Chapter 202 After all, he is a teacher. It is very reasonable to punish bad students who have done s
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
"Living people make medicine..."
Jack looked at Bob with disgust.
He had heard of the theory of pure-blood supremacy.
That is an argument that does not treat non-pure-blood wizards as 'human beings'.
Unexpectedly, the Rohr family took this argument to the extreme.
Don't say that non-pure blood is not human.
Even Muggles are just Muggles, a raw material for pharmaceuticals.
What, is that 'person'?
They don't admit it.
"Forget it, that has nothing to do with me." Jack shook his head, "Let me see if there are any other good things..."
Since he is from a pure-blood family, Bob's family must be well stocked.
For example, the Malfoy family is very rich, the Longbottom family has its own castle and inheritance, and the Parkinson family also has a unique magical contract.
After all, the prerequisite for being called the Holy 28 is that they have been pure-blooded for many, many generations.
That means it has been passed down for more than hundreds of years.
It is not unusual to see something from 1000 to 2000 years ago.
The good things accumulated over such a long period of time are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"A potion to improve eyesight, but it requires twenty pairs of Muggle eyes and ten pairs of livers."
"The potion to improve hearing requires Muggle ears..."
"A potion that enhances the sense of smell requires a Muggle nose..."
"Wow!"
Jack cursed involuntarily.
The Luo Er family's accumulation is indeed good, and they have many magical potions.
But is that something he can use?
Those are all made using Muggles as raw materials!
"This is a black magic pharmaceutical family!" He finally understood what the Luo Er family's inheritance was.
Bob grew up in a family that didn't treat people as human beings, but as materials for refining medicine. Of course, Bob's character was very twisted.
"Oh, what a pity, there's nothing useful."
Jack sighed.
He's a man with boundaries.
If you said that this magic potion was made from dragon liver and phoenix marrow, then he would just swallow it without blinking.
But it happened to be made from Muggles.
Forget it.
People still have to have some bottom line.
He just lamented that he had worked hard but had gained nothing in the end.
"Forget it, leave it to Quirrell."
Jack has lost interest in Bob and the Rolle family.
These undrinkable things are not as practical as the polyjuice formula in Quirrell's hands.
Hurry up and complete the mission and get the mission reward.
Of course, before that, we need to set up a maze.
Use the Oblivion Spell to delete some of Bob's memories, and then use Legilimency to implant new memories.
Especially the part with added ingredients and the mastermind behind it.
And the part about bringing people over for Legilimency.
If these are not processed properly, they will easily attract the attention of the parasitic duo.
Removal is simple.
Adding it is a bit cumbersome.
A long time has passed since the busy work was finally completed.
Jack felt vaguely hungry.
When I left the Room of Requirement, I saw that the sun was setting and night was approaching.
"It took me so long?" He was a little surprised himself.
It's been so long, and I don't know if Quirrell is still waiting in the office.
Forget it, everything is done, let’s go and hand in the task first.
Continue the invisibility spell + levitation spell.
Bring Bob, who was knocked unconscious again, to Quirrell's office door.
Knock directly on the door.
After a while, Quirrell's voice came.
"Yes...is...who is it?" He stammered, and he felt a strange sense of joy upon hearing it.
Jack suddenly thought that if Quirrell did not die, but continued to live, he would be completely separated from the resurrected Voldemort.
By then Quirrell would certainly no longer need to pretend to stutter.
I just wonder if he will still stutter once or twice from time to time?
After all, habits are terrible.
Jack calmed down his divergent thoughts and shouted loudly: "Professor Quirrell, I am Jack, and I am here with the person you are looking for."
"Oh! It's you!" Quirrell's voice suddenly became much louder.
After a faint sound of footsteps, the office door opened.
Quirrell, his head wrapped in a turban, poked his head out.
He looked around.
After seeing that there were no extra people nearby, he turned his attention to Jack.
At this moment, Jack had already canceled the invisibility spell.
So he stood in front of the door clearly.
Next to him was Bob, who was supported by a levitating spell but looked like he was 'standing' and in a coma.
