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Chapter 67 Professor Quirrell's Request
Chapter 67 Professor Quirrell's Request
Since that day, Professor Quirrell looked at Allen differently in class.
It made Allen regret that he had talked too much with Professor Quirrell that day, fearing that his identity as a time traveler would be exposed.But then I thought about it, the theories and strategies I said that day are now available in the Muggle world, but they will develop to a peak in 30 years.
Besides, I was just talking about it at the time, and Professor Quirrell probably wouldn't take it to heart.
Time quickly arrived on Saturday night again, and Alan arrived at the door of Professor Quirrell's office on time again.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, he found that the door opened automatically, which made Alan stunned for a moment.
"Alan, come in quickly! It's still a little cold outside! Be careful of getting sick!" Professor Quirrell's voice came from the room, and it was a little bit kind.
Allen was a little confused by Professor Quirrell's attitude. Every time he came to make up lessons before, he had to wait for a long time for Professor Quirrell to open the door after knocking on the door. Before that, Allen thought that Professor Quirrell, a single man, was here when he came. I was doing something in the house before, so I had to clean up the battlefield urgently after he knocked on the door.
However, Allen has never found any suspicious tissues in Professor Quirrell's office, so this idea has disappeared.
But it's the first time I've seen the door open so early today, and it's even the first time that the professor has started to care about his body!Allen thought secretly in his heart.
Alan was a little confused by Professor Quirrell's abnormal attitude. He didn't want to understand what was going on for a while, so he decided to take a step first.
Allen walked into the office carefully, only to find that Professor Quirrell was sitting behind his desk, looking at him with a smile.
"Sit down quickly! Do you want to drink something to warm up?" Professor Quirrell said briskly.
Allen felt that Professor Quirrell was very strange today, and he was speechless for a while.
Professor Quirrell didn't care about Alan's performance, but asked patiently: "I have hot chocolate, hot milk, and tea from the East. Which one do you want to drink?"
Only then did Alan come back to his senses, and quickly said, "No, Professor, I'm not cold! Don't bother!"
Professor Quirrell ignored Allen's refusal and helped him make a decision: "Then let's have some tea. I got some tea when I was traveling before. I heard it came from the far east. Let's drink it today! "
Then, he waved his wand and started making tea. After a while, a steaming cup of tea floated in front of Allen.
Allen took a sip carefully, it was a familiar taste, it was Tieguanyin.He hadn't had tea for a long time, so he couldn't help but take a few more sips.
Professor Quirrell observed Allen drinking tea, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Look at the color of your eyes and hair, are you Chinese?"
Allen looked at Professor Quirrell in surprise. You must know that ordinary wizards cannot distinguish the ethnicity of Muggle wizards. It was beyond his expectation that Professor Quirrell could ask such a question.
Professor Quirrell noticed Allen's expression, raised his glass to him and said, "I see you like drinking tea very much. I heard that Orientals like drinking tea very much, so I thought you were of Chinese descent."
Allen quickly raised the teacup in his hand and replied, "Maybe! I am an orphan, and I don't know who my parents are. After hearing what you said today, I feel that I should indeed be of Chinese descent."
After speaking, he drank a few more sips of tea, raised his cup and said, "The tea is delicious!"
"You are an orphan? I thought you were born in a Muggle political family, so you know so much political knowledge." Professor Quirrell said a little surprised.
He even started to ask about his life experience, and Professor Quirrell really began to doubt himself.Allen thought secretly.
But Allen didn't panic at all on the surface.
"My political knowledge is very common in the Muggle world, and it is reported in Muggle newspapers every day." Allen quickly explained.
Professor Quirrell did not refute Allen, but looked at Allen with a half-smile.
Allen was terrified by his smile, and quickly took a few sips from his cup to cover up his emotions.
However, Professor Quirrell didn't mean to get to the bottom of it. Instead, he walked up to Allen and said, "Let's stop playing charades. I think there are some things that don't need to be covered up based on the relationship between us, so I won't smear them." It’s over, just say it straight away.”
Allen was really overwhelmed by Professor Quirrell's calm attitude, and quickly said: "Professor, please say—"
"You know I only started teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, and I've been teaching Muggle Studies before that."
