My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 138, Section 136: Quirrell: I'm a little short on cash lately.

Professor Quirrell is very troubled lately.

He was caught in an economic crisis.

His master, the Dark Lord, recently asked him to pay for a bottle of expensive unicorn blood. It was so expensive that even if he emptied his entire fortune, he still couldn't afford 30,000 Galleons.

But he couldn't disobey his master's orders, so he had no choice but to borrow money from the group of people in the overturned alley.

Professor Quirrell, not yet middle-aged, without a car, a house, or a girlfriend, has already incurred a huge debt.

This made him very anxious.

He could only comfort himself with the promises his master made to him each day.

So what if he owes a lot of money? Once the Dark Lord rules the British magical world, he will be the greatest contributor. At that time, which of those loan sharks will dare to come to him to talk about repaying their debts?

It will happen, it will happen...

I'll have a car, a house, and a girlfriend.

Professor Quirrell relied on the empty promises Voldemort made to him to satisfy his hunger.

But the future is the future, and the present is the present.

Lately, he's been having the same dream all the time: he dreams that he's hiding from the debt collectors, Avada Kedavra, while the Dark Lord has vanished. Then, just as a killing curse is about to strike him, he suddenly wakes up.

In the pitch-black, cold night, Quirrell could only pant heavily, touch the back of his head with the words of the Dark Lord, and eat a couple of mental pills before he could fall asleep peacefully.

But as the days went by, Quirrell was about to reach his limit.

He now goes to the classroom every day pale and with huge dark circles under his eyes, listlessly reading his textbook. Several times, he has barely read a few sentences before he feels dizzy and almost faints.

As the agreed-upon date for the deal drew closer, Quirrell felt a pang of pain every time he thought about how the large sum of money he had borrowed was about to be spent.

That evening, Quirrell was staring blankly into his office when Snape suddenly found him.

Snape looked at him with ill intent, staring into Quirrell's vacant eyes, and said in a harsh voice.

"Tonight, the Hogwarts professors are planning an operation. A group of escaped convicts has appeared in Hogsmeade, and they have a high bounty at the Ministry of Magic. The professors have discussed it and decided to capture them all and then split the bounty. Do you want to join?"

Quirrell's previously numb and empty eyes suddenly lit up!

With trembling, claw-like hands, he grabbed Snape's arm and asked in a hoarse voice.

"How much is the bounty?"

Snape frowned and swatted his hand away with a look of disgust.

"Four people, a total bounty of 15,000. Now there are about four renowned professors joining tonight's operation. If all goes well, each person will probably receive more than 2,000 Galleons."

"I'll go!" Quirrell replied excitedly.

Two thousand Galleons is a lot, and with so many professors involved, this operation is bound to be a success. This money is like picking it up for free.

Snape looked at him coldly: "Are you short of money?"

Quirrell awkwardly clutched the corner of his robe: "I'm a little short on cash lately."

"You'd better not try anything funny," he warned. "Meet at the school gate at 1 a.m.

After Snape left, Quirrell was unable to calm his excitement and paced back and forth in his office.

Pie may be a pie, but it's only when you have the money in your hand that you feel at ease. To put it bluntly, if Lord Dark Lord's plan fails, he should at least have a way out for himself.

If he really spent all his money on that bottle of unicorn blood, and his master's plan failed and he abandoned him, what other outcome would he have but to starve to death?

All of this bounty should be hidden away; I need to have a backup plan.

In other words, Quirrell only dared to think this way because Voldemort's condition was getting worse and worse, and he was often in a state of deep sleep. Otherwise, he would never have dared to have such a rebellious idea as leaving himself a way out.

Quirrell didn't rest until half an hour before he left for the gates of Hogwarts.

Two professors have already arrived here.

They are Vice Principal Professor McGonagall and Ravenclaw Dean Professor Flitwick.

Steady!

Upon seeing these two, Quirrell suddenly felt that tonight's operation was as simple as children playing house.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick," he stammered as he greeted the two deans, "Are you also involved in tonight's operation?"

Professor McGonagall frowned at Quirrell. She didn't have a good impression of him because many young wizards had told her that Quirrell's teaching was very ineffective.

She nodded slightly and said.

"Albus sent me and Felius here to prevent any accidents. We will not participate in the final distribution of the bounty."

Quirrell was overjoyed.

What a perfect tool!

They didn't have to wait long at the school gate before all the professors who were participating in the operation arrived.

Astronomy Professor Aurora Sinister, Ancient Runes Professor Bathilda Babling, Muggle Studies Professor Keredy Bubbagi, along with the three Deans—Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout—who were there to keep things under wraps and not to share the money, and Quirrell himself.

With a lineup like that, what kind of dark wizard could escape!

Quirrell quietly tightened his grip on his wand.

Although he's made some money recently, he's still a Ravenclaw graduate, so he needs to perform exceptionally well tonight so he can have more confidence to ask for a bigger share of the winnings.

The seven professors left Hogwarts and came to a small alley near the Hog's Head pub.

There was also a long-bearded old man with a strong muttony smell waiting for them there.

Quirrell knew him; he was the owner and waiter at the Pig's Head bar.

"There are only four people left in the bar now. They've already fallen asleep, so I didn't dare add anything to their drinks. Remember to keep a low profile." The old man added, "Don't forget, Dumbledore promised to give me two thousand Galleons."

Even the owner of Pig Head Bar has joined in!

Quirrell was no longer excited; in fact, he was rather unhappy.

Adding another person means distributing more money, which means I'll get less.

He grumbled to himself.

Professor McGonagall was in charge of the operation. Once inside the Pighead Bar, she began quietly assigning targets to the four people who were dividing the money.

"Quirlo, go to the first room on the left, the second room on the left of Sinister, the sixth room on the right of Babling, and the third room on the right of Bubbaji. Philius, Pomona, and I will stay downstairs. Remember, when you meet them, use the Stunning Charm three times, and then bring them down."

It was a very simple plan, as simple as he reading a book in class.

Quirrell's palms were slightly sweaty as he held the wand.

He and three other professors quietly made their way to the second floor of the Pig's Head Bar.

After the four of them arrived at the door of their respective target's room, they looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and kicked the door open together!

(End of this chapter)