Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 20 The Hangover at the Leaky Cauldron

On the second day after returning from Hogwarts, Quirrell moved out of 36 Hall Street and lived in Room 11 of the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley.

For his arrival, Old Tom warmly welcomed him - the professor of Hogwarts resides here, which is of great significance to the publicity of the bar.

"Drink tonight, my treat," he said to Voldemort.

"Hey, old Tom, you can't favor one person over another." After hearing this, the drinker leaned over and said.

"You can't, you can drink my bar, but Quirrell is different." Old Tom looked at Voldemort, "He can't drink, I know, hahaha..."

The straightforward voice caused a group of people to laugh, and Voldemort also shook his head with a smile.

"Not tonight."

When the laughter was over, Voldemort said, "I've got Hagrid tonight, and he'll drink up your pub too."

After hearing this, Old Tom nodded quickly: "The treats don't count, Hagrid is the most drinkable I've ever seen, I can't afford to invite him."

After hearing this, everyone laughed again, and Voldemort went upstairs amidst the laughter.

Room 11, The Leaky Cauldron, has a bed, a table and chairs, a fireplace, and a talking mirror.

Naturally, Voldemort would not leave the mirror with a big mouth, and asked Old Tom to remove it, which made the room more spacious.

Returning to the room, Voldemort immediately took out a silver vial from the suitcase that had been cast with the Untraceable Stretching Charm.

He opened the bottle cap, took a sip, and after a while, his body began to twist, and soon changed into another look.

"Quirrell, Apparition, Target, Diagon Alley, Yila Owl Shop." Voldemort gave the command in his mind.

"As you wish, Voldemort."

As Quirrell said, he turned around and disappeared instantly.

……

Yila Owl Shop in Diagon Alley.

"I don't buy pets, I just have a letter that needs to be mailed."

Voldemort's words greatly reduced the clerk's enthusiasm, but he still led Voldemort to the back room, where there were many owls that looked bad.

"I think, I know how to mail it." Voldemort said, reminding the clerk to leave.

"Ah... yes." The clerk politely left after being astonished.

Voldemort took out a thin letter from his pocket and tied it to the owl's leg.

"Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England, received by Lucius Malfoy."

After whispering the address in the owl's ear, Voldemort apparated Quirrell away.

……

The Leaky Cauldron, night.

"Dedalore, I must apologize to you."

Voldemort said with his tongue out, "I was a little impulsive that day. You know, people who come back from the Black Forest don't have a good temper."

Dedalus Diggle, the man who had bet that Quirrell would not leave the Black Forest alive, was already blushing from drinking.

Facing Voldemort's apology, he waved his hands and said drunkenly, "I don't care, Quirrell, walk out of the Leaky Cauldron, and I'll forget about that, and you don't have to remember it either."

Voldemort nodded, opened his mouth and was about to say something, when a big hand slapped him - it was Hagrid, he was drunk too, but he was obviously not as confused as the others.

"Quirrell, you can completely trust Dedalus, he is one of his own." Hagrid said, and winked at Dedalus.

"What's my own?" Another wizard named Kodoli at the same table asked with a blushing face.

Voldemort also looked suspiciously at Hagrid - of course he knew that Hagrid was talking about the Order of the Phoenix, but he wouldn't show it.

"My own."

Hagrid slapped his chest, lowered his body, and said in a voice he thought was very small, "We all listen to Dumbledore, it's our honor."

Others, including Voldemort, looked at Dedalore in surprise. This man's reputation is not very good. Everyone thinks he is a fool, but unexpectedly...

"I have always kept a low profile." De Dalo said proudly, "But when Principal Dumbledore has something to do, he will always think of me first."

This is bragging, but this is exactly what I need... Voldemort showed a surprised expression in cooperation, and then looked at Hagrid suspiciously.

When drinking just now, Hagrid said that he was the most trusted by Dumbledore.

"No, Dedalore, you can't say that."

Hagrid really got the trick, he said excitedly, "The most important thing, Dumbledore left it to me."

"Impossible, it must be me, Hagrid, you can't lie." Dedalus obviously drank too much, and he completely forgot that he was a marginal figure in the Order of the Phoenix.

"Well, tell me, who sent Harry to his aunt's house?"

Facing Hagrid's questioning, Dedalus obviously couldn't answer.

"Don't talk about it, drink, drink." Voldemort raised his glass, seemingly wanting to defuse the embarrassment, but glanced at Dedalus contemptuously.

Everyone else raised their glasses with Voldemort, including Hagrid, whose glass was the size of a fishbowl, but not Dedalus, who saw Voldemort's contemptuous gaze, which made him bitter.

"Yes, Hagrid, I admit it was you." Dedalus said angrily, "But that was more than ten years ago, and now you are just a gamekeeper."

He obviously drank too much, and when he said "gamekeeper", he didn't hide the disdain on his face.

"Boom."

Hagrid slammed the fishbowl-sized wine glass on the wine table, causing everyone in the bar to look over.

"Nothing happened," Voldemort said drunkenly. "Go on, everybody."

So, the bar became lively again, but their table was still quiet until Hagrid spoke.

"I got a secret order from Dumbledore." He said proudly, "He put me in charge of bringing Harry back to the wizarding world, and asked me to fetch the Gringotts..."

At the end, he finally remembered something, stopped at a critical point, picked up the beer and drank it.

But everyone's curiosity was aroused, but it was not just because he didn't say anything.

"What are you going to Gringotts for? Hagrid, tell me." It was Kodoli who asked the question, and he asked loudly with drunken eyes.

"I can't say, it's Dumbledore to me..." Hagrid was interrupted when he was halfway through.

"The Sorcerer's Stone from Vault 713? My God, Mr. Dumbledore actually asked you to..." Voldemort's words were fast and urgent, and a little vague, and in the end, he covered his mouth directly.

"What stone?" Kodoli was still asking, but his head was already about to plunge into the wine glass.

"How do you know?" Hagrid said in a low and hasty voice, "You shouldn't have said it."

"I just said it, my God!" Voldemort picked up the glass in front of him, took a sip, and said to the others, "You didn't hear anything, did you?"

"I didn't hear that, tell me again, Quirrell, what stone?" Kodoli asked again.

Several other people also asked him curiously. Obviously, Voldemort's words were too fast and too vague. Except for Hagrid who knew the specific content, everyone else could hear them in a cloud.

"Nothing, I won't go home if I don't get drunk tonight." Voldemort said, raising his glass again, and taking advantage of the time when everyone was drinking, he said to Hagrid, "Drink more, and let everyone forget everything."

Hagrid nodded approvingly, then picked up his scary cup and toasted with everyone frequently.

That night, Hagrid staggered around, Voldemort was helped back to his room by Old Tom, and the others slept on the wine table all night.

For these alcoholics, this is the normal state of life. If Old Tom helps them to rest in the room, then the next day, they will not pay the rent.

　I changed it and wrote it, I wrote it again, I am late, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)