Brazen

Ever since Quirrell learned from Hagrid how to subdue Three-Headed Dog Fluffy using the dragon egg, he's been in a bad mood. He feels like a fool who's been thoroughly fooled.

Although Quirrell had learned most of the magical mechanisms, his mood remained low. From his inquiries, he learned that most of the challenges were not difficult to overcome once the tricks were found, but Dumbledore had also cast a spell to Protect the Philosopher's Stone, which was the biggest problem. Furthermore, to steal the Philosopher's Stone, he needed to find a way to distract Dumbledore, ensuring enough time to break into the dungeon, steal the Philosopher's Stone, and escape before Dumbledore returned.

If it were merely a matter of writing a letter to Dumbledore through the Ministry of Magic, it would not be nearly enough, because it wouldn't take Dumbledore long to travel from the Ministry of Magic to his return to Hogwarts.

Moreover, once Dumbledore realizes that someone wants to get rid of him from Hogwarts, he will definitely realize that something is wrong.

So, he needs to find a suitable solution.

Currently, Quirrell doesn't have any good solutions.

As he was eating breakfast absentmindedly while thinking, another owl flew in front of Quirrell and threw a letter on the table.

Quirrell was stunned, because he had no friends, had not sent anything, and the letter was unsigned. No matter how you looked at it, the letter seemed strange.

Quirrell didn't open the letter immediately, and even had the urge to burn the strange letter. After hesitating several times, he finally opened the letter when he returned to the Defence Against the Dark Arts office.

However, inside the envelope was a blank piece of parchment.

Quirrell froze, staring blankly at the parchment.

"Reveal Yourself!"

Quirrell seemed to have thought of something, drew his wand, and gently touched the parchment. Sure enough, writing appeared on it.

Hello, Mr. Quirrell, my name is Sells All Information.

You seem quite interested in the things in the Fourth Floor Forbidden Area Corridor Hogwarts. If you're willing to pay, I'm willing...

Quirrell looked at the text and instinctively wanted to tear the entire parchment to shreds, but his gaze fell on the text at the end, which basically said that if you were willing to pay, I could tell you about the magical challenges set up by the professors and provide you with solutions.

Finally, in addition to the method of the transaction, the letter even included a method to subdue the Three-Headed Dog, allowing Quirrell to verify if the method in the letter was genuine.

He also stated that if Quirrell was willing to pay 200 Galleon, he could sell him the two remaining magical levels and the walkthrough.

Quirrell suddenly clutched his chest, his breathing became rapid, and his vision seemed to go completely black; he almost fainted.

Who! Who is this person?!

All the information I painstakingly gathered, this person just... just like that...

Quirrell's chest heaved violently as he gasped for fresh air to avoid passing out.

Calm down, calm down, calm down quickly.

After an unknown amount of time, Quirrell finally caught his breath and didn't faint immediately. He was both shocked and furious that this person actually knew... about him.

He cannot be allowed to live! At that moment, Quirrell's murderous intent arose.

As Quirrell pondered how to eliminate this mysterious fellow, he suddenly noticed that the parchment in his hand burst into flames, even the envelope was burning.

He was startled, and the parchment slipped to the ground.

By the time Quirrell fully realized what was happening, the envelope and parchment had already turned to ashes.

"Is Snape behind this?"

Quirrell's first thought was Snape, but how would Snape know how to subdue Three-Headed Dog? Could it be Hagrid? No, that big, stupid guy doesn't even have a wand, how could he make parchment spontaneously combust? Besides, Quirrell didn't think Hagrid could do that.

Could it be... Dumbledore? Does he know I'm eyeing the Philosopher's Stone and want to use it to capture me? No, if it really is Dumbledore, would he need to do this?

At that moment, Quirrell felt like his head was a complete mess.

Then, he understood.

Why bother with these questions? Just catch the sender, isn't that enough?

Since the guy who claimed to Sells All Information demanded that he bury Galleon under a clearly marked tree near the Forbidden Forest, why not turn the tables and catch him? Quirrell found such a tree in the woods near the school, buried a bag of stones under it, and carefully watched the tree, hoping to catch that damned guy.

However, several days passed, and Quirrell still did not find the Person Behind the Scenes, as if nothing had happened.

Enraged at being led by the nose, Quirrell replaced the bag of stones with real Galleon, placed a Fake Galleons inside the Galleon, and cast a tracking spell on the Fake Galleons and the bag.

However, Quirrell was shocked to find that the Galleon buried under the tree had not been taken, but another letter appeared, which detailed how to get through the Devil's Snare and how to find the key among a pile of keys.

As for picking locks, sorry, Albert didn't write about it, and he wouldn't write about it.

How can you insult Voldemort in Muggle way?

He still has some professional ethics.

This time, Quirrell used the Freezing Charm in time, preventing the letter and parchment from burning to ashes.

However, when Quirrell examined the letter, he discovered that it was not enchanted and would not spontaneously combust.

At that moment, he felt someone punch him in the face, making him dizzy.

After the first letter spontaneously combusted, the sender was certain he would do the same, so he simply stopped casting the spell.

I was tricked by the other party.

Quirrell was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Don't let me find out who you are, or I'll torture you to death!" Quirrell swore in his heart.

He re-enchanted the letter and gave it to the owl he had controlled, hoping to use it to find the sender.

As it turned out, Quirrell discovered that the letter had somehow ended up at an Owl Post's shop in Diagon Alley, and then... nothing happened.

The bastard who played him for a fool is still a mystery.

Albert had already guessed that Quirrell might be tracking him back through the letter, so naturally he wouldn't send it himself. Instead, he had a House-elf who served him mail it for him. After the House-elf finished mailing the letter, he stayed in the magically protected manor, so the owl couldn't find House-elf at all.

This House-elf was Albert's biggest prize at the last Easter party.

Since the Galleon was buried under the tree, Albert naturally didn't dig it up. Instead, he placed a spy rat with Two-Way Mirror on its eye there to keep watch.

Albert could clearly see Quirrell burying things twice through the Two-Way Mirror in his hand.

Of course, Albert had no intention of digging up those Galleon before Quirrell was completely dead.

If it's there, then we've gained something; if it's not, we haven't lost anything, since the mission has been accomplished anyway.

Moreover, doing so not only completed the new task, but also triggered a new task: audacious.

Not only does it reward 10,000 experience points, but it also grants 1 skill point, and it's easy to complete. As for Quirrell's -30 favorability, Albert doesn't care at all.

After all, Quirrell will be gone soon, so whether or not his favorability rating decreases is not important at all.

"Harry Potter is such a good person!"

Looking at the tasks on the panel, Albert couldn't help but sigh softly.

There was a minor error in the previous chapter, which has been revised.