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Chapter 51 Quirrell: You're actually a pretty nice person.

"So you, you're...strolling at night?" Quirrell looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, then glanced at Kane's two pockets full of spider silk.

"Oh, one, a little wizard not only went out at night, but also, went to the spider's nest. That's too dangerous. You don't want Professor McGonagall to know."

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry, I'm guilty, I'll go back and confess to Professor McGonagall right away." Kane looked like he'd eaten shit and tried to walk past Quirrell. After what happened during the day, Quirrell was now a complete freak in his eyes.

He would rather touch Quirrell's wand than Quirrell's garlic-pickled claws.

"Wait, I... I didn't mean that. I was just too hasty during the day. I... I've never had a little wizard come to me on their own initiative, you know that. I can keep your secret," Quirrell quickly added as he saw Kane about to take a detour.

Kane shook his head: "No, I'll turn myself in right now. Goodbye."

"Perhaps, perhaps we can make a deal. I need your hypnotic instrument. What do you need?"

Kane suddenly stopped walking and turned back to Quirrell: "Do you have any gems? Rubies, sapphires, amethysts?"

Quirrell immediately nodded. Compared to disguising himself as a man in black and spending a lot of money to buy dragon eggs to extract information from Hagrid, the instrument in Kane's possession that could hypnotize creatures was much more cost-effective.

"Baby, I don't have any gems, but I can give you Galleons. You, you go to Gringotts yourself and buy them."

As he spoke, Quirrell actually pulled a heavy little bag out of his pocket and handed it to Kane.

Kane, who was originally calm, collected and cold-faced, looked at the extremely heavy bag. Although he desperately wanted to keep his cheekbones flat, he couldn't hold back in the end.

"You...you're forcing me to make a mistake." Kane's lips twitched as he approached Quirrell, took the bag of Galleons, opened it, and glanced inside. The bag was full of glittering Galleons, probably worth a few hundred.

He quickly stuffed the bag into his pocket: "Um, how many times do you plan to use the panpipes? The panpipes are that hypnotic instrument."

"How many times?" Quirrell was somewhat shocked by Kane's filthy mind. It turned out that after he gave away two hundred Galleons, it wasn't a purchase, but a rental?

Kane, seeing Quirrell's pained expression, knew what he was thinking and explained, "Panpipes are disposable, and it's troublesome to increase the number of uses of a disposable item."

Quirrell then realized that he hadn't been at a disadvantage by spending a lot of money to rent the panpipes; rather, Kane was offering to upgrade the number of times the panpipes could be used.

"You, you're still, you're actually doing quite well." Quirrell's face was flushed, whether from excitement or flushing.

"I can't help it, I've always been a kind-hearted person, so how many times do you need to use it?" Kane asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Two, two times will be fine." Quirrell suggested a conservative number of times, which would not put Kane in a difficult position, but would also give himself a chance to experiment.

"It will be delivered to your office tomorrow," Kane said, then left without looking back.

He even had a ridiculous idea that Professor Quirrell was a decent person in real life.

Kane played his panpipes all the way back to his dorm from the Forbidden Forest, managing to reduce the number of times he could play the panpipes from ten to only two.

After sleeping soundly until the next day, I am now truly free of worries. All I need to do is go to Dumbledore's office after dinner to inform him about selling the panpipes.

At this time, Harry and Ron also started brushing their teeth and washing their faces. After the three of them arrived at the Great Hall, they saw the professors and Hagrid piling up all sorts of packages in a corner of the Great Hall, which seemed to be preparations for the Halloween dinner.

Soon after breakfast, Kane knocked on Dumbledore's office door. Before he could even sit down, he heard Dumbledore's teasing voice.

"How did things go last night?"

"It's alright, I'll treat you to mille-feuille another day." Kane said, automatically omitting the words "monster meat" before "mille-feuille," and then got down to business: "Yesterday I sold Professor Quirrell a panpipe that could still be used twice, and I thought it was necessary to let you know in advance."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "You did the right thing, Kane. So, how's the panpipe? I think I need to experience it for myself."

"Try it yourself." Kane took out his wand and waved it. The sound of the panpipes flowed eerily into Dumbledore's ears from all directions, just like the last time Kane ate the mandrake.

Fortunately, he slept well last night and was also intentionally resisting, so he only dozed off for a moment before returning to normal: "Oh, how much did you sell it for?"

"Two hundred Galleons."

Dumbledore shook his head: "A loss. Is there anything else?"

Kane was waiting for this very sentence: "Do you have a reliable source for purchasing gems? Preferably amethysts, with a budget of 200 Galleons."

"Of course, here is Gringotts' owl email address." Dumbledore said, writing down an address on the parchment. "Tell them what kind of gem you need, its size, weight, quality, and budget, and they will give you a quote."

"Although they are slightly greedy, they are indeed professional, so don't worry about them treating you differently just because you are a child."

Kane took the parchment and shrugged. "Thanks. If there's any left, I'll treat you to ice cream."

"What if there's nothing left?" Dumbledore asked again, seeing Kane had already left most of the office.

"I'll treat you to a mille-feuille," Kane said, gently closing the door behind him.

After leaving the principal's office, he went straight to Quirrell's office. He opened the door but didn't even step inside. He used levitation to deliver the panpipes to Quirrell and then closed the door and said goodbye.

Then I saw Hermione walking over from not far away.

"Hello," Kane greeted, heading to the library to write a letter, but Hermione hesitated for a moment before calling out, "What were you doing in Professor Quirrell's office just now?"

"I was delivering something. Are you here to see him too?" Kane said, glancing at Hermione who was already standing at Quirrell's door. He still felt he should act like a human being: "My personal advice is to stay away from Professor Quirrell. He... has a bit of a weirdo vibe."

Hermione looked at Kane, who seemed to have just come out of Professor Quirrell's office, and felt that his words were not very convincing.

"Well, what were you doing in his office just now?" Hermione asked, arms crossed.

"One deal, if you had arrived ten seconds earlier, you would have seen that I didn't even dare to go into his office." Kane said, as if afraid Hermione wouldn't believe him, and casually pulled out a handful of Galleons from his pocket.

Could you please not pull out so many Gallon all at once like you're picking sunflower seeds? It's terrifying!

Hermione was inwardly condemning this scene, but seeing that Kane had gone to such lengths...

Listen to the advice, you really have to listen to the advice. The Celestial Dragons must have far more inside information than we do. What if Professor Quirrell really is some kind of pervert?

In an instant, she smoothly changed her course, from asking Professor Quirrell about swamp magic to asking someone else about swamp magic.

"So you'll have time later?" Hermione looked at Kane with her eyes crinkling, perfectly embodying the motto of taking advantage of others.

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