Chapter 143: Promise him quickly and send him away
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
secret?
Regarding Professor Quirrell's question, Jack muttered secretly.
He knows a lot of secrets.
It's like Voldemort is parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head. He knows this kind of thing.
For example, because Voldemort has Horcruxes, he can still survive even without a body.
He also knows such secrets.
In fact, compared to Voldemort or Professor Quirrell, his secrets are even more obscure.
He didn't have to say those things.
However, regarding the current situation, saying something about a misunderstanding and trying to brush things off lightly will only cause problems.
Jack's thoughts changed rapidly, and he had an idea in an instant.
"Last night." He lowered his voice, "I saw it."
"What did you see?" Professor Quirrell had an ugly smile on his face.
He looked like he didn't want the secret to be revealed at all, but for some reason, he had to watch the secret being revealed.
"I saw it. Go and watch Professor McGonagall take a shower." Jack whispered, as if this secret was very shady. "If you don't want others to know about it, just pay the price!"
As he spoke, he took the initiative to approach.
He seemed to be in a hurry to get money.
"Peeping... taking a shower?" Professor Quirrell was stuck, "Me? Professor McGonagall?"
He was stunned for a moment, but when he realized what he was doing, he saw a stream of evil fire shooting up from the bottom of his feet to the sky, making him become irritable.
"Are you sick?! Why would I peek at her?!" He retorted subconsciously.
Although Professor McGonagall is a rare cat lady, she once served as Quirrell's transfiguration teacher!
What does that mean? !
To put it bluntly, Professor McGonagall's age is more than twice Quirrell's age!
He, the dignified teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts, Voldemort's new subordinate, the authentic parasite of the Dark Lord, Quirinus Quirrell, is obviously young and promising. If Voldemort is resurrected, with his resume, he will be even more capable. It can go straight to the top!
How could he possibly spy on an older cat lady's bathing process? !
Isn't that a disease? !
"I don't care. Anyway, I saw it. You are the guy who did the dirty things. There is nothing wrong with it! Please give me the money quickly!" Jack shouted reluctantly.
"Let's see, which college are you from? How dare you slander the teacher!" Quirrell narrowed his eyes and stared at Jack.
Although the moonlight was dim, he recognized it immediately.
"I recognize you, Draco Malfoy, how brave you are to do such a thing!"
"Really?" Jack shrugged and said disapprovingly, "That's what you think. Enough nonsense, will you give me the money or not? Anyway, I can't receive the money. When daybreak, the whole school will You know this! Let me see if you can continue to be a teacher in school!"
Jack said it loudly.
Especially the last sentence.
Almost every word has an accentuated syllable.
He looked arrogant and domineering and didn't take the teacher seriously at all.
It was precisely this way of doing things that frightened Quirrell.
Especially that last sentence.
I cannot continue to be a teacher in school.
This is extremely damaging.
"Promise him." A small voice sounded in the back of Quirrell's head, "You worthless guy, quickly promise him and send him away."
"My master……"
Quirrell was very anxious and wanted to say something, but his master did not give him a chance.
"Stop talking nonsense, you can't get anything done day by day." Voldemort really disliked Quirrell.
It’s true that you can’t do anything.
It's just a matter of stealing a magic stone. I've been struggling for months and still can't figure it out.
Asking him to find a unicorn to suck blood would be a waste of time and not efficient at all.
Looking at the matter in front of you, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the other party is making up excuses at will, okay?
Why can't I still see it?
It's really annoying that Quirrell is such a waste.
"Send him away quickly. This guy in front of you is not the real person at all. You have no choice."
As a top wizard, Voldemort was still top-notch in ability even without his body.
It was very easy to judge that the 'Draco Malfoy' who was getting closer and closer in front of Quirrell was actually a dummy, the effect of some kind of magic.
When the information is spread out in front of you so clearly, anyone who is not a pig can think that even if he immediately pulls out the wand and shoots Avada Kedavra at the opponent, it is meaningless.
That's just a dummy.
