"Toto. . . Mr. Thomas, I.. I think you're mistaken. "

"I don't have this... This hobby is just that... I saw Mr. Harry Potter come here, so I just... Just come and have a look. "

Quirrell was explaining, but his ugly face and usurped wand showed how angry he was.

Now he's sure that Ryles is absolutely rebellious!

I asked him that kind of question before, so that he couldn't get off the stage, and now he is still spreading rumors that he has this kind of habit.

It's a shame that no one else hears here, otherwise he might have ruined his reputation!

Voldemort: Whoosh? Isn't a dead man without a nose a human being?

...

Ryles smiled and said, "Professor Quirrell, you don't need to explain, who doesn't have a little secret?"

"This one on your head... It's a very chic bird's nest, I think it has something to do with something, like something pressed down there, you say?".

[Quirrell's heart trembles, and he bursts out with a reward: 10,000 bullets in unison!].

[Voldemort's Wrath +21!].

Rylls squinted in enjoyment, feeling the sudden extra spell message in his mind, and comfortably wanted to raise the sky and roar.

The real special brew is rich and dangerous!

Is he going to die? Well, let's say it's death, but he's not going to die.

This is the Leaky Cauldron Bar, next to Diagon Alley, and if something happens, it won't take long for the Aurors to find out.

Coupled with the fact that there were wizards outside, it was absolutely impossible for Quirrell and Voldemort to do anything as long as they were not carried away by anger.

Of course, being targeted by these two people must have become an inevitable thing, but this is not a bad thing.

After all, these two products are a good scoring machine, and it is the best to use them to brush emotional points.

Let them take the initiative to target, and then let their plans fall through, and it is easy to brush up on emotional values.

"I... I don't really understand what you mean, my hat... The hat hat was given to me by my friend, not to cover the shh... What a secret. "

Quirrell subconsciously lifted the bird's nest on his head, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he opened his mouth with a smile.

If you look closely, you can see that the hand he holds the wand is already bruised, and the spell is trembling slightly.

Obviously, he wanted to kill Ryles, but nothing around him allowed him to do so.

Not to mention whether Ryls really found anything, the location alone denied him the possibility of doing it.

Even if he could kill Ryls by force, he would never be able to escape, and all plans would be ruined.

Even the news of Voldemort's comeback will be noticed by the higher-ups of the wizarding world!

So he can't make a move on Ryles, at least not at the Cauldron Bar!

"I know, Professor Quirrell, I didn't say hemp, who can not have a secret?"

"Hey, Harry, what's going on? there's probably no one in there, right? If there were, you'd be taken for a hooligan. "

Ryles, who was in a good mood, faked a few words of comfort to Quirrell, and changed the subject after seeing Harry Potter.

Do things with a degree of relaxation, not tight, and not loose, such as repeatedly jumping sideways on Voldemort's bottom line.

Provoke them first, then pour a basin of cold water on them to cool down, and then provoke them after a while, and then pour cold water to help cool them down.

To do it, these two Hanqiu are murderous, but they will not give up everything and kill him desperately.

[Quirrell Deliverance +8, Rage +3, Voldemort Strange +12, Killing Intent +9, Harry Potter Confusion +9, Nervousness +8!]

Can you always describe it with a cool word?

Ryles's already happy mood has become even happier, and it seems that he will be able to drink the primary magic potion again tonight.

He was cool, but Harry Potter was about to cry.

It's okay to be tricked into the women's bathroom, at least it looks new inside, and no one knows.

But now, the professor at Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts has seen him!

This is not yet enrolled, and if it is rumored that he has a special fetish, then this Hogwarts really has nothing to do with him.

Quirrell forced a forced smile, "Bobo.. Mr. Potter, you.... "

"Professor Quirrell, I'm not, I'm not, it's all an accident, Ryles can prove it to me, you have to believe me!".

Before Quirrell could finish his sentence, Harry Potter interrupted him, and then there was a frantic explanation.

Fearing that his words would not be convincing, he cast a pleading look at Rylls, hoping that he could help explain.

This series of words directly confused Quirrell, and when he came back to his senses, he was happy again.

If you can threaten Harry Potter with this handle, then I'm afraid of him...

"Don't worry, Harry, Professor Quirrell is also here to go to the bathroom, you can talk more, after all, we all have the same special fetishes!".

Ryles smiled and waved his hand: "I still have something to do, you guys talk slowly, I'll go first." "

Wool is not something that can be cleaned in a day, you must know how to take it step by step, and it is good to stop in moderation.

So he's not in the mood to talk to these two now... The two men have been a remnant for a long time.

Wouldn't it be better to have this time to go back and see what the harvest was?

As soon as Rylls left, Harry Potter and Quirrell were left staring wide-eyed.

"I... He.. Me!".

Harry Potter stammered a complete sentence.

Quirrell said that he was offended, and after saying goodbye with a smile, he turned around and walked away.

The

handle that finally got his hands is gone, and he has a strange hobby for some reason, who is he crying to?

For a moment, only Harry Potter was left crying and standing there at a loss.

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