Change, change?!

Professor Quirinus Quirrell blinked, looking at the replaced dish in front of him in confusion.

If he remembered correctly, just a few seconds ago, it should have been a half-artwork Hungarian organ ham with its tantalizing aroma of ham, flowing with cheese and spices—instead of a shriveled boiled potato.

Professor Quirrell turned his head to look at the old wizard beside him who had already begun to enjoy his dishes with peace of mind, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he quickly returned to the nervous appearance he had before, and stammered.

"Mr. O, Mr. Otto, you, you are ......"

"Young people, it is suitable to eat some light food occasionally to improve their physical fitness. ”

Grindelwald grinned, and in Quirrell's incredulous gaze, moved the young professor's fruit salad in front of him, and before the anger in Professor Quirrell's eyes could rise, the old demon king whispered as if talking to himself.

"I've been alive for a long time, and I'm just here to take a break, so I don't care what secrets are hidden in the big scarf you wrap around your head - as long as you two don't provoke me, understand?"

The secret in the scarf?!

The bottom line is, the two of you?!

Quirinus Quirrell's eyes shrank suddenly, the expression on his face changed rapidly, and his fingers groped around the edge of his coat pocket, as if he almost subconsciously wanted to pull out his wand, as if he was about to stand up and run away.

A few months earlier, while traveling to Albania, he had encountered Lord Voldemort, who at that time was undoubtedly inhabited by small rodent animals. This was indeed a surprise to Quirrell, but after some untold conversations, Quirrell was persuaded to become Voldemort's servant.

Obviously, demagogy has always been the specialty of demon kings, and Voldemort is no exception.

Voldemort then lodged on Quirrell's body, clinging to the back of his head to be exact, and secretly infiltrated Hogwarts Castle with the intention of stealing the Philosopher's Stone that belonged to Nick Lemay.

For the "Otto Apocalis" who suddenly appeared in Hogwarts, Voldemort and Quirrell naturally paid considerable attention, gathering information among the professors through various channels.

According to Quirrell's guess of the "Great Being" behind Quirrell's head, this old man is most likely the "von Hohenheim Paracelsus" who has disappeared for nearly half a century, another legendary owner of the Philosopher's Stone, the founder of the healing magic system, and one of the greatest alchemists.

There is no doubt that in the eyes of Voldemort and Quirrell, this should be one of the means that Dumbledore used to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

It's just that Quirinus Quirrell never imagined that it had only been less than three weeks since school started, and the existence of him and his master seemed to have been discovered by this old wizard, and it was actually in such a public occasion?!

You know, not only Dumbledore and the rest of the Hogwarts professors, but also nearly half of the stalwarts of the British Ministry of Magic sitting across from the faculty seats at this moment.

If he is debunked and beaten in this situation, even if Voldemort is resurrected, he will not be confident that he will be able to get out of the way.

"Look, I'm right, right? Young man, I just can't hold my breath. ”

Grindelwald picked up a potato and shoved it into Quirrell's hand, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the wizard's fingers reaching for his wand.

"Take it easy, in my long life, my biggest fear is trouble. Your little secret is not as appealing to me as this delicious meal. But that doesn't mean that my old bone can't swing his wand, you know what I mean, right?"

"What do you mean ......"

Quirinus Quirrell stared at the folds of the old man's face, without the slightest smile on his face.

Ever since he guessed the identity of this person, he and Voldemort had been very nervous, after all, for a long time, no one knew what strange magical knowledge and skills such an immortal would possess.

Although according to some previous sources, alchemists are usually not good at fighting, but this does not mean that the magic strength of these old wizards will drop much, especially if the other party is still a healer.

"Please order one for me, well, poplar nectar. ”

Grindelwald leaned over and glanced at the menu on Quirrell's table, as if he were a harmless old man, shrugged helplessly, and grinned, "No way, I can't order the menu here." ”

"Is that all?"

Quirinus Quirrell narrowed his eyes, his breathing a little heavy.

He didn't believe that the old wizard in front of him was stirring up trouble at such a time, just to order a small drink.

"What else? I'm not interested in your, and besides, Lemay doesn't have a good relationship with me. ”

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, as if recalling something unpleasant, paused slightly, glanced at Professor Quirrell, who was not moving, and sighed slightly.

Young people nowadays, must be threatened before they can be relieved?

"Well, well, one more thing. Grindelwald glanced at Elena, who was chatting with the wings, and pouted helplessly, his tone sinking slightly, "That child, Elena Caslana." I don't care what you want to do, but if you dare to touch a hair of her, I'll kill you with my own hands—in exchange, I won't be on Albus's side, and of course, don't expect me to help you. ”

"I see, you can rest assured. ”

Quirinus Quirrell turned his head and glanced at the little silver-haired witch sitting at the edge of the Hufflepuff table.

While he and Voldemort did have some curiosity about the brilliant young wizard, they didn't take it very seriously—genius, while rare, wasn't that important to Voldemort.

Tom Riddle knows very well that all old wizards attach great importance to the spirit of contracts, even if it is just a casual agreement, as long as he keeps his promise, there will probably be no backsliding.

Quirrell had a relaxed look on his face, and was about to smile and make a few more small talk.

"Mr. Otto, I ......"

"Okay, no more nonsense. Yang Zhi nectar, I am dying of thirst. ”

Grindelwald tapped the wall with his spoon and snorted disapprovingly.

"Oh, okay. ”

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On the other side, the young wizards around Luna had also dispersed.

Elena and her little wings finally had a chance to sit down and eat delicious food while starting the wizarding world's version of the "Netizen Offline Base" activity, or the "Shame Field" torture session.

Of course, the main torture object, in addition to Luna, there is also the white-haired dumpling who has never told the truth before.

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