Brook did not take Quirrell's matter too seriously.
Even if he had investigated all the defensive measures.
Quirrell would never act immediately.
After all, Dumbledore was still at the school.
Brook planned to casually toss Quirrell a piece of intelligence after some time, just enough to make him think Brook was working hard.
"What? What did you say?"
Ron's sudden loud howl successfully got himself and Harry thrown out of the library by Madam Pince.
Following the principle of never missing gossip.
Brook and Hermione immediately followed them out.
As soon as they stepped outside, they saw Ron still fuming, his face red as he shouted.
"Harry, he must be trying to hurt you."
Harry looked like a startled ostrich, practically shrinking his head into his clothes.
The students passing by all cast strange looks their way.
Hermione slapped Ron on the shoulder. "Enough. We'll talk when we get back."
Then she took the lead toward the common room.
Rubbing his slapped shoulder, Ron muttered aggrievedly under his breath.
"She's getting more and more violent. Whoever marries her someday will be out of luck."
Harry quickly covered Ron's mouth and looked toward Brook and Hermione, who were walking ahead.
Only when he saw that neither of them had reacted did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Tell us. What exactly happened?"
The moment they entered the common room, Hermione impatiently asked.
"It's nothing much. Snape is the referee for tomorrow's match," Harry explained softly.
"Harry, pretend to be sick." After saying that, Ron looked at Hermione, trying to get her to help persuade Harry.
As for Brook, he would definitely take Snape's side again, so Ron did not even want to ask him.
"Well, I think it's only one match. Maybe you really shouldn't play, Harry."
Because of Brook's past