Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 38 Quirrell's Test

"What's wrong with me, Miss Granger? If there were a group of people who slandered your Muggle parents, mocked you for not being pure-blood, and used filthy language to ridicule your character, are you sure you could keep putting up with it and not beat them to death?"

Luo Bin smiled knowingly.

"Whoever talks to you again is a dog!"

Sometimes, making threats only leads to being slapped in the face!

Luo Bin understood this principle well, so he was not in a hurry to ease his relationship with Little Chili.

Sure enough, in less than a week, Hermione took the initiative to strike up a conversation!

Wednesday morning of the third week of school, in the auditorium on the first floor!

As everyone was having breakfast, twelve owls with smooth feathers swarmed into the auditorium.

They split into two teams, with six long-eared owls working together to carry a long, thin package.

Everyone put down their knives and forks, staring blankly at the sky, wildly guessing what kind of treasure would require six elite mail carriers to escort it.

Bang!Bang!

Two long, thin packages landed on Robin's and Harry's tables respectively, rattling the dishes.

The two exchanged a glance and both guessed that it contained a flying broom!

It seems the old rascal has agreed to Professor McGonagall's request to add two more new players.

"Is it a flying broom?"

From the moment the owl flew in, Hermione lost her appetite. She endured it for a long time, until she was so frustrated that she could no longer bear it. She leaned forward and asked with a stern face.

Robin raised an eyebrow and gave Hermione a look that seemed to say, "Are you a puppy?" which infuriated Hermione. She sat down next to him with a thud and glared angrily at the long, thin package.

Flutter! Flutter!

A child owl, seemingly a "child laborer," wobbled over, carrying a letter, and tossed it in Hermione's face?!

Its head suddenly bristled, and it wobbled nervously as it flew out of the auditorium!

"Give me!"

By the time Robin reached for it, Hermione had already torn the letter open and was reading aloud:

"To avoid any unnecessary trouble, please do not open the long, thin package inside the Great Hall. It contains the latest Nimbus 2000 flying broomstick. Tonight at 7 PM, at the Quidditch pitch, Captain Oliver Wood will give you both your first training session—Professor Minerva McGonagall!"

"Flying broomstick, or Nimbus 2000, Robin, you can't let Dean McGonagall's efforts go to waste."

"Miss Gran, would you like to come watch me play ball tonight at 7 pm?"

Teasing a little chili pepper once is fun, twice is romantic, but three times... does that mean you want to be alone forever?

Let whoever wants to think about it do so; Luo Bin himself certainly doesn't!

"What's so interesting about a greenhorn like me playing basketball? I could read three more books with that time, humph!"

You can read three books in two hours!

*Pfft! Pfft!*

Robin looked up at Harry, who had spoken, and saw him make an "8" gesture with his hand and point upstairs. He nodded in understanding, then picked up the long, thin bundle and headed towards the stairs.

Just as the two reached the top of the stairs, they bumped into Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were coming down the stairs. They stood like two mountains, completely blocking the steps.

Robin glanced thoughtfully at Gore's front teeth, secretly praising Ms. Pomfrey's medical skills as truly amazing. Not only did she help the chubby boy grow back his front teeth, but she also made them even whiter.

Malfoy squinted, looking down at the two of them, and then reached out to snatch the package from Harry's arms, who seemed easier to bully.

This was the first time Harry had received such a valuable gift. He hugged the package with all his might, and while the two were locked in a struggle, Robin quietly launched a Kobold bean.

Malfoy was struck in the calf and fell heavily forward. Harry, not wanting to be a human cushion, sidestepped and made way for him.

So, someone fell to the marble floor with a thud.

"Potter, you..."

After being helped up by Goyle, Malfoy clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Excuse me, are you...are you fighting?"

Professor Quirrell, wearing a purple headscarf and reeking of garlic, walked up to the group.

"Professor, no one touched him. He lost his balance and fell down!" Harry explained.

"School rules state that first-year students are not allowed to bring flying broomsticks to school. Quirrell, punish them both immediately and expel them from Hogwarts!"

Malfoy spoke in a commanding tone, which showed that he didn't think much of Quirinus Quirrell.

"Sorry, I...I can't do it! In fact, Professor McGonagall and Principal Dumbledore told us about the special circumstances of this year's player selection! Lesterrange, what kind of broom did you receive?" Quirrell stammered.

"Nihilosopher's Wheel 2000, Professor!"

Despite Luo Bin's calm tone, his mind was racing at that moment.

Something's wrong, something's extremely wrong!

Quirrell, with his human face on the back of his head, shouldn't his attention be on the "Chosen One" Harry? Why is he staring at me like that?

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"No, that's impossible! The school has never had a freshman runner-up in the player selection process before!" Malfoy said incredulously.

"I think you probably haven't read the school calendar carefully!"

Quirrell rubbed his hands together as if his clothes were full of fleas, shrinking his neck and trembling as he spoke.

Malfoy was disgusted by Quirrell's attitude. He glared resentfully at Harry and Robin, then led his two lackeys away.

"Robin, us too."

"good!"

Before the two could even step onto the stairs, Quirrell spoke up, "Wait a minute, Lestrange, I... I have something I want to ask you!"

He picked at his fingers, his expression strange, as if asking that question had taken all his courage.

"Go ahead and ask!" Robin replied casually.

"I...I'd like to confirm, have you...have you consulted Ms. Grey about the Ravenclaw tiara?"

After Quirrell finished speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished a major task.

Robin shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Yeah! I just asked last week. I think since Grey became the Ravenclaw Ghost, at least five thousand, if not ten thousand, people have asked her about the Crown of Wisdom!"

"But as far as I know, you're the only one who made a bet with her that if you could find the tiara, it would be yours! Robin Lestrange, you actually know where the tiara is hidden, right?"

As Quirrell finished speaking, his breathing became noticeably rapid.

Robin: Oh ho, you've said so much in one breath, you're not going to pretend to stutter anymore, are you?

"Professor, if I knew where the Crown of Wisdom was, I would have taken it to Headmaster Dumbledore to exchange for House Points long ago. After all, on average, Professor Snape deducts 5 House Points from me every Potions class."

Old Bat is a point-deduction maniac, and the reasons he gives for deducting points are more and more bizarre than the last.

For example: mixing potions too quickly, showing a lack of teamwork; being too tall, obstructing classmates' view; giving overly perfect answers to classroom questions, suspected of showing off knowledge, etc.!

In response, Luo Bin said: "If you're too free, go take some daffodils and mugwort infusion, run to Godric's Valley, and confess to Lily Evans. Don't take it out on the students!"

(End of this chapter)