some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 165 Quilo's Catastrophe (First update, please subscribe!)

Generally speaking, the treatment of Hogwarts teachers is not bad.

Food and lodging included, two extra-long vacations throughout the year, salary so-so, but no stimulating consumption, how much is saved every month.

This job is very suitable for unemployed wizards who have just graduated and have no savings. It is also a good place to hang around and wait to die.

Of course, school professors also have many unknown gray incomes, such as purchasing teaching equipment, purchasing herbal seeds, and purchasing herbal medicines...

Professor Snape and Professor Sprout have a lot of experience in this regard... They both made their fortunes by collecting school wool, and embarked on a path of "some wizards get rich first".

Trelawney can't do it. Her teaching equipment is always the same: prophecy balls and tea leaves.

Although it is predicted that the ball is often "broken" and the tea is brewed and drunk every day, it does not mean that Professor Trelawney has a chance to get rid of poverty.

As a senior housewife, besides hiding in the north tower every day and "chasing drama" with the prophecy ball, when she takes the most steps, she goes downstairs to steal food from the kitchen late at night.

Even going to the playground to watch a Quidditch match is a short-term trip worth planning for a long time for her.

If there is a shortage of teaching equipment, Professor Trelawney never buys it. Instead, he asks the "old aunt" Professor McGonagall to help with shopping.

So Trelawney had no chance of making false accounts at all, nor did she have the energy.

But how should I put it, Professor Trelawney is a witch who loves to enjoy herself. She likes sherry the most and drinks it as mineral water every day.

It was ridiculously expensive, and the school kitchen didn't buy it, so Trelawney had to pay for it every month.

She has been "moonlight" for 11 years. If it wasn't for the school's food and housing, she would have starved to death on the street.

This has led to Trelawney not saving much money for so many years.

It was Professor McGonagall... She collected all the empty wine bottles that Trelawney drank in the past 11 years and sold them as scraps. She collected a large amount of funds for the school and purchased a batch of prophecy balls.

This has made Professor McGonagall, a small financial (stingy) expert, proud for a long time.

So taking advantage of this "work injury", Professor Trelawney quickly asked for a salary increase.

Add it, just add it, anyway, the money is paid by the school director... Dumbledore tripled the money for Trelawney with a wave of his hand.

Snape on the side looked at Dumbledore with a malicious look, and he slandered: "Couldn't that old liar be the headmaster's illegitimate daughter?"

As we all know, Dumbledore is a bachelor who has lived for thousands of years. It would not be too unexpected if he had an illegitimate daughter outside.

The professors were all discussing wages, trying to imply that Dumbledore's prices had skyrocketed recently, and they could also increase some wages appropriately.

Quirrell is still vigilant, and he really doesn't care about the salary.

He squinted his eyes, and glanced across the hall from the corner of his eye, and found that something was wrong, and there seemed to be more people peeping at him around him.

That look seemed to be looking at Jin Gallon!

He took a sip of the milk and stuck a chunk of cheese with his fork.

Dumbledore asked concerned, "Professor Quirrell, have you ever eaten sausage? It tastes great, if you don't mind..."

"No...I mind...thank you, Headmaster." Professor Quirrell refused vigilantly, he was afraid that Dumbledore would add a special liquid to it.

— Veritaserum.

He suddenly had a bad feeling, and this premonition grew stronger.

"Forget it." Dumbledore shrugged, glanced at the cheese, and swallowed the sausage in one gulp, with a flash of a smile in his eyes.

Professor Quirrell swallowed the cheese.

"Grumbling."

Strange voices sounded in the hall.

Professor Quirrell is like a little goldfish, gurgling and starting to spit out colorful bubbles.

The bubbles floated in mid-air, originally only a few centimeters in diameter, but suddenly swelled to tens of centimeters.

Through the colored halos of the bubbles, each can be seen rolling a different object inside.

As Snape, who had been attacked in class, immediately stood up vigilantly and dodged far away.

He raised his wand, and a red light punctured the bubble.

Bang!
The air bubbles above Quirrell's head burst, and a large amount of cold water fell from mid-air with a "swish".

He became a drowned chicken.

Soon, the first bubble triggered a chain reaction, and there was only the sound of explosions in the auditorium.

There is not only cold water in the bubbles, but also various black lake creatures.

An octopus fell down, and its long tentacles were tightly attached to the back of Quirrell's head, as if hoping to chat with him about his heavenly father and savior, Cthulhu.

Quirrell tried to pull the octopus off, but a crab caught his hand, and several giant leeches burrowed into the scarf, which seemed to have delicious blood inside.

Professor McGonagall was stunned, and she said angrily: "Principal, this kind of prank...is too much!"

Dumbledore shrugged: "I don't know who did it! But, I just reminded Professor Quirrell, let him eat grilled sausage, he insists on eating cheese..."

Professor McGonagall was speechless, is this a reminder?

McGonagall glanced sternly at William and the twins, who were quickly memorizing valid data with a pen.

That's right, this is indeed a prank product invented by William, and it is a snack called "Colorful Bubbles".

After accidentally eating it, you will spit out bubbles, and after you puncture it, you may get smoke from your head, you may get wet, or you may drop beans that hit people... It all depends on your luck.

Obviously, Professor Quirrell's colorful bubbles are an enhanced version.

This is undoubtedly a product that is still in the experiment, and Quirrell became the first test subject.

Professor Quirrell ran back to his office frantically, and didn't attend the first class.

But for him, this was just the beginning of the madness. William and the others had already raised the reward to one hundred Galleons.

Whoever can let everyone see what's under Professor Quirrell's scarf can completely take away one hundred Galleons.

This is a huge amount of money, and the monthly salary of many adult wizards is not so much.

Inspired by huge rewards, a large number of students are competing fiercely, frantically displaying their long-suppressed talents and constantly performing pranks.

Lee Jordan shot Quirrell's head with golden dye and released the Niffler he had borrowed from Fred.

The cat, who smells like catnip, jumps up behind Quirrell, nearly stealing his "golden" scarf.

But Quirrell used the magic in time, and sniffed his head angrily for many times, and slapped the back of his head frantically.

Dung bombs and stink bombs are being thrown into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom one after another, which is just basic practice.

Soon, it became the new fad for the students to chant the bubble head mantra, which ensured that they were getting some fresh air, but also made them look weird, like a goldfish bowl with their heads turned upside down.

Using the bubble pods William gave Cedric, Cedric made a batch of fake wands overnight.

As long as this wand is held in the hand, it is like a peashooter, spitting out peas.

This kind of pea wand was sold out in an instant, and it was sold out by everyone.

Walking in the corridor, everyone can see a dozen students holding pea wands at any time, relying on the favorable terrain, to block Quirrell!
This is the real version of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds!

Eating chicken is the most important thing, and "Voldemort" is not so easy to be.

Peeves joined the fray, screaming and laughing, flying across the school, overturning tables, toppling statues and vases, and throwing them at Quirrell.

But a professor is a professor. Although his face is swollen, he still stands firm and does not take off his scarf.

But now he wears a thick layer of armor when he goes out, like an armored warrior!
Under this crazy offensive, Christmas will soon arrive.

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