"Professor, according to the agreement, we came here secretly and no one noticed." Jack explained, "But Bob was not very cooperative, so I had to take some necessary measures."
After hearing this, Quirrell was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
Good guy, I asked you to bring someone here secretly, and you just knocked the person unconscious and brought him here secretly?
You kid, I think you have the potential to be a Death Eater.
Coincidentally, Voldemort thought so too.
He had had enough of Quirrell being stupid and always failing.
A little wizard like Jack, who is efficient, obedient and can get things done, suits him very well.
"Give him the formula." Voldemort whispered, "Then, do as I said before."
After receiving the specific instructions, Quirrell put a smile on his face: "You did a good job, come in first."
After saying that, open the door.
Move sideways out of the way.
Jack raised his eyebrows slightly.But he didn't say anything and just walked in.
Floating Bob follows.
Seeing that Jack had entered, Quirrell quickly took two steps forward, stuck his head out, and observed the outside environment again.
Left, no one, right, no one, good.
He closed the door with satisfaction.
Turning around, he looked at Jack who had walked to the middle of the office.
Jack was spinning around Charlie who was tied to a chair.
This parasitic duo is quite interesting.
He doesn't hide his bad deeds.
The person is still tied to the chair.
Is this something I can see?
Or……
His heart moved slightly, and an idea appeared in his mind.
Quirrell observed Jack.
In his eyes, Jack's expression remained unchanged.
Even when he saw Charlie being tied up, he was not surprised at all.
As if this all makes sense.
"Aren't you...aren't you surprised?"
Quirrell felt a little strange.
The way things are going, this shouldn't be the case.
Always feel that something is wrong.
A first-year wizard can knock out a fourth-year student at will and then bring him over.
He didn't care about the students from the same school who were tied up.
What does this mean...
"Aren't they all bad students?" Jack smiled, "It's normal for them to be punished by the professor."
He said it calmly and calmly, as if it was a matter of course.
Quirrell was stunned by his remarks.
I actually subconsciously thought...
This is indeed normal...
After all, he is a teacher, and it is reasonable to punish bad students who have done something wrong.
What's surprising?
Jack looked at Bob with disgust.
He had heard of the theory of pure-blood supremacy.
That is an argument that does not treat non-pure-blood wizards as 'human beings'.
Unexpectedly, the Rohr family took this argument to the extreme.
Don't say that non-pure blood is not human.
Even Muggles are just Muggles, a raw material for pharmaceuticals.
What, is that 'person'?
They don't admit it.
"Forget it, that has nothing to do with me." Jack shook his head, "Let me see if there are any other good things..."
Since he is from a pure-blood family, Bob's family must be well stocked.
For example, the Malfoy family is very rich, the Longbottom family has its own castle and inheritance, and the Parkinson family also has a unique magical contract.
After all, the prerequisite for being called the Holy 28 is that they have been pure-blooded for many, many generations.
That means it has been passed down for more than hundreds of years.
It is not unusual to see something from 1000 to 2000 years ago.
The good things accumulated over such a long period of time are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"A potion to improve eyesight, but it requires twenty pairs of Muggle eyes and ten pairs of livers."
"The potion to improve hearing requires Muggle ears..."
"A potion that enhances the sense of smell requires a Muggle nose..."
"Wow!"
Jack cursed involuntarily.
The Luo Er family's accumulation is indeed good, and they have many magical potions.
But is that something he can use?
Those are all made using Muggles as raw materials!
"This is a black magic pharmaceutical family!" He finally understood what the Luo Er family's inheritance was.
Bob grew up in a family that didn't treat people as human beings, but as materials for refining medicine. Of course, Bob's character was very twisted.
"Oh, what a pity, there's nothing useful."
Jack sighed.
He's a man with boundaries.
If you said that this magic potion was made from dragon liver and phoenix marrow, then he would just swallow it without blinking.
But it happened to be made from Muggles.
Forget it.
People still have to have some bottom line.
He just lamented that he had worked hard but had gained nothing in the end.
"Forget it, leave it to Quirrell."
Jack has lost interest in Bob and the Rolle family.
