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Professor Quirinus Quirrell blinked, looking at the replaced dishes in front of him with confusion.
If he remembered correctly, just a few seconds ago, it should have been the tantalizing aroma of ham, flowing with the colors of cheese and spices, like a work of art - not, shriveled boiled potatoes.
Professor Quirrell turned his head, looking at the old wizard beside him who had already begun to enjoy his dishes with peace of mind. A hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but quickly returned to his previous nervous appearance, stammering.
"M-Mr. Otto, w-what is this..."
"Young man, it's good to eat some light food occasionally to improve your physique."
Grindelwald grinned, and in Quirrell's incredulous gaze, moved the young professor's fruit salad in front of him as well. Before the anger in Professor Quirrell's eyes could rise, the old dark lord said softly, as if to himself.
"I have lived for a long time, and coming to Hogwarts this time is just for a casual stroll, so I won't care what secrets are hidden inside that big scarf wrapped around your head - provided that you two don't actively provoke me, understand?"
The secret in the scarf?!
Most importantly, you two?!
Quirinus Quirrell's pupils shrank suddenly, and the expression on his face changed rapidly. His fingers groped at the edge of his pocket, seemingly about to subconsciously pull out his wand, or perhaps intending to stand up and run away.
A few months ago, he encountered Voldemort while traveling in Albania. At that time, Voldemort was undoubtedly dwelling in some small rodents. This did surprise Quirrell, but after some unknown conversations, Quirrell was persuaded to become Voldemort's servant.
Obviously, bewitching people has always been a specialty of dark lords, and Voldemort was no exception.
Subsequently, Voldemort took up residence in Quirrell's body, or rather, attached himself to the back of his head, secretly infiltrating Hogwarts Castle, intending to steal the Philosopher's Stone belonging to Nicolas Flamel.
Naturally, Voldemort and Quirrell paid considerable attention to this "Otto Apokalypse" who suddenly appeared at Hogwarts, collecting information among the professors through various channels.
According to the speculation of the "great being" behind Quirrell's head, this old man was likely to be the "Von Hohenheim Paracelsus" who had disappeared for nearly half a century - another legendary owner of the Philosopher's Stone, and the founder of the healing magic system, one of the greatest alchemists.
Without a doubt, in Voldemort and Quirrell's eyes, this should be one of the methods Dumbledore used to guard the Philosopher's Stone.
However, Quirinus Quirrell never expected that less than three weeks after the start of school, the existence of him and his master seemed to have been discovered by this old wizard, and it was actually in such a public occasion?!
It should be known that not only Dumbledore and the other professors of Hogwarts, but also nearly half of the backbone magical power of the British Ministry of Magic were sitting across from the staff table at this moment.
If he were to be exposed and attacked in such a situation, even if Voldemort were resurrected, he would not be confident that he could escape unscathed.
"See, wasn't I right? Young people, you just can't hold your breath."
Grindelwald casually picked up a potato and stuffed it into Quirrell's hand, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the wizard's fingers from reaching for his wand.
"Relax, in a long life, what I fear most is trouble. Your little secrets are less attractive to me than this delicious food. But that doesn't mean that this old bone of mine can't wave a wand anymore, you should understand what I mean, right?"
"Your meaning is..."
Quirinus Quirrell stared fixedly at the wrinkles on the old man's face, without the slightest smile.
Ever since he guessed this person's identity, he and Voldemort had been very nervous. After all, over the long years, no one knows what strange magical knowledge and skills such a long-lived person might have mastered.
Although according to some previous information, alchemists are usually not good at fighting, this does not mean that the magical strength of these old wizards will decline much, especially when the other party is also a healer.
"Please order me one of these, um, mango pomelo sago."
Grindelwald leaned over to take a look at the menu on Quirrell's table, just like a harmless ordinary old man, shrugged helplessly, and grinned, "There's no way, I can't order it from my menu."
"Just that?"
Quirinus Quirrell narrowed his eyes, his breathing a little heavy.
He didn't believe that this old wizard deliberately stirred up trouble at this time just to order a small drink.
"What else? I'm not interested in your petty affairs, besides, Flamel and I don't have a good relationship."
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, as if recalling something unpleasant, paused slightly, looked at Professor Quirrell who hadn't moved, and sighed slightly.
These young people nowadays must be threatened to feel at ease?
"Alright, alright, there's one more thing." Grindelwald glanced at Aileen who was chatting with her wings, poked his mouth helplessly, and his tone sank slightly, "That child, Aileen Kaslana. I don't care what you want to do, but if you dare to touch a hair on her head, I will definitely kill you with my own hands - in exchange, I won't stand on Albus's side, of course, don't expect me to help you either."
"I understand, rest assured."
Quirinus Quirrell turned his head and glanced at the silver-haired little witch sitting at the Hufflepuff table.
Although he and Voldemort were indeed a little curious about this outstanding little wizard, it did not reach the point of special attention - geniuses are rare, but not that important to Voldemort.
Tom Riddle knew very well that old wizards value the spirit of contracts very much, even if it is just a casual agreement, as long as he keeps his promise, there will probably be no reneging.
A look of relief appeared on Quirrell's face, and he was about to smile and chat a few more words.
"Mr. Otto, I..."
"Alright, enough nonsense. Mango pomelo sago, I'm dying of thirst."
Grindelwald tapped the wall of the cup with a spoon, humming with dissatisfaction.
"Oh, okay."
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On the other side, the little wizards surrounding Luna had also dispersed.
Aileen and her little wings finally had the opportunity to sit down, eating delicious food in peace, while starting the magical world version of the "netizen offline meeting" activity, or the "shameful garden" inquisition session.
Of course, the main objects of the inquisition, besides Luna, were also the white-haired dumplings who had not been telling the truth all along.
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Goo ya~ Chapter 2!!
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