Bring a fairy tale to Hogwarts!

Chapter 76 [The Tower]

"I'm not quite sure what you mean, but I understand what you mean."

After a few seconds of silent eye contact with Quirrell, Victor spoke calmly. His expression remained unchanged, and his tone was flat, but it caused Quirrell's expression to stiffen almost imperceptibly.

Victor is exactly what it sounds like.

He didn't understand what Quirrell meant by "testing." He believed that he had never tested anyone since arriving at Hogwarts.

There's no need for that.

However, from Quirrell's words, he could still deduce that Quirrell's "teacher" probably referred to the bloated soul from before.

By this point, Victor was somewhat surprised to realize that Quirrell actually wanted to protect the suspicious parasite. Meanwhile, the parasite seemed to be plotting its own schemes at the school.

That's really interesting.

You know, Harry also has a soul like that within him.

After thinking for a moment, Victor fixed his dark eyes on Quirrell's face again and asked:

"So, is there anything else you want?"

"—What?"

Quirrell couldn't immediately connect this statement with their previous conversation.

"I'm telling you, what you want, or what your wish is," Victor said patiently. "I suppose you and your 'teacher' have some other purpose you want to achieve? I'd be happy to help you again. Of course, that'll have to wait until you settle the payment for this transaction."

desire··--

In that instant, Quirrell's mind flashed back to that day when Victor had knocked him unconscious with his raven-like, bizarre techniques.

Before he fainted, he seemed to hear:

"I have fulfilled your wish."

Quirrell suddenly turned deathly pale, and said in a rapid, trembling voice:

"No—no, no, no need, Professor V.Victor. I think I can handle the rest myself, so there's no need for that kind of deal with you."

"And this deal isn't actually finished yet."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because of the formula, Professor V. Victor. Although I have tried my best to recreate it, some of the ingredients in the formula are not working properly. We need to find some other materials that can make up for the deficiencies. For example—unicorn blood or something."

Quirrell's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Victor frowned.

"So you want to contact me—how do you say that word again—for after-sales service?"

"I guess so."

After hearing Quirrell's answer, Victor pondered for a moment.

This word was a new word he learned after arriving in this world—because such a thing could never happen in their fairy tale world. Buyers being cheated is their own bad luck; similarly, merchants receiving a gold coin that would continuously return to its owner is also considered unlucky.

However, this doesn't apply to Quirrell, because he clearly still has the potential to continue the deal.

So Victor didn't mind helping out.

As for Quirrell saying the formula didn't work as expected?

This is very likely.

"Alright," Victor said. "How do you plan to find these materials?"

"No-no problem," Quirrell smiled palely, "They're all in the Forbidden Forest. It's just that I'm busy preparing lessons lately and might not have time to look for them myself, so could you please go find them for me?"

"Look—look at how we're partners now."

"sure."

Victor agreed without much hesitation.

"That's wonderful, Professor Victor. I was worried you wouldn't agree." Quirrell smiled again, his eye twitching nervously. "Looks like I've been having some good luck lately. It seems like whatever I do will succeed."

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't check the time, it's almost time for my class. Excuse me—"

Quirrell glanced at his watch as he finished speaking, then turned to leave—after all, he had achieved his goal.

But his second reason for doing this was the appearance of several students at the end of the corridor who came to have breakfast. As they passed through this corridor, they exhibited four strikingly similar steps: first, they walked past, casting unfamiliar but curious glances at Quirrell's back, and then, a few seconds later, they suddenly realized who it was and stared at Quirrell with expressions of utter disbelief.

Quirrell? You're out of your headscarf?

The students immediately stood there and wouldn't move.

Outside the corridor window, the sunlight grew increasingly dazzling, and the number of students gathering would only increase, so Quirrell naturally had no choice but to leave.

But just before he left, Victor suddenly pulled a thin card from his cloak pocket and handed it to him.

"What is this??" Quirrell looked over in confusion.

Victor casually replied, "It's a prediction of your luck. Don't you think you'll succeed at whatever you do? So I made a prediction about the outcome of what you want to do."

"It's free."

-Can't you tell he's just being polite?

In that instant, Quirrell's stiff face seemed to scream that very sentence.

But Victor clearly couldn't read the room. After saying those words to Quirrell, he simply shoved the card into Quirrell's hand.

That was a tarot card.

He realized this when Quirrell turned the cards over.

The front of the tarot card depicts a white tower shrouded in dark clouds, rendered with the brushstrokes of a classical oil painting. The tower appears classically elegant, with even the intricate carvings on each column clearly depicted, giving it a dreamlike and sacred quality.

But ominously, this majestic tower was struck from the middle by a bolt of lightning that fell from the clouds.

The tarot cards even meticulously depicted the missing bricks of the tower section that was struck.

"Oh, it's the [Tower]."

After seeing the cards with Quirrell, Victor said calmly.

His voice remained unchanged, now revealing a calmness that infuriated Quirrell.

"What does the tower represent?" Quirrell asked cautiously.

"In Tarot, the Tower card usually symbolizes unforeseen changes, chaos, or sudden failure. Depending on your personal experience, this card might mean that something you thought was a sure thing will change for the worse, forcing you to face many setbacks."

"However, this card does not emphasize failure itself, but often the reasons that lead to failure."

"The dark clouds atop the tower may also represent the shadowy undercurrents surging beneath the calm surface."

Victor calmly finished his interpretation, then reached out and took the card back from Quirrell's hand, looking at him and saying:

"So you'd better watch out, Professor Quirrell."