Chapter 37 Surveillance
Hogwarts seems very quiet during the day, almost all the students are in class, only when passing through the classroom corridor can one hear the sounds of conversation.
In the now empty castle, Quirrell stealthily walked over to the fourth floor.
The 4th floor has a long corridor with an awards exhibition room inside.
Quirrell often passed by, not daring to look towards the flashing silver or gold cup, shield, medal and statue, feeling a little guilty.
Voldemort was scratched in the face by a cat, considered extremely humiliating, and ordered Quirrell to definitely claw out that ignorant cat.
Quirrell quietly investigated last week and found that the high school student also did not have an orange cat, so it was very likely that it was some teacher's pet.
This made him not dare to go out and look for the cat with a bang, he just sat and waited at the place where he found the cat, thinking of quietly dealing with it.
Just then, there was a place on the fourth floor that Dumbledore had designated as a forbidden area.
Voldemort was really interested in the forbidden area, and didn't mind Quirrell wandering around the fourth floor aimlessly searching.
Suddenly, Quirrell stopped and saw a dark, furry cat, it was Mrs. Lawless.
It was so thin, that its eyes protruded outwards from its neck, and when it looked at you silently, it seemed as if it was staring at you.
Quirrell's mouth twitched, seeing that Mrs. Lawless was wearing a protective talisman around her neck, as well as a peace guard, and a small horn-like talisman.
Filch is crazy!
Ever since hearing Lady Luo Li Si's piercing scream and not being able to catch anything, Filch has been paying great attention to it.
Moreover, it was because of its ear-piercing scream that other students noticed something unusual on the seventh floor.
So Filch helped Mrs. Lawless apply for various defensive talismans, and the academy generously approved them.
Hogwarts any student, I'm afraid is not as safe as this cat.
Quirrell didn't dare to tease it, and whenever he saw it, he would remember the painful claws from the orange cat before.
"Professor Quirrell."
Professor McGonagall walked over from not far away, her back straight, her face serious, standing in front of Quirrell, she was half a head taller than Quirrell.
She asked curiously: "How did you appear on the 4th floor?"
"Award, award gallery, I want to see, see, see who won, I thought, thought in class to talk, tell them stories." Quirrell was very nervous, he answered stammeringly.
Professor McGonagall said sternly: "Professor Quirrell, many students have responded to me, saying that your defensive dark magic class is too bad, and if you continue like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to pass the academy's mid-term evaluation.
You are a professor invited by Hogwarts, you have rich experience wandering in the Eastern European jungle, you know vampires, werewolves, zombies...
Hogwarts hopes that you will use your rich experience to give students more insight and learn more emergency handling methods, not to ask you to come here and tell useless stories."
McGonagall's words paused, "I unintentionally evaluate everyone's teaching methods, but I hope you can make changes this weekend, otherwise after the weekend, you'll probably be headed to the headmaster's office."
Under Dumbledore's promotion, McGonagall became Hogwarts vice-headmistress five years ago.
Dumbledore was concurrently Minister of Magic, so he didn't have much time to deal with school affairs, most of which were handled by McGonagall.
Rather than saying that Quirrell was invited here by Dumbledore, it's better to say that he was invited here by McGonagall to teach.
McGonagall heard the students' feedback and was puzzled. How could teaching be so boring after experiencing so many rich wizards?
Quirrell swallowed hard, nervously grabbing the scarf on his head, this time he changed the scarf to black, making his face even paler.
"Okay, okay, Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall left first, looking at Mrs. Lawless not far away.
Mrs. Lawless looked at her quietly.
By the time Professor Quirrell's whole body shuddered and stopped, the fourth floor was already deserted, not even the cat was left.
Noon, happy meal time.
The four academy dishes have undergone clear changes.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw are fine, all have traditional English food, combined with all kinds of snacks and cakes, occasionally going to some kitchens to research dark medicine.
But Hufflepuff's dining table has changed dramatically. At first glance, oriental food occupies half the table.
Each little badger almost held a cup of milk tea in his hand, eating and drinking at the same time.
The combination of cow's milk and the fragrant aroma of black tea or green tea brings a new taste sensation. Moreover, the convenient way to hold the bottle by hand, the painting has a unique mid-level feature ——
A Q-style badger dressed in a yellow and black uniform, holding a knife and fork, feasting on delicious food.
The other three academy students all stretched their necks, wanting to see what the bottle was made of.
Gryffindor was the first to adopt oriental cuisine.
The Weasley twins ran into the kitchen, asking the house-elves to bring up some food from the other side of the house, and asking about the bottle.
The chaos and noise from the outside world did not affect the good mood of the group of dry rice.
Especially Lam Ha, she ate enough food for several students, and she never ate greedily. Her eating etiquette was impeccable, but her stomach was like a bottomless pit.
On the other hand, the other group of badger children were all convinced by her amount of food. If they wanted to choose a "King of Dry Rice" from the group of badger children, Lin Xia would definitely be voted for.
Gonnere jumped up a few times, jumped onto Lin Xia's lap, lazily stretched, and then crawled down.
Lam Ha lowered his head, gently patted its head, several images appeared in his mind ——
Professor McGonagall talked with Quirrell, and Quirrell secretly investigated on the fourth floor.
This image is like a bad signal on an old TV, it can turn white at any time.
The voice was also vague, like someone talking in their sleep, mumbling vaguely.
She gently scratched Gonnere's chin, Gonnere comfortably squinted his eyes.
After sacrificing Quirrell's scarf, her cultivation only increased a little, but her biggest gain was Voldemort's memory crystal.
The little white cat is different, it becomes more intelligent.
From then on, Lin Xia could vaguely sense Gonnere's thoughts.
After a few days of groping, Gonnere was able to simply convey some information or pictures to her.
It's just that it's a cat, its vision and ideas are very different from humans, this aspect still requires more training.
However, Lam Ha thought that when Gonnere became a little smarter, these problems should be easily solved.
Lin Xia fed Gonnere a piece of swordfish, his hand moving from its head to its tail, and said in a low voice: "Not bad."
"Buzzing ——"
Many owls flew in through the window, and a copy of "The Daily Prophet" was thrown onto Lam Ha's dining table.
The Daily Prophet is still pursuing the matter of "Gringotts theft". With great difficulty, the news agency will not give up and continue to follow up.
Even if Gringotts gives more money, it won't work.
Suddenly, an envelope was thrown on the table, along with a small box.
Lam Ha took the envelope and was shocked. It was a letter from Olivander?
After entering Hogwarts for half a month, every two or three days she would write a letter to the Olivander Association to report on the progress of her research on the power of wands, but she never received any reply.
Could it be...
Lam Ha could hardly contain his excitement, quickly grabbed the small box in his pocket, then looked at the message again.