Chapter 37 Tracking and Surveillance

Hogwarts seems very quiet during the day. Almost all students are in class. Only when passing through the classrooms in the corridor can you hear bursts of voices.

In the slightly empty castle, Quirrell walked furtively on the fourth floor.

There is a corridor full of armors on the fourth floor, and there is a trophy display room inside.

Quirrell passed by from time to time, not daring to look at the shining silver or gold trophies, shields, medals and statues, feeling a little guilty.

Voldemort was scratched on the face by a cat. He regarded it as a great shame and humiliation, and ordered Quirrell to catch the cat who knew nothing about heaven and earth.

Quirrell quietly investigated last week and found that there are no orange cats among the students, so it is most likely the pet of a certain professor.

This made him afraid to go looking for the cat in a big way. He only squatted where he met the cat and wanted to solve the problem quietly in private.

Coincidentally, there was a place on the fourth floor that Dumbledore had designated as a restricted area.

Voldemort was interested in the restricted area and didn't care that Quirrell was searching aimlessly on the fourth floor.

Suddenly, Quirrell stopped and saw a cat with dark gray hair. It was Mrs. Norris.

It is very thin and makes its eyes bulge out very prominently. When it looks at you quietly, it seems like a person is staring at you.

The corner of Quirrell's mouth twitched, and he saw the guardian talisman worn around Mrs. Norris's neck, as well as the security guard and the whistle-like talisman like a small trumpet.

Filch is simply crazy!

Filch had attached great importance to Mrs. Lorris' scream since he heard it but caught nothing.

In addition, it was its scream that attracted other students and discovered something strange on the seventh floor.

So when Filch helped Mrs. Norris apply for various defensive charms, the college generously approved them.

Any student in Hogwarts is probably not as safe as this cat.

Quirrell didn't dare to mess with it, and whenever he saw it, he would remember the pain of being scratched severely by the big orange cat.

"Professor Quirrell."

Professor McGonagall came from a short distance away, with a straight back and a serious face. Standing in front of Quirrell, she was half a head taller than Quirrell.

She asked probingly: "Why did you appear on the fourth floor?"

"In the award showroom, I want to see who has won the award. I want to tell their stories in class." Quirrell was very nervous and stuttered his answer.

Professor McGonagall said sternly: "Professor Quirrell, many students have reported to me that your Defense Against the Dark Arts class is too bad. If this continues, you may not be able to pass the college's midterm assessment.

You are a professor hired by Hogwarts. You have rich wandering experience in the forests of Eastern Europe. You are familiar with vampires, werewolves, and resurrected zombies...

Hogwarts hopes that you will use your rich experiences to open up more horizons for students and learn more emergency response methods, instead of inviting you to come and tell useless stories. "

McGonagall paused, "I don't intend to comment on everyone's teaching methods, but I hope you can make changes this week, otherwise you may have to go to the principal's office next week."

Under Dumbledore's promotion, McGonagall became the Vice Principal of Hogwarts five years ago.

Dumbledore is also the Minister of Magic and does not have much time to deal with school affairs. Most of them are handled by McGonagall.

Rather than saying that Quirrell was hired by Dumbledore, it would be better to say that Quirrell was invited by McGonagall to teach.

After hearing the students' feedback, McGonagall couldn't understand why a wizard with so much experience could be so bad at teaching.

Quirrell swallowed hard and nervously grabbed the scarf on his head. This time he changed the scarf to black, which made his face look even paler.

"Okay, okay, Professor McGonagall."

Before Professor McGonagall left, he glanced at Mrs. Norris who was not far away.

Mrs. Norris watched her quietly.

After Professor Quirrell stopped trembling, the fourth floor was empty, not even the cat was there.

Noon, happy eating time.

The food of the four colleges has undergone distinct changes.

Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw are okay. They all have traditional British food, along with various snacks and cakes, and occasionally a few dark dishes developed in the kitchen.

But Hufflepuff's food table has changed a lot. At a glance, Eastern food occupies half of the table.

Almost every little badger is holding a cup of milk tea in their hands, eating and drinking at the same time.

The combination of fresh milk and fragrant black tea or green tea brings a novel taste touch, and it is packaged in a bottle that is easy to hold by hand, with the Badgeryuan characteristic——

A Q-version badger wearing a yellow and black uniform, holding a knife and fork, feasting on the food.

Students from the other three colleges craned their necks to see what was in the bottle.

Gryffindor was the first to embrace Eastern cuisine.

The Weasley twins ran to the kitchen and asked the house elves to bring some food from the Badger Yard and inquired about the contents of the bottles.

The chaos and noise outside can't affect the good mood of the badgers when they are cooking.

Especially Lin Xia, she can eat as much as several students by herself, and she is not seen wolfing down her food. Her eating etiquette is impeccable, but her stomach is like a bottomless pit.

The other badgers were all impressed by her appetite. If they were to choose a "king of rice" among the badgers, Lin Xia would definitely be elected unanimously.

Fairy Bai jumped a few times, jumped onto Lin Xia's lap, stretched lazily, and then lay down.

Lin Xia lowered her head and stroked its head. Several pictures flashed through her mind——

Professor McGonagall's conversation with Quirrell, and Quirrell's sneaky investigation on the fourth floor.

These images are like an old TV with a bad signal, and the screen may turn white at any time.

The sound is also vague, like a person talking in sleep, mumbling vaguely.

She gently scratched the chin of the White Fairy, and the White Fairy squinted comfortably.

After sacrificing Quirrell's scarf, her cultivation only increased a little, and the biggest gain was Voldemort's memory crystal.

The little white cat is different, it has become smarter.

From then on, Lin Xia could vaguely feel the White Fairy's thoughts.

After a few days of exploration, the White Fairy was able to simply convey some information or pictures to her.

It's just that because it is a cat, its perspective and thoughts are very different from those of humans, and more training is needed in this regard.

However, Lin Xia thought that when the White Fairy becomes smarter, these problems should be solved.

Lin Xia fed the White Fairy a piece of saury, her hand went from its head to the tip of its tail, and whispered, "Well done."

"Swish--"

Many owls flew in from the window, and a copy of the Daily Prophet was thrown on Lin Xia's dining table.

The Daily Prophet was still pursuing the "Gringotts theft". The newspaper would not give up the follow-up after getting such a hard-earned piece of news.

No matter how much money Gringotts gave, it would not work.

Suddenly, another letter was thrown on the table, along with a small box.

Lin Xia picked up the envelope and was stunned. A letter from Ollivander?

She had been in Hogwarts for half a month. Every two or three days, she would write a letter to Ollivander to report on the research progress of the magnetic wand, but she had never received any reply.

Could it be...

Lin Xia couldn't hide her excitement. She quickly grabbed the small box and put it in her pocket, and then checked the letter.