To prepare for his meeting with Quirrell.
Brook had made thorough preparations.
Although he did not expect a fight to break out.
He had always been cautious and needed to prepare for the worst.
The Emperor of Laying Low said: lie low when you lack strength, show off when you have it.
First, he took out the Degtyaryov machine gun, skillfully loaded the ammunition, and disengaged the safety.
Making sure it would be ready to fire the moment he pulled it out.
The only regret was that he still felt carrying a Gatling would look cooler.
Unfortunately, he did not have a Gatling yet.
He would have to find a way to get a few later.
He then took out two Stechkin automatic pistols, both prepared for immediate firing.
Not only that, he had deliberately left An An outside.
If he did not come out of the office within an hour, she was to notify Dumbledore immediately.
Of course, those weapons and arrangements were merely his backup plans.
What he truly relied on were the Door-Door Fruit ability and the ring in his hand.
With those two "magic treasures."
He believed that if he wanted to run, no one could stop him.
With everything ready, Brook raised his hand and knocked on the office door.
"P-please... come in." Quirrell's familiar stammering voice came from behind the door.
"Good evening, Professor Quirrell."
The moment Brook entered the office, the door behind him quietly shut.
"Good evening, Mr. Lott!"
Quirrell was sitting calmly in his chair, looking extremely relaxed.
He was completely different from his usual nervous, overly cautious self.
"Professor, you..." Brook's eyes were full of confusion.
"What, surprised? Professor Quirrell, who st-st-stammers, suddenly doesn't stammer anymore." Quirrell looked quite pleased with himself.
Brook quietly took a step back and swiftly