"Okay...I haven't seen you for a long time! Hera, don't learn...I'll learn to speak!!!"

Quirinas Quirou (hereinafter referred to as Quirou) stuttered and protested that since he stuttered, he hated others to learn from him.

This was a problem he had just developed not long ago. It was probably during this winter vacation. When he returned from the dark forest, he began to be afraid of everything, students, and subjects he taught.

It was the time when he began to stutter.

Hera didn't mean to learn from Qilu's words on purpose, but mainly because he was caught by the official in secret and was caught by the official. It was really embarrassing.

Old Tom wiped the wine glass that had already shined as bright as new in his hand, but his mind was all on Hera and Chilo. He liked this vulgar plot at 8:30 the most.

"Ahem, no, you are my best friend!" Hera showed a bright smile and patted Kiro's arm very excitedly, "It's just that I haven't seen you for too long, I'm a little excited!"

"I'm also very happy to see you... We haven't seen you for a long time. You... borrowed Jin Jialong..."

Qiluo said vaguely, as if he felt it was necessary to mention this matter now, which was far more important than reminiscing about the past.

However, Hera reacted very keenly, and drank the butter beer he had just bought in one sip. Then he looked down at his empty wrist, then showed an anxious expression and said:

"Good friend, I really want to have a good meal with you, but I really have something important to do now. I will definitely invite you to drink next time I have the chance."

Qiluo looked at Hera who was running away in panic and put down his palm weakly. It seemed that his Jin Jialong would not be back.

"Professor Quirrell, congratulations on getting the position of Professor of Dark Magic Defense. Do you want to drink something? I invite you, but it's only today." Old Tom came over with a rag and pretended to be careless and took away the wine glass on the table.

"Thank you, I still can't. Please help me open a room." Qiluo stammered.

The picture turned to Hera, who rushed into his room with a sudden turn, then leaned tightly against the door panel, hung the door bolt, and his chest was undulating violently.

"Damn it, I actually met that guy Qiluo here. I seem to owe him 80... Well, it's 78 Jin Jialong and 5 Silver Sikes!"

Hera tried to calm down for a moment, listened to the sound outside and confirmed that Chilo had not followed him. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the bed with a little lonely feeling.

"There are more and more creditors, and it seems that the British magic world can't make it anymore. Why don't you... follow those Greeks to do smuggling transactions?"

Looking back on the Greek guys I met before, Hera had another cold war. When they fought and avoided the pursuit of Auror, they had eaten a lot of evil curses on their bodies, and their body and mind had long become less like normal people, or had psychological distortion or physical disability.

If possible, Hera still wants to keep her handsome image.

"Tsk, why do you think so much? Anyway, that guy Qiluo is stuttering. Just interrupt him and don't let him say it. But I haven't seen him for so long. Why do you still wear a purple turban in hot weather? It's so bad that you haven't taken it down and washed it?

Sure enough, that guy Quirinas fell..."

Hera scratched Garon's chin, regardless of whether Garon could understand it or not, but he started to complain to it anyway.

And Chilo, who was two rooms apart from Hera's room, cast several tests and protective magic in the room, then raised his hand and took off the turban on his head.

Qiluo's exposed head looked surprisingly small, but where it was originally the back of Qiluo's head, there was a face, a hideous and terrifying face that could not be described in words. The color was as white as chalk, and the red eyes emitted light, and there were two thin nostrils like snakes below.

"Who was that child just now..." The face said in a hoarse voice: "When I saw him, I felt a very strange feeling..."

"It's Hera Lestrang's from Slytherin College. He was two levels younger than me when I was in school. A guy blinded by money can sell everything for money."

Quirou whispered that he had some bad premonition, probably as if the medical student had sent a new mouse during the decoding class, and he was the poor worm who had been decorating and was about to throw it into the trash bin.

A sense of crisis!

Yes, a sense of crisis!

"Lesterlanch..." The face was slightly surprised. You know, it was quite difficult. After all, facial features have become like this, so it is a strange thing to be able to make expressions.

"They have always been my most loyal servants...even after the loss of power that night... I still believe that I will make a comeback..."

Qilu's body trembled slightly, as if his premonition was about to come true.

He silently closed his eyes and prepared to accept all this.

For the Dark Lord, everything is worth it.

"You go and get in touch with him, we need help... you fool..." The face felt Kiro's emotions and cursed with regret.

Damn it, if I hadn't been so weak now, I would have looked down on such a cowardly wizard.

"Yes, master." Qiluo nodded, then silently picked up the purple turban that fell beside him and wrapped it around him.

Removing all kinds of protections cast before and detecting magic, Qiluo opened the door bolt and knocked on Hera's door according to the room number given by Old Tom before.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

“…”

The hands that were "up and down" on Garon's body in the room froze instantly. Hera got up carefully from the bed, and did not dare to wear slippers. He tiptoed towards the door.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

This time the knock on the door was a little louder and more urgent than before. Obviously, the people outside the door were not very patient.

"Hera, I'm not here to urge you to pay back the money. I have something to come to you to discuss. Can I let me in?"

Qiluo's voice stopped stuttering, but Hera didn't care. At this moment, he was facing one of the most embarrassing things in his life - the creditor came to his door.

Hera has to experience such things dozens of times a year, so he just wanders around. At least the creditor can't find him, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing in the Broken Cauldron Bar.

"I hope you can do something for me." Qiluo knew that Hera was in the room, so he directly released his final weapon.

"I can pay you Jin Jialong!"

Bang~!

The door opened, and a handsome face with a very beating and flattering smile appeared in front of Quirrell.

Hera leaned against the door and made way for a position that was enough for Kiro to go in horizontally.
Chapter completed!