The Hogwarts Idea King

Quirinas Quirrell was flustered when he heard Belvina Black’s direct question.

Why doesn't this person play by the rules?

Shouldn't we first test each other, maintaining a vague and ambiguous atmosphere, before being honest with each other, discussing important matters together, and achieving great things together?

This... the rhythm is off!

Something's definitely wrong, nothing's right. Quiro, who went first, only played a single three, while Belvina immediately threw out a royal flush. Who plays cards like that?

The reason Belvina didn't follow the rules was simple: she was tired, sleepy, cold, and hungry.

She originally intended to play around with Quirrell, tease him a bit, and test each other to figure out what Quirrell was really up to.

But right now, all Belvina wanted was to end this agonizing conversation as soon as possible and return to the warm lounge, where even though she still had trouble sleeping in the same bed, being able to lie down comfortably would be nice.

Moreover, communicating with Quirrell requires a lot of patience; Belvina gets anxious when he stumbles over his words.

Instead of torturing yourself, it's better to bypass those roundabout ways and solve the problem directly. Maybe that can even disrupt Quirrell's careful preparations and catch him off guard.

"You did it, didn't you? You put the troll in the castle to distract the professors so you could do whatever you wanted," Belvina said listlessly, her eyelids barely drooping.

Quirrell's fragile little heart was in complete turmoil once again, and his face showed a complex array of expressions: fear, panic, anger, and a hint of smugness—the same old fan-shaped pattern.

According to the new annual teaching aid, Belvina knew that he was the one who put the troll into the castle, but she did not report it to Dumbledore, which shows that Belvina and Dumbledore were not on the same side, and her tracking for several consecutive nights was meaningful!

However, things weren't as complicated as Quirrell thought. Belvina simply lacked evidence. If she had, she wouldn't mind doing Dumbledore a favor.

There's an art to ranking up effortlessly; you need to find a mentor or support player and stick to them relentlessly.

Dumbledore's thighs were clearly thick and strong, and he didn't need Belvina as an accessory.

"Professor Beau-Black, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Quirrell tried his best to look startled. "How could I possibly be connected to trolls?!"

You're pulling this stunt again. Do you think anyone would want to watch this?

Belvina silently scoffed inwardly, then said, "This is so pointless, Quirinas. Don't you even have the most basic trust between people?"

Instead of listening to Belvina talk at length about trust between people, go listen to the Black Devil preach about love and peace.

In the deserted corridor, Quirrell vehemently denied everything, refusing to admit that he had put the troll into the castle on Halloween night, even positioning himself as a victim.

"No-no, it wasn't me! How could I possibly be associated with a troll!" Quirrell stubbornly refused to admit it. "Professor Bu-Black, I was so scared by the troll that I fainted. How could it be me?"

"Isn't it good that you've passed out? It'll be easier to do things when no one's paying attention," Belvina said, yawning. "If I were Dumbledore, I'd take you to the infirmary first. I doubt he would have done that, would he?"

Now Quirrell was even more panicked; he suddenly realized that something was strange about what happened on Halloween Eve.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor collapsed in the Great Hall. The school principal ignored him, the vice-principal ignored him, and even the other three deans ignored him. Just how unpopular must he be to be ignored like this?

Quirrell was secretly pleased with the success of the operation and had no idea about these anomalies. He naturally assumed that the professors would subconsciously ignore him, the professor who had fainted, and ignore him, the good-for-nothing coward, out of responsibility to their students.

Belvina crossed her arms and quietly observed Quirrell, who stood there dumbfounded, performing Sichuan opera face-changing.

Miss Black, with her impeccable background, felt no excitement at finding the mastermind; instead, she was somewhat disappointed.

She was just making something up on the spot, and Quirrell actually believed it. With a brain like that, how could he cause trouble at Hogwarts? What was he thinking? Is he sure he wasn't brought here by Dumbledore to help the savior level up?

[Fool, don't let this woman lead you by the nose!]

Only Quirrell could hear these words. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor immediately calmed down. He realized that he had been tricked. Belvina must be using magic to influence his mind!

As expected of the noble and ancient Black family, even their inherited magic is so difficult to defend against!

【…】

"You're influencing my mind, interfering with my thinking, aren't you?" Quirrell suddenly stopped stuttering. "You're forcing your ideas on me, isn't that right?"

Good heavens, Belvina exclaimed, she could swear to the moon tonight that she really didn't cast a spell on Quirrell!

Although the Black family's history can be traced back to the Middle Ages, and their wealth is not limited to Gringotts gold, Belvina has not discovered any magic that can influence people's minds.

"Could it be that my thoughts just happened to hit the nail on the head?" Belvina said helplessly. "Your stutter is obviously faked. No wonder it sounds so awkward."

