Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"If that is really the Philosopher's Stone, then get it quickly!" Quirrell was whispering to himself in the Muggle Studies professor's office.

It doesn't matter that he was talking to himself. After all, there was actually another voice coming from nowhere.

"My lord... I must wait for Dumbledore to leave..." Quirrell said softly: "I can't let him catch me..."

"Idiot!" The cold voice scolded Quirrell: "You stupid guy, you don't think Dumbledore doesn't doubt you, do you?"

"But...but..." Quirrell's voice became smaller and smaller. He did not dare to disobey his master.

"Ever since you returned empty-handed from the secret room, he knew that someone had gone there!" The insidious voice said slowly: "It's just that he's not sure it's you yet..."

"Then we still have a chance..." Quirrell whispered: "As long as we wait..."

"Humph!"

As the voice appeared, Quirrell immediately lowered his head, and then moved his lips uneasily.

"Quirrell, you idiot...why do you think Dumbledore wants to take the exam in advance?" The voice said impatiently: "Is it because he is in a hurry to get home from get off work?"

"Well..." Quirrell didn't dare to say anything. He lowered his head and said nothing.

"Because he has realized that the people inside Hogwarts...that is, us!"

"If you'd been any slower, he'd have let that Scamander brat take it away."

In fact, it should be the kid from the Emmanuel family... But Quirrell only dared to whisper in his heart, asking him to tell this matter openly... He would not have the courage in his next life.

"If we let him take the Sorcerer's Stone out of Hogwarts, it will be difficult for us to find it." The voice said slowly: "You understand what that thing means to us!"

"Yes... sir... yes!" Quirrell nodded carefully, and then almost said as if the words were popping out of his teeth: "Then what... what should we do?"

"What should we do?" The cold voice repeated Quirrell's general question, and then said: "Of course, catch the kid quickly and get what's on him!"

Quirrell nodded in shock. He knew the danger of this plan... He was unwilling to do such a thing under Dumbledore's eyes.

"Act quickly...you idiot!" the voice urged him: "That kid is not in the lounge...I can feel it!"

Following the urging of the voice, Quirrell had to stand up slowly, but before he walked out of the office, the voice spoke again.

"Jie jie jie jie jie..."

Quirrell's heart trembled when he heard the cold laughter: "Why are you laughing, sir?"

"I laugh at Dumbledore's lack of plans and Albus's short-term thinking..." Yin Che's voice seemed to understand something: "He is trying to make us impatient... and then reveal our flaws!"

"This... what does this mean?" Quirrell was a little confused for a moment. Just now he asked himself to go find the kid immediately... What does he mean now, why does he feel that he is telling himself not to act rashly?

"This semester is coming to an end soon... Dumbledore is leaving Hogwarts." The voice said confidently: "By then, Hogwarts will have lost its protection!"

"You...how do you know..." Quirrell asked softly. In fact, he was more curious about why you said it now.

"Of course I know..." the voice replied: "I was almost fooled by Dumbledore...this insidious guy..."

I don’t know if Dumbledore will be happy when he hears this compliment. Anyway, Quirrell is happy. He definitely doesn’t want to act under Dumbledore’s nose...

"Okay, Quirrell, you idiot... do whatever you have to do..." The voice seemed a little tired, or more like he was satisfied after getting a satisfactory answer.

"Yes, sir..." Quirrell said respectfully, then bent down and waited for a while.

Seeing that his master seemed to be motionless, Quirrell slowly straightened up. It had to be said that such an undercover and part-time job as a mount did make him a little tired.

He took a deep breath and slowly opened the office door. He was going to have something to eat...and study his escape route at the same time.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and the candles in the corridors of Hogwarts were already lit by magic.

Quirrell followed the flow of students and started walking towards the auditorium.

However, before he had gone far, he met another professor in the corridor.

It's Professor Trelawney... this professor who even Quirrell didn't like very much when he was a student. He was always drunk and had no teaching qualities...

Anyway, Quirrell felt that he wasted a lot of time when he took her class... But her tea-making skills were pretty good, and Quirrell drank enough tea anyway.

"Oh! Quirinus!" Trelawney walked over happily almost as soon as she saw Quirrell.

"How are you feeling recently?"

Smelling the smell of alcohol on her body, Quirrell curled his lips subconsciously, and then said: "It's not bad..."

"That's great!" Trelawney didn't seem to have drunk much, and she acted reasonably sober.

"I've been dreaming about you lately."

"..."

Quirrell looked at Trelawney with a strange look. What does this mean... What does it mean to dream of me?

Speak politely and don't say weird things.

"Don't worry, Quirinus." Trelawney laughed, and then the smell of alcohol spread to Quirrell.

"..."

Quirrell calmly took a few steps back and said, "I'm sorry, Professor Trelawney... I want to..."

"Don't worry!" Trelawney pulled Quirrell's sleeve and said slowly: "I have been dreaming about you and Carlos Emmanuel recently..."

Her words shocked Quirrell, and in just a few seconds, cold sweat started to flow from his back.

"You...what did you see?" Quirrell looked at Trelawney with a guilty conscience.

"Hmm~" Trelawney thought for a moment and said, "You are in the Astronomy Tower."

"Astronomy Tower?" Quirrell was stunned for a moment. He had never been there before.

"Yes, it's the place that Mr. Emmanuel likes very much..." Trelawney said casually: "You guys chat there."

"You have a good relationship."

"Hehe...hehe..." Quirrell faked a smile and said, "Does he often go to the Astronomy Tower?"

"Of course..." Trelawney lowered her head and said, "He likes it there very much..."

"Maybe you like the stars there?"

Trelawney's words made Quirrell nod thoughtfully. This could be considered information... but it just felt useless.

Seeing Quirrell thinking, Trelawney raised her glasses, then swayed away. Looking in her direction, she seemed to be going to the kitchen to get some more wine.

"What a madman..." Quirrell muttered, shook his head, and walked towards the auditorium.