Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 57 Seeking a Way of Revenge

"Don't forget, Quirrell also talked about curses in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Otherwise, why would Hermione have borrowed a book about curses from Mrs. Pince (the librarian)? Also, I remember Robin saying that Quirrell was very knowledgeable about trolls. Now that I think about it, his expression after discovering the trolls was very strange," Harry said, his eyes shining.

"What's wrong with it?"

Wow, young man, you're pretty quick on the uptake; you've even learned to extend the analysis.

"Take Hagrid for example. If Hagrid were to encounter a large mastiff, he would be very excited and want to go up and study it, or even want to keep it. But Quirrell, when he encounters a giant monster that he is good at dealing with and has studied extensively, is terrified and so frightened that he can't even walk steadily."

"On Halloween Eve, I remember when Ron and I were asking the professor for help, we had just reached the top of the stairs when we saw Quirrell coming down from upstairs. Maybe the troll that night was a decoy he set up; he wanted to use that three-headed dog to steal what was under the living plank."

The more Harry thought about it, the more likely Quirrell was after what was under the living plank. But he still couldn't understand why Snape had gone to the fourth floor that night.

"No, it's not surprising that this happened to Quirrell; he was always timid in school. Wait, how do you know about Lucas?"

Hagrid slammed his teacup down and asked with an unusually serious expression.

"Luwei?" the three little ones exclaimed in unison, shocked.

"Yes. Its name is Fulve. I raised it. I spent all my savings last year to buy it from a Greek. I raised it to be very majestic. Dumbledore praised it endlessly as soon as he saw it. Hehe, it's really an honor for Fulve to be borrowed as a keeper."

Robin: ╮(￣⊿￣)╭, as expected, no one can escape Dumbledore's eloquence.

"Hagrid, what is Luwei guarding?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"That's top secret, I can't say."

"But Quirrell wants to steal it," Harry added.

"Nonsense, Quirrell is a professor at the school; he would never steal."

"Then why did he curse Robin's broom?" Ron pressed.

"I'd also like to get to the bottom of this," Robin said.

Is a Ravenclaw tiara worth Quirrell changing his target for a curse?

Pressed by the questioning, Hagrid stood up and said irritably, "I'm telling you, you're all wrong. I don't know why Robin's flying broom suddenly went berserk and started shaking, but I know very well that Quirinus Quirrell would never want to kill anyone. He has no intention of doing so, and he certainly doesn't have the guts."

"Listen up, you four. Don't meddle in things that don't concern you. Forget the rightmost corridor on the fourth floor, forget Fulvi the Cerberus, forget it's guarding something—it's a secret between Albus Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel."

"Who is Nicolas Flamel?" Hermione asked, seizing the key point.

Hagrid's beard trembled with rage. He was furious at himself for not keeping his mouth shut. He angrily chased the men away and ordered them to stop interfering in Lu Wei's affairs.

The four of them discussed their way back to the castle!

As Robin stepped through the foyer, Quirrell, wearing a thick purple headscarf, swayed and walked over awkwardly.

After making a long, hypocritical statement about caring about the students' health, he brought up the old curse again.

"Lester, I... I don't know if the broom's strange behavior is related to the curse of 'stealing what doesn't belong to you,' but I can tell you how to break the curse. You just need to..."

Robin interrupted Quirrell, "Professor, the curse you mentioned has absolutely nothing to do with Nate. My broom was taken away by Professor McGonagall, and I believe that in a few days, the maintenance department will give us the exact reason why it suddenly went berserk."

Quirrell opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Robin and the others had already left the foyer and entered the auditorium.

During the meal, Hermione turned to the side and asked, "Robin, Quirrell is convinced you stole something that doesn't belong to you?"

"The crown, the Ravenclaw crown!" Ron blurted out, munching on a chicken leg.

"The Crown of Wisdom? I read about it in a book. It disappeared in the early Middle Ages. There must have been thousands, if not tens of thousands, of students who consulted Lady Grey about its whereabouts. Why does Quirrell think you took the crown?"

Robin shrugged. "Who knows what he's thinking? Let's not talk about him for now, filling our stomachs is the most important thing."

After saying that, he put some roasted potatoes and roasted meat on his plate and ate them in big mouthfuls, as if he had completely forgotten about the curse.

Will Robin let Quirrell go?

Of course not!

That night, after his roommates fell asleep, he delved into his consciousness and searched high and low for a potion recipe suitable for revenge.

When I got tired of looking at the scrolls, I withdrew my consciousness from my mind and had a good sleep, planning to continue the battle the next night.

After that, he attended classes during the day, trained in the evening, defended himself against Quirrell's man-made misfortunes during breaks, and searched for potion recipes at night. This busy schedule lasted for two whole weeks.

On the last Friday night of November, after Harry and Ron had fallen asleep, Robin, as usual, let his consciousness drift into his sea of ​​consciousness.

He clutched the four sheepskin scrolls and muttered, "If the four of you still can't satisfy me, then I'll just have to concoct a 'bad luck' and 'scalp sores and pus-filled feet' potion, so that someone can also experience what it's like to have a string of bad luck."

For the past two weeks, Quirrell has caused a lot of trouble, adding to Robin's misfortune.

There were shards of glass in my mashed potatoes.

I borrowed a book, and inside the title page was a dried-up insect corpse;

As I walked, *thud*, the lamp fell to the ground beside my feet;

They were filling up with water when, BOOM, the pipe exploded, soaking them all.

On average, Luo Bin experiences similar misfortunes four or five times a day.

In the eyes of the Gryffindor students, he had already surpassed Neville Longbottom to become the number one on the list of blunderers.

However, because of these unfortunate events, the scales of suspicion in the three little ones' hearts tipped sharply in favor of Quirrell, after all, the old bat really didn't seem like the type to play pranks.

Now, Robin sat cross-legged on the ground, unrolling the scrolls one by one.

The first is a Fijian herpes medication. Those who take it will develop shingles. It is not itchy, but extremely painful, a pain that cuts to the bone, the kind of pain that makes you feel like your flesh is being cut off.

The second is an anticoagulant. If the person taking the medication is injured, the wound will bleed continuously for 7 days.

The third is an intelligence-enhancing drug. It claims that the user's IQ will triple within three days. However, there is a line of small print at the bottom stating that if a herb called purple mustard is added, the drug's effect will become an intelligence-degrading drug.

Well, not a single one is useful.

After putting the three scrolls back into the box, Robin took a deep breath and slowly unrolled the last sheepskin scroll.

Seeing the description of the drug's effects, especially the effects of combining the two drugs, Luo Bin knew that this was the one.

(End of this chapter)