Chapter 154 Arrangement

The Slytherins who had just lowered their heads to take a sip of oatmeal looked up and saw a smiling badger standing next to them. The shock was unbearable. Many people had sticky oatmeal paste flowing out of the corners of their mouths and panicked. He hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and wiped it.

Except for the first-year students, all the Slytherins stood up and looked at this uninvited guest with wary expressions.

Their movements were so big that they once again attracted everyone's attention.

The auditorium fell silent again.

Robert looked at the witch with a wary look on his face with a smile, "Senior Farley, I haven't seen you for a few months, and you have become even more beautiful."

The witch known as Farley is the prefect of Slytherin this year. Thinking of the experience of being beaten by this bastard junior student without hesitation in the past few years, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch, and she said expressionlessly ,"Thanks."

"Senior is this year's prefect, right? Congratulations, senior. After all, in Hogwarts, only the best people can become prefects." Robert tilted his head with a smile, looking harmless. " Then, such an outstanding senior will definitely not refuse a reasonable request from a junior, right?"

These words made the young prefect furious. If she said any words of rejection in public, the prestige she had established in front of the young wizards would collapse in an instant.

Suppressing the anger in her heart, she took a deep breath and asked warily, "What's the matter?"

"It's not a big deal." Robert said casually, and at some point the wand appeared in his hand and turned like a penholder. Slytherin watched his movements warily, for fear that this guy would cast a spell without saying a word. .

"Due to the relevant provisions of the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act", we are not allowed to use magic at home during the summer vacation, and I am also a person who abides by the law of confidentiality. In a few days, there will be a magic snowball competition Yeah, that was a great game, wasn't it?" Robert babbled.

Just don’t mention any requests.

Farley was troubled by his words. She interrupted him and asked impatiently, "What do you want to do? If you don't say anything, please leave. My friends and I are still going to continue eating."

"Senior is really impatient. I just want to explain the reason. In short, I feel that my skills are a bit rusty now. You know, in this state, there is definitely no way to guide the new students. I just don't know if Senior has Sora, can you give me some guidance? I want to get back my...feel quickly."

As he spoke, he showed an expectant expression, as if he really hoped to receive guidance from his senior sister.

The deliberate pauses left unsaid are left to the endless reveries of others.

The corners of the Slytherins' mouths twitched fiercely.

are you crazy!

Why don't your intentions of "Come and hit me" be so obvious!

Guidance!

You obviously came here to declare a challenge on purpose, right?

He even said he was asking his senior for advice, but he obviously wanted to start a group fight at the start of school!

The Slytherin snakes sneered. We have seen this scene many times. Do we think we will be fooled by you again?

However, someone really took the bait.

Marcus, who was sitting opposite Farley and was deliberately ignored by Robert, was angry. If he wanted to say why, well, in short, this guy seemed to be pursuing a certain prefect. He slammed the table and shouted loudly, "You're from Badger Yard! You Pay attention to me!"

Farley breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to politely refuse Robert's invitation, he heard Marcus shouting in his drake voice, "If you want guidance, I'll be with you at any time!"

The beautiful female prefect almost gave this idiot a kick. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Guidance or something..."

"It's refreshing!" Robert slapped his hands, and the sound was so loud that it almost deafened Farley's ears. "We don't have any classes after three o'clock this afternoon. Okay, you don't have to deny it. It's just a third-grade class schedule. I want to 'borrow' it." Easy."

The two people deliberately emphasized the tone of "borrowing", and Robert said with a smile, "At 3:10, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, let's hurry up, we can't delay Professor Quirrell's class. Of course, if you want to demonstrate it to the freshmen, I wouldn’t mind the spell either.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Professor Quirrell, who was sitting at the teacher's seat. He sat there expressionless, with a cold look in his eyes.

When Robert glanced at him, he gave an awkward yet polite smile.

Robert mused.

This guy……

Could it be that he is still possessed by Voldemort?

Considering the current situation where the spiritual world is open everywhere, wouldn't it be very easy for him to get a soul-based grimoire?

Why still possess Quirrell?

Marcus agreed without thinking. Looking at the expressions of the other Slytherins, they seemed aggrieved and ready to kill this idiot at any moment.

Seeing that someone had already agreed, Robert was about to get out of the way. From the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy who seemed to be about to speak, and he chuckled, "By the way, you Slytherins will definitely not change the password that you have insisted on for thousands of years, right?" ?”

The Slytherins showed angry expressions, and Derian said in a bad tone, "Don't worry! Slytherins will definitely abide by their agreement."

"Well." Robert glanced at Malfoy, who had lowered his head at some point, and showed a meaningful smile, "I hope so."

With that, he returned to his seat and said with a relaxed look, "Okay, done."

The little badgers looked at him with admiration and came over to ask in a low voice.

"Robert, should we ambush them outside the classroom." Summers asked in a low voice, "I just thought of an explosive spell. It is said that there is a freshman in the first grade who is also good at this kind of spell. I am going to bring him here. Let’s help together.”

"That's enough for you." Robert rolled his eyes, "Do you have to blow a hole in the defensive circle of Hogwarts?"

Summers coughed twice to show his embarrassment.

"You can definitely get out of the swamp, and find someone to hold Mr. Filch down. Prepare more stink bombs and stuff, and throw them all in after they fall." Robert snapped his fingers, "Remember to clean up afterward. Clean, when Mr. Filch asked, we said they had put them on while practicing spells in the classroom."

Summers showed a clear expression and happily ran to communicate with other little badgers who knew the Swamp Curse.

After casually talking to the other little badgers about some tricks to punish them, Robert hurriedly left his seat and ran to Dika's abandoned tower.

A possibility suddenly occurred to him just now.

Maybe Voldemort's possession of Professor Quirrell was not a helpless act.

He probably knew that Hogwarts had powerful magical protection and could detect abnormal situations, so he found a person, possessed him, and sneaked into the castle.

Professor Quirrell is the unlucky guy.