Even if Avada Kedavra continuously bombards the opponent's body, it will not cause any useful damage.
If you really do that, and you can't really deal with the other party, things will get even more out of control.
It's better to pay first and send the person away.
As for whether it will evolve into a worse situation in the future...
Who cares.
Anyway, if everything goes well, he can get the magic stone and restore his body.
By then, he will be the complete Voldemort and no longer needs to be a parasite on Quirrell and endure this idiot who fails repeatedly.
"My master, that's ten thousand gold galleons. Where did I get so much money..." Quirrell explained with a tearful voice.
"Then pay part of the money first." Voldemort came up with an idea directly. "By the way, track the money to see who dares to cause trouble. When you find out, kill him!"
Remote controlled dummy.
If it weren't for his existence at this level, it would be difficult to see it.
Judging from the visual inspection, it is a very sophisticated transformation technique, coupled with the sharing of senses, to achieve such performance.
It's okay to fool a wizard of Quirrell's level.
In front of him, it still lacked a little bit of heat.
At least, the faint magic power fluctuations emanating from the dummy were too obvious.
When he thought of this, Voldemort immediately had a new idea.
"You can tell him that you actually saw through his disguise. As for how you saw through it, let's not talk about it for now. Just seduce his attention and see if he will jump out."
Voldemort's rapidly changing plan made Quirrell unable to react.
After a few seconds, he responded softly: "Okay."
After receiving Voldemort's specific instructions, Quirrell coughed lightly and cleared his throat.
"This dummy of yours is quite lifelike." Quirrell said as if he admired you very much, "But you still can't hide it from my eyes. Come out, there's no need to hide it, let's be honest with each other." See you, let’s have a nice chat.”
"What an idiot! Do you think you can talk like this? Who can you deceive like this?"
"Do you think I'm a fool? You're quite interesting."
Different words, similar meanings, intertwined into Quirrell's ears, making him very uncomfortable.
What was even more uncomfortable was that one was his master and the other was a dummy in the shape of Draco Malfoy.
Even if he is full of anger, he doesn't know who he can vent it to.
feels awful.
Regarding Professor Quirrell's question, Jack muttered secretly.
He knows a lot of secrets.
It's like Voldemort is parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head. He knows this kind of thing.
For example, because Voldemort has Horcruxes, he can still survive even without a body.
He also knows such secrets.
In fact, compared to Voldemort or Professor Quirrell, his secrets are even more obscure.
He didn't have to say those things.
However, regarding the current situation, saying something about a misunderstanding and trying to brush things off lightly will only cause problems.
Jack's thoughts changed rapidly, and he had an idea in an instant.
"Last night." He lowered his voice, "I saw it."
"What did you see?" Professor Quirrell had an ugly smile on his face.
He looked like he didn't want the secret to be revealed at all, but for some reason, he had to watch the secret being revealed.
"I saw it. Go and watch Professor McGonagall take a shower." Jack whispered, as if this secret was very shady. "If you don't want others to know about it, just pay the price!"
As he spoke, he took the initiative to approach.
He seemed to be in a hurry to get money.
"Peeping... taking a shower?" Professor Quirrell was stuck, "Me? Professor McGonagall?"
He was stunned for a moment, but when he realized what he was doing, he saw a stream of evil fire shooting up from the bottom of his feet to the sky, making him become irritable.
"Are you sick?! Why would I peek at her?!" He retorted subconsciously.
Although Professor McGonagall is a rare cat lady, she once served as Quirrell's transfiguration teacher!
What does that mean? !
To put it bluntly, Professor McGonagall's age is more than twice Quirrell's age!
He, the dignified teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts, Voldemort's new subordinate, the authentic parasite of the Dark Lord, Quirinus Quirrell, is obviously young and promising. If Voldemort is resurrected, with his resume, he will be even more capable. It can go straight to the top!
How could he possibly spy on an older cat lady's bathing process? !
Isn't that a disease? !
"I don't care. Anyway, I saw it. You are the guy who did the dirty things. There is nothing wrong with it! Please give me the money quickly!" Jack shouted reluctantly.
