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Chapter 140, Section 137: People's Joys and Sorrows Are Not the Same (Please Subscribe!)

Quirrell kicked open the guest room door.

As soon as he entered the room, he raised his wand and pointed it at the person lying on the bed without saying a word.

The hunchbacked old man was startled awake the moment Quirrell kicked the door open. He was always on guard in this kind of place and slept very lightly.

However, Quirrell was either provoked by the bounty or his temper, which had been suppressed for so many days, finally exploded.

He used the spell very quickly; almost the instant he opened the door, a dazzling red light appeared from the tip of his wand, and the next moment, the silent stun spell struck the hunchbacked old man who had just been startled awake from his bed.

Despite taking a stun spell, the old man didn't faint immediately. He forced his eyes open and looked at Quirrell, just about to extend his finger, when another stun spell landed on him!

After being hit by two stun spells, the hunchbacked old man could no longer hold on and collapsed completely onto the bed.

Quirrell remembered Professor McGonagall's words and did not rush forward. Instead, he cast another Stunning Curse. With three Stunning Curses, no one could withstand it unless they were creatures with high magic resistance such as giants, trolls, dragons, or unicorns.

Once he was certain that the hunchbacked old man was completely unable to resist, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, walked forward with a relaxed smile, and turned the hunchbacked old man over.

The moonlight from the window shone on the hunchbacked old man's face, and Quirrell suddenly jumped back a big step in fright!

This person!

Why does it look so familiar!

Quirrell pressed his back and limbs against the wall, his eyes wide like two pigeon eggs, staring intently at the hunchbacked old man's face.

That's right, he couldn't be mistaken, it was him, the wizard he had arranged to make the deal the day after tomorrow!

But what's wrong with him now?

Why did you fall onto the bed?

Did you do this yourself?

Quirrell was horribly pale, so terrified he was in a daze!

He never imagined that the wanted criminal he came to capture just to make some extra money would actually be the Black King's designated trading partner!

Quirrell is terrified!

He dared not even imagine the consequences if the Dark Lord found out about this. He had to undo everything. Now the hunchbacked old man was unconscious, and perhaps the vial of blood was on him.

Yes, it's on him. As long as he takes it now, no one will notice, the Dark Lord won't blame him, and he won't have to spend the huge loan he took out. A bright future seems to be beckoning him!

With a dazed look in his eyes, Quirrell walked step by step toward the hunchbacked old man lying on the bed, looking like a pervert about to assault a young girl.

However, just as he reached the bedside, someone suddenly spoke from the doorway.

"What do you want to do, Quirrell?"

Quirrell froze instantly, his neck turning as if rusted as he turned to look at the door.

It was Aurora Sinister, the astronomy professor. She was a slender woman with dark skin, and she was looking at Quirrell with a look of disdain as she asked the question.

"I...I wasn't planning on doing anything."

Quirrell was weighing the options in his mind, considering how likely it was that if he released Aurora Sinesta now, he could later explain to Professor McGonagall and the others that she had been accidentally injured in battle, and gain their trust.

But before he could make up his mind, the three deans, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout, appeared at the door.

Quirrell knew he was completely finished.

"Hurry up, Quirrell. We've already notified the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic, and they'll be here soon."

Quirrell could only drag the hunchbacked old man out, frantically groping his body with both hands as he did so, hoping to find what he wanted.

Unfortunately, not only did he fail to touch anything, but his little tricks were also seen by Aurora Sinesta. The astronomy professor looked at him with increasing disdain and kept her distance, as if afraid he would get himself dirty.

None of the four people, including the hunchbacked old man, escaped; they were all captured by the Hogwarts professors.

At this moment, the four dark wizards, who had been under a stun spell, were placed side by side on the floor of the Hog's Head Bar.

Professor McGonagall used the Revealing Charm on them one by one.

The four people lying on the ground revealed their true forms. Leaving aside the other three, just looking at the professor who had transformed from a hunchbacked old man into a goblin, one could tell that they had not arrested the wrong person.

The three professors, apart from Quirrell, all showed expressions of delight.

Only Quirrell, his face ashen, leaned against the corner of the wall, looking utterly dejected, as if he were to be buried the next day.

The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic arrived quickly. It was Kingsley. He chatted amiably with Professor McGonagall for a few moments and assured them that after communicating with the French Ministry of Magic, the bounty would be delivered to them soon.

The Aurors swiftly took the four dark wizards away. Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a good mood; she wasn't interested in the money, but she was glad that no professors were injured after the operation.

"The total bounty is 15,000 Gallons. After deducting 5,000 for the informant and 2,000 for the owner of the Pig Head Bar, the remaining 8,000 will be split equally among the four of you, which is exactly 2,000 Gallons each."

On the way back to Hogwarts, the professors were laughing and chatting, while Quirrell hung sadly behind them, all alone.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared; I only find their noise bothersome.

Quirrell didn't know the meaning of that phrase, but that was exactly how he felt at that moment.

He looked up at the night sky, and a crow flew overhead, flapping its wings. He felt that the day had been absolutely terrible.

It was another dark and cold night.

After returning to his quarters in the castle, Quirrell lay silently on his bed, turning to his side and staring blankly at the wall.

He didn't know how much time had passed when his body suddenly trembled, and an angry voice that didn't belong to him rang out behind his head.

"Quirk! How dare you betray me!"

Quirrell was trembling uncontrollably, and he pleaded tearfully.

"No, Master! I am your most loyal servant, I... how could I betray you... I don't know... I didn't know the person they wanted to capture was the one they were trading with... I really didn't know... Please forgive me, Master... please... Ah!!!"

Quirrell suddenly clutched his head, opened his mouth wide, and let out a silent wail.

He looked like he was in extreme pain, but no matter how much he twisted, trembled, or tormented himself, he couldn't make a sound!

No one knows how much time passed, perhaps only a minute, but for Quirrell it felt like an entire year.

That inhuman torture is finally over.

Quirrell curled up in a ball, looking as pitiful as a boiled shrimp.

"If we can't buy unicorn blood, we'll use the blood from the Forbidden Forest! Don't disappoint me this time, Quirrell! Otherwise, next time the punishment won't be so simple!"

"I...I know...Master...I will succeed..."

(End of this chapter)