Neil, noticing Pollack's unusual constitution, confessed to him his mistakes in the Transfiguration class, so he took a punch in the face and broke all four metacarpal bones of the puncher.

This was actually quite strange, because he had already secretly leaned back when he saw his opponent raise his fist in anger, and it was almost impossible to deliver a blow as heavy as a bone break with Mr. Vergel's slender hands and feet.

The failure to see at first glance the enormous business prospects behind him – yes, I mean in the sense of extracting profit from him – is evidence that the vision of a businessman is not old enough, and Neil admits frankly. It's just that it's not too late to make amends, as long as it's within the time limit that can be made up, such a small gaffe is nothing.

Pollack Vergel's polite appearance is just an illusion, and the real him is far more irascible than he seems. However, this did not detract from his ability to qualify for Ravenclaw, and a simple heart was often more easily gu...... I mean persuasion. After a friendly explanation and consultation around a little secret that he didn't want to be known, Neil found a good helper who was willing to ask nothing and just keep his head down and work with little difficulty.

His personality, talent, and other qualities make him a perfect fit for this boring, difficult, and extremely time-consuming copywriting job.

But don't tell him this to his face, people are proud to be praised too much, right?

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Unaware of the heinous exploitation his roommate was planning, Michael was woken up from his sleep by the bell for the end of class. As a ghost with an infinite amount of time to waste, Professor Binns never dragged his class, closing his textbook punctually after the bell rang and drifting away – walking the blackboard out of the classroom, of course – so that students could yawn and stretch unbridled without fear of hurting the professor's feelings.

If he still has feelings to hurt.

Michael, who had a red face on his face, didn't care about grooming, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to quickly stand up and look around for Neil's traces with his sleepy eyes. It wasn't difficult, because the latter was smiling and waving at him at the moment.

"Mr. Kona! I'm sorry I've been delayed for a while today, I ...... Ah, oh, please use a handkerchief, Mr. Korna, and wipe the corners of your eyes before getting down to business...... It seems that you didn't have a very good rest last night, and if you need it, I can prescribe some medicine for you. ”

"No, thanks, I'd better wait until after fifth grade to eat that damn thing!" Michael's face flushed with shame, snatched the white handkerchief handed over by the other party, and wiped two handfuls on his face: "Damn, where the hell did you go?" I've been looking for you! ”

"Ah, a little bit of this, a little bit of that...... "Neal shrugged his shoulders vaguely, "why bother with my trivial worries? ”

Michael's expression clearly didn't like the perfunctory attitude, but he eventually gave in. He rolled his eyes and retrieved a palm-sized wooden box from his robe pocket with a string tied to it.

"I went back to my dorm room to get my textbooks, and I happened to bump into this thing that broke the window and flew in from the outside, and it landed right on your bed." At this, he shuddered, as if recalling the feeling of shards of glass flying past the tip of his nose, "When I looked out the window, I saw the big bird with six wings flying away from the outside of the tower...... Can you warn it the next time something more dangerous flies in through the window and smashes me to death? ”

The wording of the sentence was so humble, and the bitter irony in his tone was so obvious that Neil couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He took the wooden box from Michael's hand, held it in his hand and weighed it, and his heart suddenly understood, but his mouth did not mean to announce the contents at all.

"Wonderful, Mr. Kona! In the long run, you may become an unparalleled humorous satirist like Yaroslav Hašek, and many people say that "The Good Soldier" is pulp fiction, but I don't think so. In 1975, when the sorcerers affiliated with the Roma extremists tried to overthrow the regime in Brno with a demonic summoning ceremony, they should have brought him back to life and asked him to finish the ending of the book - do you know what a Roma is? It's what you British call a gypsy. ”

- Merlin is on top, and it starts again.

Michael Corner's fist clenched and opened several times, but on the other hand, he had to admit that he was indeed taken aback by the discovery that something so terrible had happened shortly before he was born, when the whole of Britain was shrouded in the horrors of the mysterious man, and had no time to pay attention to the strange things abroad. If you listen carefully to the history of magic class, you may learn a lot of similar content, but the price to pay for satisfying your curiosity is a bit too heavy.

"Okay, stop, tell me what's in there!"

"Okay, okay, don't be in such a hurry, Mr. Kona." Neil sneered, brushed the broken rope aside with his fingernails, and lifted the lid of the wooden box, "Do you remember that eagle-shaped brooch with sapphire?" The one who was caught by a stupid bird as prey during the test flight and made it all sorts of things? It seems that the replacement is finally complete. ”

Curious, Michael leaned up to see a young eagle carved out of blue glass lying quietly on the crimson flannel, with squinting eyes and head resting on one wing. Upon closer inspection, one could see that its body was repeating faint undulations, as if it was in a sleep, and even such a savage delivery method failed to wake it up.

