his head, not daring to refute a word.

"However," Snape's tone softened a lot, "given that the four of you can put aside your prejudices and cooperate together, I have decided to add thirty points to each person."

As soon as he finished speaking, Snape flicked his black robe and strode away from here.

Hearing Snape's handling, Sebastian almost couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

He wanted to see if Dumbledore would still add points to Gryffindor randomly after Snape's addition.

Sebastian smiled slightly, put his left arm around Harry and his right arm around Malfoy, and led the four little guys towards the Hogwarts kitchen.

"Harry said you haven't had dinner yet. Let's go, Professor, I'll cook myself and reward you four for your heroic performance."

"Malfoy, don't tell your father about today's matter."

"Why?" Malfoy was a little puzzled. He was now immersed in the experience of catching bad guys and couldn't wait to write a letter when he got back to show off to his parents.

"I'm worried that if you tell your father today, your pocket money will be stopped tomorrow."

So exaggerated?

Malfoy swallowed and decided to listen to the professor's words.

"Mr. Weasley, you played wizard's chess well, and you had the courage to sacrifice yourself. Professor gives you a thumbs up here."

Ron proudly puffed out his chest. He felt that the professor was absolutely right.

"Miss Granger, thanks to you for recognizing the Devil's Snare, successfully resolving the crisis, and saving Mr. Weasley's life. You are indeed the smartest witch in the first grade."

Hermione shyly scratched her hair. She felt that the professor's praise was too exaggerated.

"Harry, I'm very happy that you didn't rush up to fight desperately, and that you knew how to use your equipment advantage to deal with the enemy."

"Hehe..." Harry smiled embarrassedly and exchanged glances with his companions.

"Are you all starving? You have to eat a lot later!"

"By the way, what do you want to drink? I have Coke, pumpkin juice, and non-alcoholic butterbeer here."

Harry and the others looked at each other and shouted out the drinks they wanted at the same time.

"Coke × 2!"

"Butterbeer × 2!"

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