These undrinkable things are not as practical as the polyjuice formula in Quirrell's hands.
Hurry up and complete the mission and get the mission reward.
Of course, before that, we need to set up a maze.
Use the Oblivion Spell to delete some of Bob's memories, and then use Legilimency to implant new memories.
Especially the part with added ingredients and the mastermind behind it.
And the part about bringing people over for Legilimency.
If these are not processed properly, they will easily attract the attention of the parasitic duo.
Removal is simple.
Adding it is a bit cumbersome.
A long time has passed since the busy work was finally completed.
Jack felt vaguely hungry.
When I left the Room of Requirement, I saw that the sun was setting and night was approaching.
"It took me so long?" He was a little surprised himself.
It's been so long, and I don't know if Quirrell is still waiting in the office.
Forget it, everything is done, let’s go and hand in the task first.
Continue the invisibility spell + levitation spell.
Bring Bob, who was knocked unconscious again, to Quirrell's office door.
Knock directly on the door.
After a while, Quirrell's voice came.
"Yes...is...who is it?" He stammered, and he felt a strange sense of joy upon hearing it.
Jack suddenly thought that if Quirrell did not die, but continued to live, he would be completely separated from the resurrected Voldemort.
By then Quirrell would certainly no longer need to pretend to stutter.
I just wonder if he will still stutter once or twice from time to time?
After all, habits are terrible.
Jack calmed down his divergent thoughts and shouted loudly: "Professor Quirrell, I am Jack, and I am here with the person you are looking for."
"Oh! It's you!" Quirrell's voice suddenly became much louder.
After a faint sound of footsteps, the office door opened.
Quirrell, his head wrapped in a turban, poked his head out.
He looked around.
After seeing that there were no extra people nearby, he turned his attention to Jack.
At this moment, Jack had already canceled the invisibility spell.
So he stood in front of the door clearly.
Next to him was Bob, who was supported by a levitating spell but looked like he was 'standing' and in a coma.
"Professor, according to the agreement, we came here secretly and no one noticed." Jack explained, "But Bob was not very cooperative, so I had to take some necessary measures."
After hearing this, Quirrell was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
Good guy, I asked you to bring someone here secretly, and you just knocked the person unconscious and brought him here secretly?
You kid, I think you have the potential to be a Death Eater.
Coincidentally, Voldemort thought so too.
He had had enough of Quirrell being stupid and always failing.
A little wizard like Jack, who is efficient, obedient and can get things done, suits him very well.
"Give him the formula." Voldemort whispered, "Then, do as I said before."
After receiving the specific instructions, Quirrell put a smile on his face: "You did a good job, come in first."
After saying that, open the door.
Move sideways out of the way.
Jack raised his eyebrows slightly.But he didn't say anything and just walked in.
Floating Bob follows.
Seeing that Jack had entered, Quirrell quickly took two steps forward, stuck his head out, and observed the outside environment again.
Left, no one, right, no one, good.
He closed the door with satisfaction.
Turning around, he looked at Jack who had walked to the middle of the office.
Jack was spinning around Charlie who was tied to a chair.
This parasitic duo is quite interesting.
He doesn't hide his bad deeds.
The person is still tied to the chair.
Is this something I can see?
Or……
His heart moved slightly, and an idea appeared in his mind.
Quirrell observed Jack.
In his eyes, Jack's expression remained unchanged.
Even when he saw Charlie being tied up, he was not surprised at all.
As if this all makes sense.
"Aren't you...aren't you surprised?"
Quirrell felt a little strange.
The way things are going, this shouldn't be the case.
Always feel that something is wrong.
A first-year wizard can knock out a fourth-year student at will and then bring him over.
He didn't care about the students from the same school who were tied up.
What does this mean...
"Aren't they all bad students?" Jack smiled, "It's normal for them to be punished by the professor."
He said it calmly and calmly, as if it was a matter of course.
Quirrell was stunned by his remarks.
I actually subconsciously thought...
This is indeed normal...
After all, he is a teacher, and it is reasonable to punish bad students who have done something wrong.
What's surprising?
