A Different Kind of Luck

Chapter 44 A Different Kind of Luck

About 15 minutes later, Luo Bin felt his strength recover a little. He struggled to get up from the ground, checked the Willow Tree and its surroundings again and again, and found that they were exactly the same as when he came. Then he put on a black robe and hid in the night.

The next day, he was woken up by his two roommates working together!

"Hmm, I don't have class during the first period this morning, let me sleep a little longer!"

Luo Bin pressed the back of his hand against his brow to block the glaring sunlight. Perhaps because he hadn't slept enough, his voice was a little lazy and hoarse!

"Oh my god! Robin, be honest, did you sneak out of the dorm to do something naughty while Harry and I were asleep last night?" Ron complained as he pulled back his roommate's blanket.

"Oh, you're joking!"

The joke from "The Truth King" instantly dispelled Luo Bin's drowsiness. He got out of bed and opened the curtains wide, using the excuse of enjoying a sunbath to secretly peek at Da Ren Liu.

He saw a short, stout figure carrying a bucket, bustling around the base of the willow tree. He guessed it must be Professor Sprout, fertilizing the willow.

Tsk, it seems the crime scene was handled quite well last night!

"Harry, what time is it?"

After asking the question, he poured himself a glass of water, stood on tiptoe, and contentedly moistened his throat.

"It's 9:58. There are still 17 minutes before class starts. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the third floor, which is a bit far. Robin, if you don't get ready soon, we'll be late."

Luo Bin: (⊙o⊙), I only dared to sleep so soundly because I didn't have class in the first period this morning. As a result, when I woke up, I was going to be late? It was Quirinas Quiro's class, the epic garlic lover.

On his list of classes that absolutely cannot be late or skipped, Defense Against the Dark Arts class ranks third.

After the last riot on the scooter, Robin became more cautious. After a week of careful observation, he discovered that Quirrell was watching him just like the old bat was watching Harry.

However, perhaps to maintain his cowardly and timid persona, or for some other reason, Robin was only kept under Quirrell's watchful eye in the Dark Arts class and the first-floor restaurant.

Quirrell would often use the excuse of teaching Robin a more ingenious defensive technique to keep him in the room, and then subtly inquire about the whereabouts of Ravenclaw's crown.

Seeing that Luo Bin stubbornly refused to admit it and logically refuted his claims, he nervously uttered some ambiguous statements, his body trembling.

For example, the "You Have to Give to Receive" version of the Crown Curse grants the wearer wisdom, but at the same time, it devours the wearer's life force. After three to five years, the wearer will face a near-death situation. At this time, the crown will drain the remaining life force and go to find the next target.

To this, Luo Bin replied: "The crown isn't with me. It's pointless for you to tell me these things!"

Quirrell was so angry his lips trembled, but with Dumbledore in the castle and his master's grand plan not yet complete, he dared not lay a hand on his student inside the castle.

"Robin, it's 10 o'clock sharp, you need to..."

Ron noticed his friend holding a water glass as if he had crashed, and went over to urge him on.

"Two minutes, give me two minutes!"

Luo Bin put down his water glass, quickly washed up, and then, while stuffing bread into his mouth, ran up to the third floor with his textbook in hand.

Finally, before the school bell rang, I ran into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

When Quirrell entered the classroom, the three were still panting. After the lesson, Quirrell stepped down from the podium. "Lesterrange, do you still have any questions about the connection between curses and breaking curses that you'd like me to answer?"

Luo Bin: →_→ Here we go again, using the excuse of asking someone to stay after school. Can't you come up with something new?

"No, thank you!"

Robin got up to leave with his textbooks, but Quirrell blocked the aisle. The pungent, rotten smell of garlic gave everyone a headache.

"Professor, Halloween is the day after tomorrow, and there will be a banquet in the Great Hall tomorrow. We made an appointment with Professor Flitwick to help him decorate. What do you think?"

Hermione walked over to Robin from behind and tried to smooth things over for him.

"Alright then, Lestrange, if you have any questions about curses and their counters, feel free to come to my office anytime!"

"I will, Professor!"

You big dummy!

After Robin finished speaking, he and Hermione walked towards the door together.

For the past two months, Hermione, who has a very bad temper, has barely spoken to Ron and Harry, except when talking to Robin.

Ron and Harry were overjoyed, because no one was going to be so arrogant and give them orders anymore.

"Robin, why did it take so long?" Harry asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Need you even ask? It's definitely Professor Quirrell trying to keep Robin after school so he can teach him other magic. Robin, you're so lucky!"

"Ron, this kind of luck is yours, do you want it?"

Professor's Special Care vs. the Impact of Garlic Odor

The scene was so beautiful, it was terrifyingly beautiful!

"No, Robin, only you can bear this immense fortune!"

"Ha, coward!"

Hermione casually left those words as she passed by Ron.

"Did I offend her?" Ron shrugged, speechless.

"You should be glad she didn't launch into a long tirade against you!"

"Let's go downstairs to eat. That half-eaten bread this morning wasn't filling at all!"

Luo Bin put his arm around his roommate's shoulder and pushed them toward the stairwell.

Inside the classroom, Quirrell, who had been eavesdropping through the door, stood up straight, picking at his fingers, and muttered nervously, "Master, what exactly is the use of the crown?"

Shh! Shh!

From within Quirrell's heavy purple headscarf came rustling sounds, followed by a sinister whisper.

"Strange, truly strange. I can sense that it was destroyed, yet I can still smell its presence. Finding it and figuring out what happened to it will be very useful for my grand plan."

"Master, but that child is very wary and intelligent, I..."

"If you can't even handle a first-year student, what right do you have to be my servant?"

"Master, please...please don't abandon me! I...I'll think of something!"

"Remember this: Harry Potter can only die by my hand!"

The headscarf rustled a few times and then fell silent.

Quirrell, his face grim, gritted his teeth and repeated the words "Robin Lestrange".

A few minutes later, Quirrell's facial muscles twitched a few times, his expression instantly changing from gloomy to timid and nervous. After laughing nervously a few times, he got up, opened the classroom door, and walked downstairs.

Robin was unaware of Quirrell's conversation with the village bully. At that moment, he was happily enjoying his barbecue feast, occasionally eavesdropping on the Weasley brothers' plans to scare Filch.

"Fred and Mrs. George have gone mad! They're planning to do something to Lorraine at the Halloween dinner?" Harry exclaimed in shock.

"Calm down. They've been mischievous for a while now. Besides, they didn't intend to kill Loris, it's just..."

"I just want to shave it into a hairless cat!" Robin said speechlessly.

A few days ago, the Weasley brothers were conducting a slug fireworks experiment in an empty classroom. Filch spent a whole day cleaning the slime off the walls.

Then, he went to Dean McGonagall to complain, which resulted in the two brothers receiving a 10-point deduction from their college grade and a 2000-word reflection report as punishment.

(End of this chapter)