"Master, this guy... is not worthy of trust."
Quirrell looked at the thin and insignificant man in front of him who was greeting the waiter, his eyes full of impatience and boredom.
In the eyes of some people, although such a person looks bad, there is absolutely no problem in doing things. Although Quirrell is not a person who has experienced too many things in the world, he still has a considerable mind. Naturally, Dorisk's strong appearance and strong nature in front of him could not escape his eyes.
"Let's find someone reliable, not someone you or I can hold down."
Voldemort's tone was unusually weak. He has not forcibly withdrawn Quirrell's life force in the past few days, because Quirrell is of great use now. He was previously overwhelmed by the desire for revenge and the success of everything. But when he was ambushed in the Forbidden Forest, he was woken up.
All the things he did before were probably in the sight of others.
So now he is trying to weaken his presence as much as possible. Of course, he also penetrated his power into Quirrell's body. Quirrell could die at any moment if he even thought about it.
Although he hates feeling so weak, with his intelligence slightly restored, he can still make more rational decisions.
Quirrell didn't show it on the surface, but he also reacted in his heart. If a tough trading partner comes along, I'm afraid the two of them will become real fat sheep.
He didn't react at the first time. After all, he had followed the right path before, and it was normal for him to be confused about the twists and turns of these crooked ways.
However, he did not change his opinion.
The 'glove' called Dorisk in front of me is really not worthy of trust.
In the wizarding world, the number of wizards is too rare. Even the mudblood wizards at the bottom of the contempt chain are always noble wizards. Most of those engaged in professions such as service are fairies, mixed-bloods, and elves.
But these creatures that are not wizards are always inferior to wizards when doing some things. And even the great nobles cannot afford to support such things as wizards and dead soldiers, which are not just extravagant things.
Therefore, the profession of gloves has become the main force in doing dirty things.
Smuggling, murder, tomb robbing, abduction...
Even among dark wizards, they are the dirtiest ones.
They do all kinds of evil. If Death Eaters don't have a bottom line, then they still have a belief that is not worth believing in. But the principle of gloves is that there is no principle, no bottom line, and no humanity.
Take money to do things, regardless of the origin or purpose.
This is the glove.
Picking up the dragon-blood whiskey on the table, Dorisk looked at the man in front of him and asked with a smile: "Sir, since you have found me, you must trust me. Then I won't show off."
"What mission are you going to give me?"
Dorisk picked up the wine glass, brought it to his mouth, and asked fearlessly.
"Attack on Hogwarts."
Such a simple and clear sentence hit his ears, and then hit his brain unstoppably. It made him feel as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, and at the same time it was as if he had been hit hard by a Nimbus 2000.
He couldn't swallow the dragon's blood whiskey in his mouth. Even his hands began to shake involuntarily. Of course, it wasn't serious, and he quickly got it under control.
At this time, no matter how scary it is, you must not show your cowardice.
"This... although in principle, I shouldn't ask such a question, but I still can't help it..." Dorisk looked at the customer opposite with a strange expression, "You attacked Hogwarts to What to do?"
Then, he saw the man raise his head, revealing a pair of snake-like eyes hidden by his hood.
He shivered, but didn't flinch.
This kind of thing is countless times more dangerous than any previous missions.
This is growing hair on a lion's neck...
"For the attack on Hogwarts, of course."
Quirrell sneered.
Dorisk finally restrained his helpless movements and expression, and just shook his head and said: "In this case, I'm afraid I can't do it."
"Everyone knows what kind of place Hogwarts is, and no one wants to take this risk."
He is not stupid. There is only one magic school in the whole UK, and almost all wizards have attended Hogwarts. Whether life in Hogwarts goes well or not, it is always part of the life experience. No one wants a part of themselves to be denied.
If we were to attack Hogwarts now, the backlash it would cause was obvious. Not to mention whether he could continue to be a glove, it was hard to say whether he would survive or even leave the confines of Hogwarts.
"You don't need to do anything."
Quirrell's tone was still indifferent, but there was a faint sense of sarcasm.
But Dorisk was unmoved at all. Compared to being angry, he still felt that it was best to live honestly. Even if the guest in front of him has said that he does not need to take action, he knows very well that once the tail of the hand is not clear, then the head of him will definitely be found.
Don't underestimate the investigation methods of wizards!
"If you really need help, explain the method and I will make the decision myself."
When he said this, the reluctance, reserve, and alienation on his face were all clear.
Quirrell looked at that cold, distant and somewhat arrogant face, and wanted to teach him a lesson.
Not to mention the current, weak and bad-tempered Voldemort.
But now that Voldemort does not have the power to decide life and death at will and ignore existing rules and systems, he is now very calm.
Although he wanted to torture this arrogant guy to the point of madness by tearing out his bones, he still had to be patient and not lose control.
"Qui Luo, calm down, this person is still useful now."
His words of suppressed anger echoed in Quirrell's mind.
But Quirrell was a little speechless, because he was actually fine. I didn't realize how rude the other party was.
Although I can't put myself in someone else's shoes, I know the difficulties in this matter.
"Ahem, we need you to help us get a few suitable and dangerous magical animals. Then just send them to Hogsmeade Village. Just leave the rest to me."
When these words came out, Dorisk was more than relieved. But after relaxing for a while, his face turned ugly again.
Damn this idiot, wouldn't it be better if he just said he wanted to smuggle magical animals? ! Talk about an attack on Hogwarts! Can this kind of thing and this kind of plan be disclosed to others casually?
He didn't show it on his face, but deep down in his heart he had scolded the man opposite him as an idiot that was rare to see in a thousand years.
But Quirrell and Voldemort on the opposite side didn't think there was any problem from the bottom of their hearts.