"I wrote down that incident on the receipt and sent it back to the sect, presumably the Great Elder must have already made a public opinion about it, otherwise it wouldn't be so angry and corrupt - you see, that miscellaneous thing is taking revenge, it just wants to see how we have a headache because of a big hole in the window."

"Didn't you think about the risk of opening a big hole in my head when you were angry?! It's a shame that I didn't tell Professor Flitwick about it for you! ”

"That's a very noble gesture, and I thank you, Mr. Kona, and I promise you'll fix the hole in the window before anyone notices." Neil bowed respectfully, but at the same time closed the lid of the box, keeping the glass eagle out of Michael's pointed sight, "Don't worry, I won't forget your kindness today." ”

The small abacus was exposed. Michael, who had touched a gray nose, scratched his face a little embarrassedly, but before he could think about whether to admit his petty greed frankly, or simply use jokes to fool the past, Neil, who smelled the embarrassing atmosphere, took the first step to divert the topic:

"Speaking of which...... Have you ever named your broomstick? ”

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Neil did what he said, and that night, he quietly replaced the broken windows in the dormitory - no one knew exactly when he did it, and no one saw him carry something that looked like a window pane into or out of the common room. All Michael knew was that before he went to bed that night, the broken piece of glass had been replaced by a high-end piece carved with hydrangeas at the corners — a style that seemed a little out of place with its surroundings, but it was also very funny.

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In contrast, Quirinus Quirrell's night was not very peaceful.

Of course, Hogwarts' access control system only works for students, and as a teacher, it is normal for him to walk around the castle whenever it is his turn. Even so, Quirrell was cautious when moving.

He didn't want to be caught in Filch and his ilk at such a time, rambling on nonsense about why he couldn't give him permission to whip his students—to be honest, Argus Filch's cruel and twisted personality was a good fit to be one of them, but Quirrell's master never disdained to accept a lowly Squib.

That's right, Squib, did he think he was well hidden? It's sad.

Quirrell shuddered suddenly, the tingling pain coming from the back of his head scareless, and he quickly banished the superfluous thoughts from his head. The master is still waiting, and now is not the time to satisfy his own vanity.

The castle hallways were empty in the middle of the night, and Quirrell skilfully turned several corners in a row, silently heading outside, apparently not the first time he had walked this path. Gently pushing open the almost unlocked gate, through the meadows and the great lake, the Forbidden Forest is close at hand.

The lights could be seen through the window of the hunting ground guard's hut, and it seemed that the stupid big man who was not even a troll had finished his patrol for the night. For Quirrell, this was another piece of good news.

The stinging pain in the back of his head grew stronger, and he lowered his head palely.

"Yes, I know...... Wait a moment, I-no! I didn't mean that, I beg your pardon! ”

The master is already impatient and must speed up.

Without hesitation, he drew his wand and walked briskly into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. The Forbidden Forest was almost completely dark in the middle of the night, and he could fight the darkness with the Night Vision Charm, but there was no way to make his way through the potholed ground, so Quirrell could only stumble forward while praying that he would find his prey for the night soon.

The number of unicorns in the Forbidden Forest has begun to dwindle, but the needs of their owners are increasing day by day, which makes him anxious.

“！ No, no, I didn't ...... Forgive me, master! Forgive me! ”

Just as Quirrell was busy begging for mercy for another gaffe, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and he immediately held his breath and shrank into the shadows behind the tree. It's a well-known thing that there are centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, and Quirrell has encountered their patrols several times before, and centaurs don't care about the life or death of unicorns or any other creature, as long as they don't run into them directly, they won't be in trouble.

Today, however, things seem to be slightly awry.

The sound of horses' hooves around him became more and more flattering, clearly exceeding the size of a patrol, and before Quirrell, who was pale, could figure out why, a majestic roar sounded behind him - if Neil was here, he would definitely be able to hear Bayaz's voice.

"I saw him, he was there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrow made of obsidian flew over, and Quirrell subconsciously lowered his head, and the arrow flew tightly against his scalp, nailing his huge turban to the tree behind him, followed by a flurry of arrows. He screamed, and didn't even bother to cast a spell, so he quickly covered the back of his head with both hands, and escaped all the way.