"And I have been writing a book on Muggle politics in private. Your conversation last week inspired me deeply and brought me a lot of new ideas."
"So I would like to invite you to complete this book with me. After the book is published, your name will also appear in the author column. You will become the second author of this book. What do you think?"
Professor Quirrell's words made Allen fall into thinking: No wonder Professor Quirrell reacted like that after listening to what he said. It turns out that there is such a reason. This wizarding world is really closed, so I just said that As soon as I said it, it was regarded as a standard, but publishing a book could be considered, but the signature was of no use to me!
The more Allen thought about it, the more proud he became, and he made a decision accordingly.
"Professor, it's a good thing to publish a book. I think the books in Diagon Alley are very valuable." Allen began to hint at Professor Quirrell.
Professor Quirrell really knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string song, and said happily: "That's right! I will not only sign your name, but also use [-]% of the manuscript fee to thank you."
Hearing this, Allen immediately regained his spirits.
"How much is [-]%?" Allen asked eagerly.
"I received 500 Galleons as a manuscript fee for my last book, how can this book be doubled with your participation!" Professor Quirrell said unhurriedly.
"That's three hundred gold Galleons?" This figure was beyond Alan's expectation. "Is it so profitable to write a book?"
"We are writing a good book that can be widely circulated. Isn't that profitable?" Professor Quirrell saw Alan's heartbeat and continued to seduce.
But Allen suddenly changed his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "Then if I don't want to sign, can you reward me with 5% of the manuscript fee?"
"No! How can you not sign your name? That would be a blasphemy for your knowledge." Professor Quirrell saw that the fish had taken the bait, and while he was secretly happy in his heart, he pretended to refuse.
But Allen thought it was Professor Quirrell who was afraid of leaving a clue, so he continued to persuade: "Professor, don't worry, I will help you write this book by giving me [-]%. Imagine how much this book will be by then. You did it independently, and there is an unbreakable vow between us, so you don't have to worry about things leaking."
Allen began to seduce Professor Quirrell in turn.
Professor Quirrell pretended to be struggling fiercely, and it took a while before he said to Allen:
"make a deal!"
Still looking for votes!
(End of this chapter)
Since that day, Professor Quirrell looked at Allen differently in class.
It made Allen regret that he had talked too much with Professor Quirrell that day, fearing that his identity as a time traveler would be exposed.But then I thought about it, the theories and strategies I said that day are now available in the Muggle world, but they will develop to a peak in 30 years.
Besides, I was just talking about it at the time, and Professor Quirrell probably wouldn't take it to heart.
Time quickly arrived on Saturday night again, and Alan arrived at the door of Professor Quirrell's office on time again.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, he found that the door opened automatically, which made Alan stunned for a moment.
"Alan, come in quickly! It's still a little cold outside! Be careful of getting sick!" Professor Quirrell's voice came from the room, and it was a little bit kind.
Allen was a little confused by Professor Quirrell's attitude. Every time he came to make up lessons before, he had to wait for a long time for Professor Quirrell to open the door after knocking on the door. Before that, Allen thought that Professor Quirrell, a single man, was here when he came. I was doing something in the house before, so I had to clean up the battlefield urgently after he knocked on the door.
However, Allen has never found any suspicious tissues in Professor Quirrell's office, so this idea has disappeared.
But it's the first time I've seen the door open so early today, and it's even the first time that the professor has started to care about his body!Allen thought secretly in his heart.
Alan was a little confused by Professor Quirrell's abnormal attitude. He didn't want to understand what was going on for a while, so he decided to take a step first.
Allen walked into the office carefully, only to find that Professor Quirrell was sitting behind his desk, looking at him with a smile.
"Sit down quickly! Do you want to drink something to warm up?" Professor Quirrell said briskly.
Allen felt that Professor Quirrell was very strange today, and he was speechless for a while.
Professor Quirrell didn't care about Alan's performance, but asked patiently: "I have hot chocolate, hot milk, and tea from the East. Which one do you want to drink?"
Only then did Alan come back to his senses, and quickly said, "No, Professor, I'm not cold! Don't bother!"
