Quirrell's Nightmare

Chapter 63 Quirrell's Nightmare

"Hey, is the ceiling nice?" Hermione asked listlessly after not getting a reply for a while.

"Ahem, don't be angry. I was just thinking about something very serious."

Robin finished the green apple juice in one gulp, and only then did his anger subside.

Hermione leaned forward abruptly and asked excitedly, "Do you remember who Nicolas Flamel is?"

Looking into those misty eyes, Luo Bin felt he might need to take a cold shower.

Snapped!

Another sausage was precisely stuffed into Little Chili's mouth, and then all the sausages on Luo Bin's plate were given to the person opposite him.

"What I was just thinking has nothing to do with Nicolas Flamel, but I agree to your proposal. From now on, your apple juice is mine, and my sausages are yours. The exchange period is..."

"Permanently!" Hermione blurted out.

"OK!"

Luo Bin: (￣▽￣), I hope that when Little Chili can't eat anymore in the future, she won't regret today's decision.

After coaxing the perfect young girl, Luo Bin felt that the food on his plate tasted much better.

When he was in a good mood, he had energy for everything. For the next week, he secretly observed the effects of Murphy Elijah's drug.

Quirrell's mental state gradually evolved from initial panic and tension to terror and paranoia.

He ate with his face pressed against the plate, dared not look at people in class, and walked close to the wall. If he encountered the silent Mrs. Lorris, he would definitely let out a scream ten times more scathing than Mockingjay.

At this rate, he's not far from being "mentally damaged and hallucinating during the day." However, Robin doesn't mind manually increasing the mental damage progress bar.

Thursday, the week before Christmas, the day before the holiday!

After finishing their flight lesson, the four of them walked toward the Gryffindor Tower, discussing which types of books would involve Nicolas Flamel.

When she reached the third floor, the stairs suddenly twisted, and there was no way forward. Just then, Ms. Grey floated down from the fourth floor to the third floor. Hermione suddenly had an idea: to follow the example of thousands of upperclassmen and ask Helena who Nicolas Flamel was.

She lifted the hem of her witch's robe and hurriedly chased after Madam Grey. Robin, Harry, and Ron followed, but Pepper Potts, who was as fast as the wind, ran too fast, and the three of them lost sight of her as they ran.

"Cool! She runs much faster on the ground than she flies in the sky," Ron exclaimed breathlessly.

"What should we do now?" Harry asked.

"Search separately!" Robin replied.

Then, the three parted ways at a fork in the road, and Luo Bin walked and walked until he reached a dead end!

He intended to turn back down another corridor to look for Hermione, but suddenly a muffled, sobbing sound came from the room next door.

He pricked up his ears and vaguely heard the words "master," "soul," and "don't eat me." His eyes lit up, and he tiptoed into the next room, pressing his ear against the wall to eavesdrop on what was happening there.

"Master, I...I will always be loyal to you! Please don't devour me, I...don't want to be forgotten."

"I have body odor (smells like garlic), and I'm weak. I can't even beat low-level magical creatures. Everyone in the school knows that."

"Master, I'll find you a young, handsome body to serve you. Please, don't devour my soul!"

Her voice was high-pitched and trembling, and it also carried a strong sense of nervousness.

Master devours souls?

Could it be that the village bully thinks Quirrell is stupid and plans to... no, wait, braised egg, even a noseless braised egg still has taste, and would never be interested in Quirrell.

The next second, a hoarse, low, angry voice confirmed his guess.

"Fool, you can't even tell the difference between dreams and reality. You're incredibly stupid. If you don't get what you want soon, I'll make your dream a reality."

"Master, I'm in so much pain!"

You could tell that Quirrell was devastated.

"Complete the instructions, and I will help you get rid of this. At that time, you will no longer fear anyone except me. Do as I say."

"All right, Master!"

Squeak!

(The wooden door is pushed open)

Tap tap! Tap tap!

(The footsteps faded into the distance until they could no longer be heard.)

Luo Bin leaned against the wall, summarizing the information he had heard.

In Quirrell's nightmare, the braised egg no longer wanted him as its servant, but instead devoured his soul and took over his body. His dream of becoming a fearsome great wizard was shattered beyond repair.

Serves you right. Who told you to make a deal with the devil?

After figuring out Quirrell's inner fears, Robin smiled slightly, thinking to himself that it was time to manually increase Quirrell's mental damage progress bar.

He opened the door and walked out of the room, along the corridor, and turned at the Ψ-shaped intersection.

He heard Hermione and Quirrell talking to his right front. After thinking for a few seconds, he decisively chose the left front corridor and walked to the door of Quirrell's office.

"The Arahomon Opens!"

pat!

The door lock, which was under a spell, automatically opened. Robin put on leather gloves, pushed the door open, and went inside.

Quirrell's office layout was very rigid. In addition to a standard set of teacher's desk and chair and a stone platform, there were ten bookshelves, each 1 meter wide and 2 meters high, against the stone walls around it. The bookshelves were filled with books such as travelogues, history, biographies, black magic, spells, regional chronicles, and so on.

Having studied for so many years, yet abandoning everything because of a few words from a braised egg, shows he's a complete idiot who can't see the bigger picture.

Luo Bin took out the transparent liquid he bought at the condiment joke shop, and following the psychological suggestion knowledge he had learned in his previous life as a receptionist at a psychological clinic, he left words on the walls, tables, bookshelves, and doors, and then quietly left.

That night, Quirrell walked into his office in a daze. He lit a candle, made a strong cup of tea, and decided not to sleep that night because the dream was too terrifying and too realistic.

He hunched over his desk, clutching his temples, forcing himself to read a book called "Nightmare and Dreams." Outside his sight, the black smoke from the top of the candle flame slowly spread throughout the room.

Some pale red characters with water droplet patterns below them gradually emerged under the influence of the black smoke.

Quirrell picked up his teacup for the eleventh time, tilting his nose up high, but only managed to drink a little bit of tea. As he got up to make another cup, he was shocked to see a line of large, blood-red characters inexplicably appear on the table.

[Warning: Those who associate with monsters will eventually be devoured by them!]

The words echoed the dream, and Quirrell was so frightened that he threw down his cup, turned around and ran to the bookshelf to squat down. As his body trembled, a red shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

He dared not turn his head to look, and got up to try to escape to the bookshelf opposite. However, after he got up, he had to accept the baptism of bloody red writing all over the bookshelf.

【warn! 】

【monster!】

[Devour!]

His legs went weak with fear, and he staggered to the stone wall, trying to grab the wand on the stone platform to protect himself. But the next second, a huge, crimson pattern appeared on the stone wall in front of him.

It was an extremely ferocious and terrifying face. The eyes on that face were blood-red and shimmered with an eerie red light. The face had no bridge of the nose, and its nostrils were as thin and long as snakes. The mouth on that face was pursed into a thin line.

A terrifying human face, overlapping with the owner in the dream.

Quirrell was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. He braced himself with his hands and crawled with difficulty to the door, only to find that he couldn't turn the lock no matter how hard he tried.

(End of this chapter)