Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Crunch.

He opened the door and quickly looked around before Quirrell tiptoed out of the office.

Noon had arrived and he was about to take action.

"Master, the biting cabbage in Professor Sprout's greenhouse is ripe. I'm going to steal some..."

Before he could finish reporting his plan to Voldemort, there was a sound of flapping wings coming from the corner of the corridor.

Quirrell looked curiously towards the direction of the sound, and saw that it was a gray-white owl flying into the school corridor with a small package.

"The management of Hogwarts is really bad. Even though there is a special owl shed, they still fly into the school to deliver letters and poop and urinate everywhere."

However, just when he was about to use the confusion spell that he had become more and more proficient in recently to drive away the owl and trick the recipient of the letter, the big bird suddenly stopped in the air and threw the package he was holding on his feet. Quirrell then turned around and flew away.

"Huh?" Quirrell just caught the package and squeezed it with his hands, and found that the contents inside felt quite familiar.

When he opened it, he saw, as expected, that inside the package was a small bag containing galleons.

But before Quirrell could figure out which kind person was rewarding him, a small red envelope attached to the bottom of the bag suddenly sprouted two wings and fluttered in front of him.

"Roar, roar, Roaring Letter!" He quickly raised his wand, but it was still a step too late, and Roaring Letter roared first.

"I've caught you!" shouted Xin, making Quirrell tremble in fright.

"What did you do? Didn't you just eat a piece of dried meat from a swamp digger? As for that, did you deduct points from my little Bern?

Do you know that children’s hearts are sensitive and fragile and cannot withstand too many blows?

Today's market price for swamp diggers is 8 xicos each. There are 10 gold galleons in the bag, which is enough to buy a new litter of teaching aids. You can keep the rest of the money for yourself.

Remember, I, your former Potions Professor Horace Slughorn, will have Dumbledore watching you in the future!

Don't deduct points from my little Bourne! "

After delivering the message, the roaring letter stretched out a long red tongue and spat it at Quirrell before spontaneously igniting in mid-air and burning into a ball of ashes.

As soon as the shock subsided, Quirrell quickly looked around the corridor, and after confirming that there was no one else, he began to curse: "Scared me! Damn old man! Who are you, you dare to order me!"

After cursing for a while, he angrily put away the gold coins - because Voldemort needed a lot of supplements after he was possessed, and he was really tight on money recently, so he couldn't care whether this bag of money was considered "snatched food" - and then, Continue towards a secret passage that Voldemort told him leads to Professor Sprout's greenhouse.

Throughout the whole process, Voldemort possessed him as if he was pretending to be dead and remained speechless. Unlike the relatively simple-minded Quirrell, Horace's roaring letter undoubtedly made him think more.

For example, how did Horace know what happened in class a few hours ago, was he in contact with Dumbledore, and why did Dumbledore communicate so closely with a Potions Master?

For another example, isn't his current half-dead look a bit too dangerous? After all, Horace might have known that he had made a Horcrux—the method of making a Horcrux was something that the former dean had inadvertently tricked him into asking.

"Idiot, you have to mess with someone. You have to mess with him!" There were many variables in the plan, which made Voldemort feel very angry.

Although Quirrell actually tested Bourne in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class under his guidance, he certainly would not blame himself.

Voldemort naturally placed the blame on Quirrell's head. "I have to speed up the progress," he thought to himself: "At least, I must use him to get the magic stone before I suck all the life out of this guy."

……

Eighth floor, principal's office.

"Dumbledore! What on earth are you thinking about?"

Snape slapped his hands on the principal's desk, supporting the desk, and asked the old man with white hair and beard in front of him.

The old man who was being questioned was eating his lunch with a spoon, a bowl of raspberry ice cream carefully made by the house elves.

He ate slowly, because while eating, he was flipping through a newspaper.

However, this newspaper is not the "Daily Prophet" that British wizards often read, but the "Howl of the Gargoyle" from France.

The front page headline of this newspaper was an exclusive interview with Nick Flamel by a French reporter. The newspaper published Nick Flamel's original words during the interview - "I have handed over the Philosopher's Stone to an extremely reliable and powerful person. Safeguarded by a powerful wizard."

Although the master alchemist did not name the wizard, the reporter who interviewed him made some well-founded predictions.

However, based on his understanding of the word "reliable", he first excluded British wizards...

"Be patient, Severus," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked over his glasses at the Head of Slytherin who looked like he was about to pull out fireworks.

"Would you like to try the house elf's new dessert? It tastes great."

As he spoke, the old man pushed the ice cream bowl on the table forward.

Just for a moment, meaning "just for a moment".

However, the expression on Snape's face was still very serious, "No matter what you think, but you must give me a reason now. Why should you keep Quirrell in Hogwarts? You have obviously discovered him." The problem?"

"He does have a problem," Dumbledore admitted with a nod.

Speaking of this issue, he also sat up straight.

"Did you know something?"

Snape continued to ask, as if he was breaking the crucible to ask the truth, "Is he a subordinate of... the mysterious man? Also, was he the intruder in the invasion of Gringotts not long ago?"

"On the latter point, I'm actually not sure yet. After all, the intruder's methods were indeed very clever. Even if he didn't achieve his goal and grab the magic stone, he still didn't leave any evidence.

Moreover, even if there is any slight evidence that survives, the goblins in Gringotts are currently busy improving their anti-thief waterfalls and have no intention of communicating with us.

So, even though it's been weeks since that incident, we still have very limited information. "

When the word "goblin" was mentioned, Dumbledore, an old man who was known to have a good temper, also rarely had a bad tone in his voice.

"As for your previous question... I can only admit that Chilo did make some bad friends in Albania.

The group confusion spell he used on the students, and some of the spell skills displayed in it, do have the shadow of the person you and I both know.