Quirrell's Overture

After Brook's reminder, the "YYDS" trio finally took another step toward the ultimate answer.

Because of this, Harry and Ron became even more convinced that Snape was the one trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

After all, who wouldn't want something that incredible?

Even Brook had been tempted by greed.

Though he already possessed a long lifespan, he had to consider his future other half!

If given the chance, he would not mind giving it a try.

After all, with Fetal Transformation, he had the means to get involved.

With the end of Defense Against the Dark Arts, the final lesson before the christmas holiday also came to a close.

Tomorrow, Brook and Hermione would be able to return to the Muggle world.

More than two weeks of holiday would allow Hermione to spend some proper time with her family.

As for Brook, he planned to visit the Bersted family's old manor.

According to the intelligence and analysis provided by Mr. Weasley,

only two members of the Bones family remained in the Magical World.

One was Brook's grandfather, Hassen Bones.

The other was Millison Bones, who had started school in the same year as him and attended Slytherin.

If Brook chose to return to the family and was willing to change his surname back to Bones,

then all of the Bones family's assets would most likely be placed under his name.

After all, Millison would marry someday.

At that point, the Bones family's estate would most likely be swallowed up by another Pure-blood family.

That was clearly an outcome Mr. Hassen did not wish to see.

If the assets were substantial enough, Brook could reluctantly return to acknowledge his ancestors.

"Mr... Mr. Lott, please... wait."

As soon as Defense Against the Dark Arts ended, Professor Quirrell stopped Brook.

Hermione: っﾟДﾟ)っ Terrified

Previously, because the garlic smell in the classroom had been too overpowering, Brook had chosen to skip class.

This was Brook's first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson since perfectly casting the Bubblehead Charm.

His skipping class had probably been discovered.

Who knew how many points would be deducted now?

Brook patted Hermione on the shoulder and calmly walked over.

"Professor Quirrell."

"Mr... Mr. Lott, your... your Bubblehead Charm was cast even more perfectly than it was on Halloween."

Quirrell spoke with a stutter.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"During... this time, you... you did not attend class because you had already learned all the know... knowledge in the textbooks?"

Brook wanted to say that he had been driven away by the smell and had not dared to come.

But that would have been somewhat impolite.

"Professor, I'm personally allergic to the smell of garlic, so please forgive me."

"It's... it's fine." Professor Quirrell waved his hand. "But being able to master spells taught only in the fifth year means you truly have... have talent. As the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I can provide... provide some help to outstanding students."

Brook narrowed his eyes slightly. Something was off.

"Then thank you very much, Professor."

"Take... take this book. You can have... have a look. After the Christmas... holiday, if... if there is anything you do not understand, you can... come to my office." Quirrell handed a book to Brook.

"Thank you, Professor." Brook accepted the book. "Goodbye, Professor."

"Have... have a pleasant Christmas break."

The moment Brook stepped out of the classroom, he saw Hermione pressing her ear tightly against the door, clearly trying to eavesdrop.

"Was that really necessary?"

"Professor Quirrell didn't deduct points from you, did he?"

"No. On the contrary, he praised my talent and gave me a book."

Brook waved the book in his hand.

"How could that happen? Not only did he not deduct points, he even gave you a book?"

Hermione was jealous.

"You wanted me to lose points?" Brook teased with a smile.

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"Of course not. It's just... it's just too unfair." Hermione muttered. "Let me see it."

"Holiday starts tomorrow, and you're still thinking about reading? No. I'll let you see it after the holiday."

Just as Hermione could not understand Quirrell's actions,

Brook was equally confused.

How could a pie fall from the sky for no reason?

He had no friendship with Quirrell at all. He had even been skipping his classes.

Forget Quirrell taking the initiative to show him kindness—if Quirrell had assigned him to clean the toilets, he would have had to accept it while holding his nose.

Thus, he was extremely wary of Quirrell's behavior.

As for the book, he planned to check for traps first.

That evening, Brook opened the book Quirrell had given him.

There was no title on the cover.

When he opened it, he found that the spells recorded inside were all perfectly normal.

Ligamentum: Fired a magical rope that bound the target's body.

Sluggish: Greatly slowed the target's movements and made their muscular reactions sluggish.

Stinging Jinx: Caused the target to feel a stinging pain as though they had been stung, followed by rapid swelling.

Confundo: Interfered with and misled the target's thoughts.

The book contained more than a dozen spells, and every one of them was highly practical, making them suitable for young wizards to learn.

This only made Brook more confused. Could Quirrell truly be helping him simply because he appreciated his talent?

Had he judged a gentleman's heart with his own petty mind?

He could not figure it out.

So he simply stopped thinking about it.

He would wait until after the holiday.

If Quirrell had any purpose, he would definitely seek him out again.

The next morning.

Brook did not take the Hogwarts Express.

Instead, he opened a Space Gate and brought Hermione back to his home.

"Brook, this magic of yours is truly convenient for traveling!" Hermione exclaimed.

Brook remembered the way Dumbledore had departed.

"Wizards should also have methods for long-distance travel. I have seen Dumbledore use one. If you are interested, you can look into it."

Hermione nodded. "Are you coming home with me? My parents will definitely be happy to see you."

Brook considered it briefly. "Tonight. I'll prepare dinner and invite you all over to enjoy it together."

"That's wonderful! Then I'll be waiting. I want to eat the stir-fried dishes you make!"

Hermione's eyes immediately lit up like those of a greedy cat.

Over the past half term, she had been eating with Brook the whole time.

Although hot pot and barbecue were delicious too, she had still been constantly thinking about Brook's stir-fried dishes.

She wanted to eat them so badly.

After Hermione left, Brook felt miserable when he looked at his dust-covered home.

Fortunately, he did not need to clean it himself.

He touched the ring on his hand. "An An!"

An An instantly appeared before him and bowed slightly.

"Brook, you called for me."

Brook had forcibly changed An An's form of address and way of bowing through commands.

Otherwise, An An was always so polite that he never felt entirely comfortable assigning tasks.

"An An, help me tidy up the house."

"As you command."

An An answered and immediately began working.

(The book was recommended ahead of schedule, which caught Little Author somewhat off guard.

Two stable chapters every day. Additional chapters for reminders and support!

Little Author will definitely work hard!

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