"Let's see, which college are you from? How dare you slander the teacher!" Quirrell narrowed his eyes and stared at Jack.
Although the moonlight was dim, he recognized it immediately.
"I recognize you, Draco Malfoy, how brave you are to do such a thing!"
"Really?" Jack shrugged and said disapprovingly, "That's what you think. Enough nonsense, will you give me the money or not? Anyway, I can't receive the money. When daybreak, the whole school will You know this! Let me see if you can continue to be a teacher in school!"
Jack said it loudly.
Especially the last sentence.
Almost every word has an accentuated syllable.
He looked arrogant and domineering and didn't take the teacher seriously at all.
It was precisely this way of doing things that frightened Quirrell.
Especially that last sentence.
I cannot continue to be a teacher in school.
This is extremely damaging.
"Promise him." A small voice sounded in the back of Quirrell's head, "You worthless guy, quickly promise him and send him away."
"My master……"
Quirrell was very anxious and wanted to say something, but his master did not give him a chance.
"Stop talking nonsense, you can't get anything done day by day." Voldemort really disliked Quirrell.
It’s true that you can’t do anything.
It's just a matter of stealing a magic stone. I've been struggling for months and still can't figure it out.
Asking him to find a unicorn to suck blood would be a waste of time and not efficient at all.
Looking at the matter in front of you, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the other party is making up excuses at will, okay?
Why can't I still see it?
It's really annoying that Quirrell is such a waste.
"Send him away quickly. This guy in front of you is not the real person at all. You have no choice."
As a top wizard, Voldemort was still top-notch in ability even without his body.
It was very easy to judge that the 'Draco Malfoy' who was getting closer and closer in front of Quirrell was actually a dummy, the effect of some kind of magic.
When the information is spread out in front of you so clearly, anyone who is not a pig can think that even if he immediately pulls out the wand and shoots Avada Kedavra at the opponent, it is meaningless.
That's just a dummy.
Even if Avada Kedavra continuously bombards the opponent's body, it will not cause any useful damage.
If you really do that, and you can't really deal with the other party, things will get even more out of control.
It's better to pay first and send the person away.
As for whether it will evolve into a worse situation in the future...
Who cares.
Anyway, if everything goes well, he can get the magic stone and restore his body.
By then, he will be the complete Voldemort and no longer needs to be a parasite on Quirrell and endure this idiot who fails repeatedly.
"My master, that's ten thousand gold galleons. Where did I get so much money..." Quirrell explained with a tearful voice.
"Then pay part of the money first." Voldemort came up with an idea directly. "By the way, track the money to see who dares to cause trouble. When you find out, kill him!"
Remote controlled dummy.
If it weren't for his existence at this level, it would be difficult to see it.
Judging from the visual inspection, it is a very sophisticated transformation technique, coupled with the sharing of senses, to achieve such performance.
It's okay to fool a wizard of Quirrell's level.
In front of him, it still lacked a little bit of heat.
At least, the faint magic power fluctuations emanating from the dummy were too obvious.
When he thought of this, Voldemort immediately had a new idea.
"You can tell him that you actually saw through his disguise. As for how you saw through it, let's not talk about it for now. Just seduce his attention and see if he will jump out."
Voldemort's rapidly changing plan made Quirrell unable to react.
After a few seconds, he responded softly: "Okay."
After receiving Voldemort's specific instructions, Quirrell coughed lightly and cleared his throat.
"This dummy of yours is quite lifelike." Quirrell said as if he admired you very much, "But you still can't hide it from my eyes. Come out, there's no need to hide it, let's be honest with each other." See you, let’s have a nice chat.”
"What an idiot! Do you think you can talk like this? Who can you deceive like this?"
"Do you think I'm a fool? You're quite interesting."
Different words, similar meanings, intertwined into Quirrell's ears, making him very uncomfortable.
What was even more uncomfortable was that one was his master and the other was a dummy in the shape of Draco Malfoy.
Even if he is full of anger, he doesn't know who he can vent it to.
feels awful.
