Professor Quirreau has been very distressed recently.

He was in an economic crisis.

His master, Lord Dark King, recently asked him to pay for a bottle of expensive unicorn blood. The thing was too expensive, and even if he emptied his entire net worth, he could not afford 30,000 Jialong.

But the master's order was really impossible to violate, so he could only borrow money from the people who had turned over the alley.

Professor Quirrell, who is not yet middle-aged, has no car or house, has no girlfriend, owes a huge loan.

This made him very anxious.

Every day he can only comfort himself with the promises his master gave him.

Even if you owe much money, what if you do? After Lord Dark Lord ruled the British magic world, he will be the biggest contributor. At that time, who would dare to come to him to discuss repaying the money?

There will be, there will be...

There are cars, houses, and girlfriends.

Professor Quirrell relied on these spiritual pie painted by Voldemort for him to satisfy his hunger.

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

Recently, he has been dreaming, all the same dream. He dreamed that he was hiding in the middle of the debt collector’s Avada gnawed the big melon, but the Dark Lord disappeared. Then when a life-seeking curse was about to hit him, he would suddenly wake up.

In the dark and cold night, Qiluo could only breathe heavily and touch the Dark King behind his head. Thinking about his words, he could only fall asleep peacefully after eating a few bites of spiritual pie.

But if this goes on every day, Quirrell can no longer hold on.

He now has a pale face every day, and he goes to the classroom to read textbooks with big dark circles with weak eyes. On several occasions, he has not read a few sentences, and he almost faints after he has not read a few words.

As the date of making an appointment for a deal is getting closer, and whenever Qilu thinks that a large amount of money he borrows will be spent, a stinging pain will be accompanied by his heart.

That evening, when Kilow was in a daze in his office with his eyes empty, Snape suddenly found him.

Snape looked at him with a very bad look. He stared at Kiro's dull eyes and said in a bad voice.

"Tonight, the professors at Hogwarts were preparing to organize an operation. A nest of fugitives appeared in Hogsmeade. Their bounty in the Ministry of Magic was very high. Several professors discussed their plans to get them all and divide the bounty. Do you want to participate?"

Qilu's originally numb and empty eyes suddenly lit up!

He asked hoarsely, trembling with his chicken feet, grabbed Snape's arm.

“How many bounties are there?”

Snape frowned and slapped off his paws with disgust.

"The four people have a total bounty of 15,000. Now about four famous professors have joined tonight's action. If it goes well, each person will be given more than 2,000 Garon."

"I'll go!" Qilu agreed with an excited look on his face.

There are more than two thousand gallons, and there are so many professors involved. This action must be foolproof, and the money you get is like picking up for nothing.

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

Kiro grabbed a corner of his robe embarrassedly: "I'm tight on my hands recently."

"You'd better not play any tricks," he warned. "Assemble at the school gate at 1 a.m.."

After Snape left, Kilow could not calm down his excitement and walked around the office.

The big cake is the big cake, but it is safe to get the money in your hands. To be disrespectful, if the Dark Lord’s plan fails, he must leave a way out for himself.

If he really bought all his money for the bottle of unicorn blood, the master's plan failed and abandoned him and ran away, would he have another ending besides drinking the northwest wind and waiting for death?

All this bounty must be hidden and you must leave a way out for yourself.

In other words, Voldemort's condition is getting worse and worse now. He is often in a sleepy state and dares to think so. Otherwise, he would not dare to have such a rebellious idea as leaving a way out.

Quirrell hadn't rested. When he was half an hour before he left, he went out to the gate of Hogwarts.

Two professors have come here.

He is Vice President Professor McGonagall and Dean of Ravenclaw Professor Flevy.

Stay stable!

As soon as he saw these two people, Qiluo suddenly felt that the action tonight was as simple as a child playing house.

"May, Professor McGonagall, Professor Fleeve." He stammered and greeted the two deans as usual, "Are you involved in the action tonight?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Kilow with a frown. She didn't have a good impression of him because many young wizards had reacted to her that Kilow's class was too poor.

She nodded slightly and said.

"Albus asked Philius and I to prevent accidents, and we were not involved in the final bounty division."

Quirot's heart was suddenly filled with joy.

What a perfect tool!

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

Astronomy professor Aurora Sinista, Bassyda Bablin, professor of ancient magic literature, and Caridi Bubaji, professor of Muggle Studies, who included them and did not participate in the money, three deans, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flevy, Professor Sprout, and Quirre themselves.

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

Quirou quietly clenched the wand in his hand.

Although he has made a little money recently, he is still a top student who graduated from Ravenclaw. He must perform more prominently tonight, so that he can only have more confidence by sharing money.

Seven professors left Hogwarts and came to an alley near Pighead Bar.

There is also an old bearded man full of sheep smell waiting for them.

Quirrell knew him, he was the owner and hostess of Pighead Bar.

"Now there are only four people left in the bar. They have already fallen asleep. I dare not add anything to what they drink. Remember to make your movements smaller." The old man muttered again, "Don't forget that Dumbledore promised to divide me two thousand gallons."

Even the owner of Pig Head Bar joined in!

Quirot was no longer excited, but he was a little unhappy.

If one more person means you have to pay more money, then I will get less.

He complained in his heart.

The commander-in-chief of this operation was Professor McGonagall. When she arrived at the Pig Head Bar, she began to whisper to allocate the targets to the four people who were distributing the money.

"Qilo, go to the first room on the left, the second room on the left of Sinista, the sixth room on the right of Babuling, the third room on the right of Bubaji, Philius, Pomona and I were guarding below, remember, first use the coma curse three times when we met, and then take the people down."

A very simple plan, just like he is studying in class.

Quirrell's palms holding the wand were sweating slightly.

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

After the four of them arrived at the door of their respective target rooms, the four of them looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and kicked open the door together!
Chapter completed!