NOVEL NEXT Chapter 20 Ron: Quirrell is innocent!
Professor Cat is very beautiful, and we should be curious about her past.
But the moment the food appeared, Basil threw all of this behind his mind.
The bacon was finished in a few days, and Basil's eyes turned green as he ate eggs, mushrooms, and pancakes for the past month.
On the train, Mrs. Weasley made corned beef sandwiches, which Basil still savors.
Not to mention the roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, gravy and other meaty foods in front of him.
He forgot to be reserved and started to eat like Harry opposite him, and like Ron, he was eating like Goyle at the Slytherin table, with oil dripping from his mouth.
Hermione picked some vegetarian dishes like pea sprouts and carrots and put them on Basil's plate like a kind mother.
She persuaded him to eat softly.
However, the other new students were actually similar to Basil.
They were in the grade of growing up, and they had such a long time from 11 o'clock to the evening, and afternoon tea was not included.
Then they took a boat in the cold wind, climbed tunnels and stone stairs, and stood to wait for the sorting.
They were all hungry and could eat a cow.
So the ghost immediately found that no one wanted to listen to him talk about Professor McGonagall's secret past.
What made him even more sad was that as a ghost, he couldn't eat anything at all.
He hadn't eaten for 400 years, and he floated beside Basil, who had the ugliest eating style but also the most delicious food,
swallowing non-existent saliva.
"It looks really good, this lamb chop is so tender! This pork chop"
Basil ignored him. Now Basil didn't even have the energy to refuse Hermione's feeding.
He just swallowed the vegetables that occupied the plate along with the meat and gravy.
Only Harry, who had developed a bird stomach in the Dursleys' house and was not used to eating so much, paid attention to the ghost.
The ghost also started to talk to Harry.
Introduced his name and identity: Sir Nicholas of Mimsy-Porpington, the resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower.
In Ron's conversation, he revealed his nickname: Nearly Headless Nick.
Under Seamus's instigation, he showed the broken surface of his neck, which was still connected with a little skin, to the freshmen around him.
Now, except for Ron, almost no one was willing to eat meat.
No, there was also Basil, who was concentrating on eating and ignored everything around him.
Just like the Hufflepuff badgers at the next table, they didn't notice this scene.
After Basil burped and formed an ensemble with the badgers' burps, the remaining food disappeared from the plate. The plate and fork became as clean as before.
It was dessert time, and pudding, ice cream of various flavors, apple pie, syrup pie, chocolate sponge cake, fried jam donuts, wine jam pudding, strawberry, jelly.
appeared on the plate again.
Other freshmen, Neville, and Seamus began to talk about their families while eating dessert.
Neville took the center of the topic, vividly telling how he escaped the persecution of his uncle and awakened his magic.
Bajir listened with relish.
Suddenly, he found that Ron on the opposite side cast an admiring look: "You eat more than me! Your family is indeed Hufflepuff for generations, and your name is not wrong!"
Bajir has not yet emphasized the pain of not touching meat for a month.
Eggs are not considered meat.
Then I saw three red-haired boys coming over, two of whom were twins.
The twins took the lead in introducing themselves.
"Hello, my name is Fred."
"My name is George."
Bajir's eyes lit up, twins [echo]!
But dimmed a little.
Merlin's beard! Why aren't they a pair of sisters!
And why are they both short and strong.
It doesn't match the bean sprout figure of Ron and Percy at all.
"You are Ron's brother, right? I'm his friend."
"Rounding off, I'm your friend too."
"Don't be so polite."
The twins nodded (Bajiel: new friend get!), and hugged Ron on the left and right.
"Hello, our little brother!"
"How did you introduce us to Percy Nemesis?"
The other tall red-haired guy, Percy's face stretched, "You two, how can you give others nicknames without permission?"
He ignored Ron who was struggling and looked at Bajiel, "Be careful to stay away from them. Students like us--"
He adjusted the silver letter P badge on his chest, "We should set an example for other students!"
"Hey!" The twins said in unison.
"Bajiel is not the good boy you think!"
"He is the one who killed the werewolf Fenniel!"
"Yes, George, he is also very good at making money!"
"Even Percy--"
"Percy paid the money obediently!"
Percy was shaking with anger, "Shut up! You can only see money!"
"Bajiel is like me, he is for something greater than money."
He lowered his voice, "Power!"
"I am telling you so bluntly because we are brothers."
The twins made a face and let go of Ron who was almost out of breath.
Percy smiled at Bajiel and followed the twins back to their seats.
Ron was eating ice cream with a depressed look on his face, "Am I something that doesn't exist? I'm their younger brother!"
Harry, who was a little sleepy after eating, held Ron's right hand comfortingly.
Then, "Ouch!"
Cover your forehead with one hand.
Ron was a little angry, "Am I a hedgehog? If you touch it -"
The next second, his attitude changed to concern, "Harry, are you okay?"
Hermione noticed the location of Harry's pain, "Is it the scar? Could it be the aftereffects of the magic? I remember there is a school nurse in the school."
Worried about Harry, and with the foreshadowing of Bajir on the train, Ron said the name again.
"Voldemort?"
Quirrell, who was at the guest of honour, was wearing a ridiculous scarf and had been trying to harass Snape. He straightened his scarf and glanced here.
"oops!"
Just at this glance, the pain that Harry had just subsided resurfaced for a second.
"What's wrong?" Bajir was rarely concerned. He didn't remember Harry being in pain twice.
"It's Quirrell!" Harry was very sure. "I thought it was Snape just now, because the look in his eyes at me was hatred and resentment."
"But I didn't notice that the pain started after Quirrell's scarf blocked Snape's view."
"The second time I was in pain, Snape didn't look at me. Only Quirrell looked at me."
"The plot has changed!" Bajir mused.
He checked the gem: 13552.571(+0.001/s)
"For gems that increase in time, it costs about 1,400 for Malfoy to fall into the water, and about 2,000 for talking to Professor Cat."
"Get rid of them—"
"No increase! Doesn't this count as mine?"
"Is there any more royal law! Is there any more law!"
Harry couldn't hear Badir's thoughts.
He mistook Bajir's sudden change of expression as concern.
"This shouldn't be a big problem. Maybe it's the resonance between black magic?"
"Hagrid said that Quirrell used to be very well-read, smart, and courageous. He traveled a lot in order to gain first-hand practical experience."
"The reason why he is like this a year later seems to be because of the attack of vampires in the dark forest, the curse of an old witch, or something like that."
"Then I was so timid now, afraid of students, even afraid of the subjects I teach."
Bagir, who had regained his composure, prompted: "Have you seen Quirrell before? Your scar didn't hurt at that time, right?"
"It doesn't hurt?" Harry frowned, "Did I guess wrong?"
"Humph!" Ron took a bite of the pie, "You're right!"
(Bajir’s black face: That’s right!)
"It is said that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was cursed by Voldemort! This is why the professor of this position changes every year."
"Harry, school hadn't started yet before you met Quirrell."
Harry nodded.
Ron: "Didn't the answer come out soon? The reason why he didn't respond before was because he was not the professor of this course yet."
"The reason you are reacting now is because your scar and the curse on this course were left by Voldemort!"