MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-Chapter 40 do me a favor

The day after tomorrow is the National Day, tentatively set the meaning of 10,000 words, and the next few days will be updated every day. Because I have to go out to play, I can't add too much.

September is almost over, but I still have to keep asking for recommendations!

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"I'll bet a copper nut, you're not going to die."

Asker raised his head, smiled and said to Snape, his tone was flat and his expression calm, as if he was telling a very ordinary thing.

Snape didn't know what to say, what should he say? Apologize? rebuke? Or comfort? Just looking at Asker, Snape already understood that what he said now was useless, so he chose silence.

This was a misunderstanding, Asker knew it, and Snape knew it too, but Asker couldn't really handle it as a misunderstanding.

"How can you speak to the professor in such a tone, Mr. Grindelwald."

Along with Snape were Professor McGonagall and Quirrell, and after Asker made that rude remark, Professor McGonagall's old temper flared. The majesty of the professors is not to be offended, and even if they do something wrong, it is not a student's turn to point fingers, let alone the threat of this red fruit.

"Well, is there something wrong with my tone?"

Asker took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly wiped the blood from his eyes. The monster's blood was slightly poisonous, and Asker's eyes were a little stinging now. The injury on his body has not been treated, the blood is draining, and there is nothing on his body that does not hurt. The pain brought stimulation. Asker felt that his brain was extremely awake and active at this time. The fight just now couldn't relieve his anger, and he needed a way to vent.

"Of course, it is indeed a bit rude." Asker smiled lightly, and before Professor McGonagall spoke, he said, "Perhaps, I should say this..."

"Dean Snape, if I can kill you with my own hands, it will be my supreme honor!"

Silence...

Everyone, whether it was Harry and Ron, who had just climbed up from the ground in a state of dismay, stood on the side, Quirrell, who was shivering, and then came out of the bathroom, Hermione who didn't know why, and the angry Professor McGonagall was still the party involved. Snape, they couldn't say a word.

"Enough! Mr. Grindelwald!"

Professor McGonagall said angrily, Ask shrugged his shoulders, he turned around, and no matter what other people looked at him, he dragged his heavy body and walked out bit by bit. Blood dripped on the ground, and the places he walked were stained with blood. Asker smiled. At this time, he didn't want to do anything except smile, and there was no need to do anything.

When crying can't solve the problem, why not smile?

In the end, Dumbledore learned about it from Professor McGonagall, which of course was different from what he knew from Snape, and in this version, Asker was a disrespectful, reckless, rude Students who have problems with etiquette need to be strictly disciplined.

"Okay, Minerva, I already know about this."

Dumbledore said that his tone made Professor McGonagall a little dissatisfied, because Dumbledore didn't seem to take this matter to heart at all. This dissatisfaction was written on her face, and Dumbledore could see it as soon as he looked up. .

"How is the child now?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's all skin trauma. It'll be fine in the hospital for a few days." Professor McGonagall replied, she was still a little scared and had lingering fears, "How dare he... He's just a first-year student!"

Dumbledore signed his name on a document and said without looking up: "How dare he, of course he dares... He is the grandson of Gellert Grindelwald, and that person is in Durmstrang was even worse than that kid when he was, and he nearly blew up the whole Durmstrang."

"..." Professor McGonagall's mouth was so open that he could put an egg in it. Could it be that all the members of the Grindelwald family have crazy blood flowing through them?

"Actually, that kid is very smart." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I don't deny this, but his cleverness is not used in the right way. I am very worried..."

As if seeing Professor McGonagall's concern, Dumbledore comforted him in a convincing tone: "No one is born a Dark Lord. We must have confidence in our students and in ourselves."

"I hope so."

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"I heard your wand broke?"

Ask raised his head, the **** Barrow stood in front of him, he nodded, "You know?"

"The whole of Hogwarts knows."

"Someone leaked it... It should be that idiot Ron." Asker said without thinking, "I bet a copper nut, he will be treated badly by Dean Snape recently."

"Dean...you still call him that?" Bloody Barrow asked in surprise.

"why not?"

"He broke your wand, and you threatened him fiercely on the spot without saving any face."

Asker shook his head, he closed the book, raised his head to look at the **** Barrow, and asked an irrelevant question: "Will the ghosts die? What are the conditions for their death or disappearance?"

The blood man Barrow was stunned for a moment. This question stumped him. Although he was a ghost over a thousand years old, he really didn't know the answer.

"I am one of the oldest ghosts at Hogwarts. Until now, I don't know when I will disappear, and I don't know what will make me disappear. Maybe, only time can do it." Barrow the Blood answered somewhat uncertainly.

"Can't Avada even die?" Ask asked.

"No, I've already tried it."

Asker touched his chin. He looked at the **** Barrow with a strange look, as if he was weighing something. After a while, Asker broke the silence and said, "I want to ask you to do me a favor."

"What are you busy with?" asked the **** Barrow.

"Help me spy on someone."

"who is it?"

"Quiro!"

"Why?" The blood man Barrow stared at Asker with his empty eyes~www.novelbuddy.com~, trying to find clues on his face, "Why should I spy on him?"

"Is there anything at Hogwarts that your ghosts don't know about?" Asker asked, looking at Barrow the **** man with a smile, "I'm afraid Dumbledore doesn't know as much as you guys, don't tell me you don't know? Who the **** is Dodgerow?"

"Quirro, Quirinus Quirrell, he used to be a student of Ravenclaw, with excellent grades and excellent academic performance. Many ghosts at Hogwarts still remember him." Bloody Barrow said lightly. He said, "After he graduated, we don't know what happened after that. However, he is now a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which shows that he is doing well." Taking a deep look at Ask, the **** Barrow said: "Do you think there is a problem with such a person?"

"Have I said that he has a problem?" Asker blinked his eyes and said innocently, "I just seem to be asking you who he is... Could it be that he really has a problem?"

"You are very cunning."

"Thank you for the compliment!" Ask owed his body, then he clapped his hands, looked at the **** Barrow expectantly, and said, "Because we are so familiar, you can do me a favor, why? Sample?"

"I've helped you a lot, but you haven't done what you promised me."

"What did I promise you?"

The **** Barrow didn't answer, he turned around, paused, and said, "I will help you monitor Quirrell, and I will help you do more things. As for what you promised me, you will definitely remember. of."

"do not let me down……"