Professor Quirrell ignored Allen's refusal and helped him make a decision: "Then let's have some tea. I got some tea when I was traveling before. I heard it came from the far east. Let's drink it today! "
Then, he waved his wand and started making tea. After a while, a steaming cup of tea floated in front of Allen.
Allen took a sip carefully, it was a familiar taste, it was Tieguanyin.He hadn't had tea for a long time, so he couldn't help but take a few more sips.
Professor Quirrell observed Allen drinking tea, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Look at the color of your eyes and hair, are you Chinese?"
Allen looked at Professor Quirrell in surprise. You must know that ordinary wizards cannot distinguish the ethnicity of Muggle wizards. It was beyond his expectation that Professor Quirrell could ask such a question.
Professor Quirrell noticed Allen's expression, raised his glass to him and said, "I see you like drinking tea very much. I heard that Orientals like drinking tea very much, so I thought you were of Chinese descent."
Allen quickly raised the teacup in his hand and replied, "Maybe! I am an orphan, and I don't know who my parents are. After hearing what you said today, I feel that I should indeed be of Chinese descent."
After speaking, he drank a few more sips of tea, raised his cup and said, "The tea is delicious!"
"You are an orphan? I thought you were born in a Muggle political family, so you know so much political knowledge." Professor Quirrell said a little surprised.
He even started to ask about his life experience, and Professor Quirrell really began to doubt himself.Allen thought secretly.
But Allen didn't panic at all on the surface.
"My political knowledge is very common in the Muggle world, and it is reported in Muggle newspapers every day." Allen quickly explained.
Professor Quirrell did not refute Allen, but looked at Allen with a half-smile.
Allen was terrified by his smile, and quickly took a few sips from his cup to cover up his emotions.
However, Professor Quirrell didn't mean to get to the bottom of it. Instead, he walked up to Allen and said, "Let's stop playing charades. I think there are some things that don't need to be covered up based on the relationship between us, so I won't smear them." It’s over, just say it straight away.”
Allen was really overwhelmed by Professor Quirrell's calm attitude, and quickly said: "Professor, please say—"
"You know I only started teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, and I've been teaching Muggle Studies before that."
"And I have been writing a book on Muggle politics in private. Your conversation last week inspired me deeply and brought me a lot of new ideas."
"So I would like to invite you to complete this book with me. After the book is published, your name will also appear in the author column. You will become the second author of this book. What do you think?"
Professor Quirrell's words made Allen fall into thinking: No wonder Professor Quirrell reacted like that after listening to what he said. It turns out that there is such a reason. This wizarding world is really closed, so I just said that As soon as I said it, it was regarded as a standard, but publishing a book could be considered, but the signature was of no use to me!
The more Allen thought about it, the more proud he became, and he made a decision accordingly.
"Professor, it's a good thing to publish a book. I think the books in Diagon Alley are very valuable." Allen began to hint at Professor Quirrell.
Professor Quirrell really knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string song, and said happily: "That's right! I will not only sign your name, but also use [-]% of the manuscript fee to thank you."
Hearing this, Allen immediately regained his spirits.
"How much is [-]%?" Allen asked eagerly.
"I received 500 Galleons as a manuscript fee for my last book, how can this book be doubled with your participation!" Professor Quirrell said unhurriedly.
"That's three hundred gold Galleons?" This figure was beyond Alan's expectation. "Is it so profitable to write a book?"
"We are writing a good book that can be widely circulated. Isn't that profitable?" Professor Quirrell saw Alan's heartbeat and continued to seduce.
But Allen suddenly changed his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "Then if I don't want to sign, can you reward me with 5% of the manuscript fee?"
"No! How can you not sign your name? That would be a blasphemy for your knowledge." Professor Quirrell saw that the fish had taken the bait, and while he was secretly happy in his heart, he pretended to refuse.
But Allen thought it was Professor Quirrell who was afraid of leaving a clue, so he continued to persuade: "Professor, don't worry, I will help you write this book by giving me [-]%. Imagine how much this book will be by then. You did it independently, and there is an unbreakable vow between us, so you don't have to worry about things leaking."
Allen began to seduce Professor Quirrell in turn.
Professor Quirrell pretended to be struggling fiercely, and it took a while before he said to Allen:
"make a deal!"
Still looking for votes!
(End of this chapter)
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