Quirrell has little experience and has always been a nerd. Even though he is smart, he still inevitably makes mistakes in some things. Voldemort, on the other hand, was used to being arrogant. Even now, he was not afraid to declare his purpose.
After all, he broke into the Gringotts vault and was already a well-known figure in the eyes of many people.
What's more, even if this news is revealed, it may not be a bad thing.
It may not be unsafe when it is loose, but there will definitely be loopholes when it is tight.
However, since there was not much difference between being nervous and not nervous, he just acted as he pleased.
"That's no problem, but I don't know what you said before."
While Dorisk breathed a sigh of relief, he did not forget to eliminate some troubles for himself. Although it is better than nothing to comfort yourself.
But gloves, in themselves, are made to earn money for their lives. From the day they became gloves, they were all ready to put their lives on the gambling table.
"Ah."
Quirrell sneered again.
"Are there any specific requirements for the breeds of magical animals?"
Dorisk asked seriously.
"There is no specific limit, but it must be dangerous and vicious, and it is best to have a certain number."
"If you can get a dementor, that would be great!"
Quirrell added with a smile.
But Dorisk just didn't respond.
"Your budget?"
"5,000 gold galleons."
"Oh!"
Dorisk couldn't help but exclaimed when he heard the price. This is indeed the largest order he has received in so many years.
But when he thought about it again, his expression became less excited.
It's almost the same as Hogwarts, and you get 5,000 gold galleons. Although it's a lot, it's not a surprising price.
"What time?"
"When can you?"
Quirrell asked rhetorically.
Dorisk did not agree immediately, but thought about it for a long time, and then said: "In three days."
"Then the delivery will be made at the cliff east of Hogsmeade in three days."
Quirrell agreed without much hesitation.
"make a deal!"
"make a deal!"
After saying that, Quirrell stood up directly, picked up the wine glass on the table, and poured the wine directly onto the ground.
Then he turned around and left.
Dorisk kept a smile on his face and didn't seem ashamed at all.
When Quirrell walked out of the bar, Dorisk's straight back immediately stooped, and his originally smiling face instantly turned ugly.
His eyebrows wanted to be twisted together, and the irrelevant features on his face were moved closer together intentionally or unintentionally.
The waiter Chir walked over with the same smile on his face, waved his wand, and the wine on the ground was instantly cleared.
Dorisk waved his hand at him impatiently. Chir bowed slightly and then left.
After Chil left, Benetto came over from the bar. He sat opposite Dorisk without caring.
"It seems your little plan didn't work."
He was obviously saying something joking, but there was no expression on his face.
"But I've settled the deal. And I don't expect too much wine."
Dorisk shook his head and said, his face full of seriousness.
"How much?"
"5,000 gold galleons."
Hearing this number, even Benetto couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
But he also noticed Dorisk's troubled expression.
Such an expression is not common even for Benetto, who knows him well.
"Is there a problem with this job?"
When Dorisk heard this, he raised his head and smiled ferociously: "Collect magical animals and attack Hogwarts."
"F**K!"
Benetto exploded. He asked with confusion on his face.
"Are you crazy? Can you take this kind of job?"
Beneto looked at his old friend in front of him, as if he had seen some new type of mentally retarded person seeking death.
5,000 gold galleons? He needs fifty thousand gold galleons to think about it, and five hundred thousand gold galleons before he can make up his mind to do it.
Is this a joke? To put it more broadly, slapping Hogwarts in the face is almost equivalent to slapping the entire British wizarding community in the face. Who would commit an attack at Hogwarts unless they were tired of the work?
You know, even the mysterious man was tricked!
It is said that it is all due to Harry Potter, but how can people like them who have seen the power of the mysterious man easily believe in such absurd fairy tales that a baby defeated the second generation Dark Lord?
They would rather believe that Dumbledore used some special trap to trap the Dark Lord to death.
"I also knew I couldn't answer it, but my feeling at the time was that if I didn't answer it, I would have to answer it even if I didn't."
Dorisk showed a bitter smile. At that time, his instinct to save him from danger in fire and water warned him severely. So no matter how reluctant he was, he had to agree.
"Soul out of body?"
"That should be it."
The two fell into silence.
After a moment, Benetto shook his head and said, "You don't have to go."
"If you can find it once, you can find it a second time..."
Dorisk sighed and said helplessly.
And the other party has no feeling of fear at all. In other words, if he is not stupid and bold, then he must be ten people who are tied together and have no way to resist.
"But I really don't plan to go."
After thinking for a long time, Dorisk still said helplessly: "But it's better to give the things away."
"Tsk, another loss-making business."
Dorisk was also on the verge of tears. If he was tricked last time, then this time it was a pure disaster. It can only be said that it was a coincidence that made him meet such a customer.
Beneto also nodded, this kind of treatment is indeed normal.
"After you finish, let's go abroad to avoid the limelight."
Benetto gave an instruction.
"Sure, I'm not stupid."
As he spoke, Dorisk's legs suddenly grew a length. He quickly took out a small wine bottle and took a few sips.
The legs that suddenly grew longer also changed back.
"Fortunately, it is indeed a bit difficult to find me."
He smiled self-deprecatingly at Benetto.
"Go out to avoid the limelight. If the other party wants to do something, they will definitely choose a more lively time. I just don't know if it is Halloween or Christmas. In short, if there is no news later, come back."
Benetto thought for a moment, and then as he spoke, he took out a handkerchief from his arms.
"Take this and go to France to find another pub for a joint."
Dorisk sighed again, took off the handkerchief and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Kindness without saying thanks."
Benetto shook his head.
"It's just a matter of duty."