Sigh, it's really hard to communicate with someone who's not very bright. Is Quirinas Quirrell really a Ravenclaw, or has he just become stupid from reading too much?

Belvina had a million complaints in her mind. Quirrell's terrible performance reminded her of another Ravenclaw from her school days. That idiot who boasted to the heavens was now a bestselling author and had even received the Order of Merlin!

It's worth noting that Belvina doesn't even have a Merlin Knights medal!

Or, how about donating another large sum of gold to the Ministry of Magic in exchange for a First Class Order medal?

"No, no, no, I do stutter, just not that badly," Chilo said readily. "I think stuttering is a good form of self-protection, and besides, I've always stuttered."

Quirrell thought for a moment, then said, "Just like you, Miss Black, are you truly close to Muggles? Whether at the Ministry of Magic or at Hogwarts, is the persona you project truly yourself?"

That's it! Quirrell is finally showing some villainous side; he's starting to use words to manipulate me!

Belvina, far from being alarmed, was actually a little excited. Deep down, she possessed a fervent passion for struggle, a passion she herself was unaware of. To struggle against heaven, against earth, against man—the joy was boundless.

As for lying flat and spreading out, that's also a different kind of struggle.

As long as she lies down quickly and well, disaster will always be one step behind her.

"What, in your eyes, someone like me can only raise a knife against Muggles?" Belvina asked, a mocking smile appearing on her weary face. "Most people who do that end up in Azkaban, Quirinas."

Prejudice, blatant prejudice. Does having a "black background" mean you don't deserve to be whitewashed?

Belvina isn't stupid. Knowing who will ultimately win, would she still follow the Dark Lord down the same path to the very end?

She suddenly had an idea, a brilliant idea, an idea that could fool Quirrell into a limp!

“No, Quirinas, it shouldn’t be like this. I’m not an executioner, nor am I that heartless,” Belvina continued. “Keeping the pack animals around has always been necessary.”

Some women can make a man spend 180,000 on them with just three sentences, but Belvina shattered Quirrell's worldview with just one sentence. In the first round of the clash between the Hogwarts idea king and the Hogwarts genius, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

Quirinas Quirrell was stunned.

Although Quirrell thought he had seen through Belvina's disguise, he was still stunned by the "truth" when Belvina revealed her fangs.

Belvina Black, is she planning to rule Muggles?

[Idiot! Don't let her influence you, don't let her distract you!]

Belvina had no idea what was echoing in Quirrell's heart, and naturally she didn't know that she was facing not only Quirrell, but also the dreaded Dark Lord.

However, the Dark Lord had long lost his former power and could only parasitize the stupid Quirrell's body, suffering all of Quirrell's torment.

Quero didn't wake up from his daze until Belvina yawned again, or perhaps he was woken up by her scolding.

"Miss Black, what exactly is your purpose?" Quirrell suddenly became calm. "If our goals don't conflict, I think we can cooperate."

Having more friends means having more options. Quirrell desperately needs someone to help him, whether it's attracting Dumbledore's attention or helping him find the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible.

Belvina put away her playful thoughts, realizing that something serious might be coming. It was precisely at times like these that she couldn't lower herself; what is easily obtained is often not cherished.

"Cooperation? I don't think we need to cooperate," Belvina said. "I'm not the Dark Lord, I don't have the power to fight Dumbledore, so I don't intend to do anything."

As she spoke, Belvina made a move to leave. She wasn't sure if her pulling was necessary, but she knew she absolutely couldn't rush into "cooperating" with Quirrell, or she would lose the initiative.

Belvina prefers to take initiative and dislikes being passively waited for.

Ignore her, let her go, that's enough for tonight.

Quirrell, being obedient, did not stop her, neither reaching out nor speaking, and simply watched Belvina leave step by step.

As Belvina walked away, a sense of doubt crept into her mind. Quirrell's sudden change left her somewhat bewildered. Had a cook stopped looking at recipes and started studying military strategy?

Where's the promised tug-of-war? Where's the promised play hard to get? Is Quirrell really stupid, or is he just a clueless straight man who doesn't understand that most of the time, a girl's rejection has a deeper meaning?

In the clash between the Hogwarts Idea Queen and the Hogwarts Brilliant Wisdom, Belvina held a commanding lead in the first round, but in the second round she found herself at a disadvantage as Quirrell stopped following her planned route.

"Master, do you not believe her, or do you not believe Blake?" Quirrell's voice was very low.

no respond.

"Master, between her and Snape, who should we believe?" Quirrell asked again.

Kechiro still received no response.

The night wind howled outside the window, and Quirrell stood alone in the corridor, as if abandoned by the whole world.