I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Professor Quirrell has been troubled lately.

He was in economic crisis.

His master, Lord Dark Lord, recently asked him to pay for a bottle of unicorn blood, which was so expensive that he couldn't afford 30,000 Galleons even if he emptied his entire fortune.

But there is really no way to disobey the master's order. He can only borrow from the people in Knockturn Alley.

Before he was middle-aged, he had no car or house, and Professor Quirrell, who had no girlfriend, owed a huge amount of loan.

This made him very anxious.

He could only comfort himself every day with the promises his master gave him.

No matter how much money you owe, when Lord Dark Lord ruled the British magic world, he will be the biggest hero. Then, who would dare to come to him to talk about repaying the money for those scumbags who lend money.

There will be, there will be...

Cars, houses, girlfriends will have.

Professor Quirrell relied on these spiritual pie that Voldemort had painted for him.

But the future is the future, and the present is the present.

Recently, he has been dreaming all the time, all the same dream. He dreamed that he was hiding in Tibet under the debt collector's Arvada, but the Dark Lord disappeared, and then there was a life-threatening curse that was about to hit. When he was on his own, he would wake up suddenly.

In the dark and cold night, Quirrell could only pant heavily, and touched the Dark Lord behind his head, thinking about what he said, he could sleep peacefully after eating two bites of spiritual bread.

But as it went on like this, Quirrell couldn't hold on anymore.

Every day now, his face is pale, and with big dark circles under his eyes, he goes to the classroom to read textbooks weakly, and several times he has lost his mind and almost fainted before he even read a few words.

The day of the deal was getting closer and closer, and Quirrell felt a tingle in his heart whenever he thought that the large sum of money he had borrowed was about to be spent.

That evening, when Quirrell was staring blankly in the office, Snape suddenly found him.

Snape looked at him with a very unkind look, he stared at Quirrell's dull eyes, and said in a vicious voice.

"Tonight the professors at Hogwarts are preparing to organize an operation. There is a group of fugitives in Hogsmeade. Their bounty in the Ministry of Magic is very high. Several professors discussed and planned to kill them all and divide the bounty. , do you want to participate?"

Quirrell's numb and empty eyes suddenly lit up!

With shaking hands like chicken feet, he grabbed Snape's arm and asked hoarsely.

"How much is the bounty?"

Snape frowned and slapped his paw off in disgust.

"Four people, the total bounty is 15,000, and now there are about four professors joining the operation tonight. If it goes well, each of them will probably get more than 2,000 Galleons."

"I'll go!" Quirrell agreed excitedly.

There are more than 2,000 Galleons, which is quite a lot, and there are so many professors involved. This operation must be foolproof.

Snape looked at him coldly: "Are you short of money?"

Quirrell clutched the corner of the robe embarrassingly, "I've been in a tight spot lately."

"You'd better not play tricks," he warned. "At 1:00 in the morning, meet at the school gate."

After Snape left, Quirrell couldn't calm his excitement and walked around the office.

The big cake is the big cake, but the money is in his hands. To be disrespectful, if Lord Dark Lord's plan fails, he must leave a way out for himself.

If all his money really went to buy that bottle of unicorn blood, and the owner's plan failed, and after abandoning him and running away, would he have any other ending other than drinking the northwest wind and waiting to die?

All this bounty has to be hidden and a way out for yourself.

That is to say, Voldemort's current state is getting worse and worse. Quirrell dares to think so when he is often in a state of sleep. Otherwise, he would not dare to have such a rebellious idea of ​​staying behind.

Quirrell never rested, and when it was half an hour before one o'clock in the morning, he went out to the gate of Hogwarts.

Two professors have come here.

It is Professor McGonagall, Vice-Chancellor, and Professor Flitwick, Dean of Ravenclaw.

Steady!

Seeing these two here, Quirrell immediately felt that tonight's actions were as simple as children playing at home.

"Mike, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick." He stammered and greeted the two deans as usual, "Are you also participating in tonight's action?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Quirrell with a frown. She didn't have a good impression of him, because many little wizards had told her that Quirrell's class was too ineffective.

She nodded slightly.

"Albus asked Filius and I to come over to prevent accidents, and we will not participate in the final bounty division."

Quirrell's heart suddenly burst into ecstasy.

What a perfect tool man!

They didn't wait long at the school gate, and several professors who participated in this operation all came.

Aurora Sinista, professor of astronomy, Bathcida Babling, professor of Ancient Rune, and Keridi Boubaji, professor of Muggle Studies, and Professor McGonagall, who is not involved in dividing the money. , Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, the three deans, and Quirrell himself.

With such a lineup, what kind of dark wizard can escape!

Quirrell quietly clenched the wand in his hand.

Although he has made a bit of money recently, he is a top student who graduated from Ravenclaw.

The seven professors left Hogwarts and came to an alley near the Hog's Head.

There was also a bearded old man full of sheep taint waiting for them.

Quirrell knew him as the owner and barman of the Hog's Head.

"There are only these four people left in the bar. They have already slept. I didn't dare to add anything to what they were drinking. Remember to keep your movements small." The old man muttered again, "Don't forget, Deng. Bridor promised to give me two thousand Galleons."

Even the owner of the pig's head bar has joined in!

Quirrell was no longer excited, but rather unhappy.

One more person means an extra share of the money, so I get less.

He complained in his heart.

The commander-in-chief of this operation was Professor McGonagall. When she arrived at the Pig's Head Bar, she began to quietly assign targets to the four people who shared the money.

"Quirro, you go to the first room on the left, the second room on the left of Sinista, the sixth room on the right of Babbling, the third room on the right of Bubbage, and I, Filius, Pomona and the others are guarding below. Now, remember, use the Stunning Charm three times before you take the person down."

Very simple plan, as simple as he was studying in class.

Quirrell's palm was slightly sweaty as he held his wand.

He and the other three professors quietly touched the second floor of the Pig's Head Bar.

After the four of them came to the door of their target's room, the four of them looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and kicked open the door together!