"John! What do you think I found?"

The next morning, as soon as John walked into the hall, he heard Harry come up and say.

"Oh, you have made a new discovery." John said casually, "This is great, so, what do you want to say?"

Harry looked around warily, then approached John and whispered:

"It's Snape! When I went to the Broomstick Shack to return the broomstick yesterday evening, I met him and Quirrell meeting in the Forbidden Forest! Snape was threatening Quirrell to tell the secret about breaking through the three-headed dog!

Snape..."

John interrupted:

"Very good, very good, so Harry, please keep working hard."

"Aren't you going to help? We need you..."

"No, no, no, of course I am willing to help you, but unfortunately, I have more important things to do."

"Is there anything more important than stopping Snape?!"

"certainly!"

John finally stopped and deliberately put on a bitter face and said to Harry, "As you know, I lay in the hospital room for so long, which delayed a lot of study progress. So I need to make up for my classes, and now, I

I’m going to go to our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and ask him to give me extra lessons, do you understand?”

Harry nodded subconsciously, and looked at John with a little more sympathy.

But he soon seemed to have thought of something, and his body shook and he said:

"Oh! You are going to find Professor Quirrell! Then please encourage him more by the way, so that he will not surrender to Snape so quickly. We can only rely on him to withstand it now!"

"I will."

"Thank you! John!"

Harry said with a grateful face.

Upon hearing this, a malicious smile bloomed on John's face.

Of course he will encourage Quirrell, but Quirrell shouldn't need it in the short term.

After all, so much time has passed, and Quirrell's current state of mind should be recovering well.

So now John feels that what he has to do is to continue to dig into the ‘golden mountain’ of Quirrell!

With this in mind, John walked towards Quirrell's office.

…

At the same time, inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Quirrell seemed to have heard John's thoughts secretly, and sneezed hard.

Following his movements, the stirring rod in his hand suddenly tilted, knocking over the crucible containing the hot liquid in front of him.

"You waste! Idiot! You messed up such a simple potion again! How did you pass the Potions NEWT exam in the first place?"

Voldemort's sharp and dry voice roared in Quirrell's head.

Hearing this, Quirrell could only keep apologizing while cleaning the floor with [Clean Up] in an aggrieved manner.

He was really aggrieved.

The potion he is currently refining is a [fireproof potion] that allows the drinker to withstand the magical flames without being harmed.

This was what he found out and needed to pass through the trap door to protect the level.

The difficulty of making this thing is actually not high, but it is extremely cumbersome and time-consuming, requiring a lot of time, and processing requires a long period of concentration.

And because the usage scenarios are so rare, they are basically not sold on the market, so you can only find potions masters to customize them in batches.

But the price for mass customization is quite scary.

Of course, this price was originally affordable to Chilo. After all, he had been working for many years and had saved some savings.

But he met John.

After being blackmailed by John into giving away a bottle of Felixir and nearly a hundred Galleons, and then buying a fire dragon egg under Voldemort's instructions, his savings had bottomed out. As for the [Fireproof Potion], of course he only had

You can choose to buy materials and make it yourself.

Unfortunately, Quirrell obviously overestimated his level of potions.

Although he did obtain the NEWT certificate in Potions, Quirrell did not engage in Potions work after graduation and hardly refined high-end potions. He had almost returned all his knowledge to his original Potions professor.

What's more important is that after being parasitized by Voldemort, his magic power and energy dropped a lot, and he couldn't even concentrate for a long time.

Refining [Fireproof Potion] is too difficult for him now.

So far, he has failed to refine three large pots of potion materials, resulting in heavy losses.

"How could I have such a stupid servant like you! I clearly told you all the refining steps, even how hard to stir it.

But you just keep failing, keep failing!

Maybe I should be glad that Dumbledore didn't allow me to become a professor at Hogwarts. Otherwise, if I met a stupid student like you, I'm afraid I would really be tempted to give him a death curse!

Of course, you should also be happy, because if I didn't need you now, I would really reward you with a life-killing curse!"

Voldemort was still cursing.

Quirrell, who had finished cleaning the floor, was holding his head and apologizing while enduring Voldemort's curses and the sharp pain that appeared in his head from time to time.

After a while, Voldemort's scolding finally stopped.

Quirrell asked weakly:

"Master, how about we... go to Snape and ask for a bottle of [Fireproof Potion]? He is the master of potions, so he can definitely..."

Before Quirrell finished speaking, Voldemort continued to roar:

"Idiot! Don't you understand yet? He won't help you! He's not trustworthy either!"

"Yes, Master, I understand. I will make another pot. I promise, I will succeed this time!"

As Quirrell spoke, he stood up with difficulty and was about to process the materials again, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door of his office.

Upon hearing the sound, Voldemort fell silent for an instant.

The aggrieved expression on Quirrell's face suddenly became solemn. He waved his wand and collected all the materials, cauldrons and other objects in the office, and then carefully opened the door to a gap.

Through the gap, he saw John's handsome face with a bright smile.

"Hello, Qi..."

Before John could finish saying hello, Quirrell slammed the door shut again and pressed his whole body against the door.

"Merlin! It's John Shafiq! He's here to blackmail and torture me again!"

Quirrell murmured, his voice actually trembling a little.

"Let him in and first listen to what he plans to do."

Voldemort's voice sounded, which made Quirrell's body shake violently and said:

"But...but Snape just warned me yesterday not to harm students, especially John Shafik."

After what happened yesterday, Quirrell was really scared.

Because he was convinced that Snape really dared to kill him.

So he really didn't want to have any contact with John Shafiq at all.

"Well, that means you'd rather take orders from Severus Snape than from me?"

Voldemort lowered his voice and said.

"without me……"

Quirrell hesitated and wanted to defend himself.

And Voldemort didn't talk nonsense to him anymore, and directly caused Quirrell's brain to hurt again.

Driven by the pain, Quirrell finally did not dare to say anything more.

He leaned against the door, wearing rough clothes, wiping the sweat on his face caused by the previous severe pain.

It wasn't until his physical condition stabilized that he opened the door with a numb face.

Outside the door, John's smile was still bright.

Looking at Quirrell's sullen expression, he continued to say hello:

"Hello, Professor Quirrell."

Hearing this, Qi Luo nodded and moved out of the way with empty steps.
Chapter completed!