"Well, it's a lot easier than I thought," Hermione said with a grin, "I don't really need to remember the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct and the Elf Rebellion. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Can ・・・・・・ her bad habit of revisiting the content of the exam after the exam, can she still get rid of it?" Ron muttered to Vio dissatisfiedly, and when it was his turn to conclude his speech, he spread his limbs wide and arranged them in a large font on the grass, exhaling happily, "How good, no more revision." The only good thing about the final exams is that they bring two months of summer vacation!"

Harry's smile sank a little when he heard this, "If you were spending the summer vacation at my aunt and uncle's house, you probably wouldn't appreciate the summer vacation so much. After he finished speaking, he rubbed his forehead again, and began to get a little annoyed, "I really want to know what this means—my scar—this lightning scar on my head (he quickly added when he saw Ron looking at him suspiciously), it had hurt before, but never as often as it did now. ”

"To see Madam Pomfrey?" Hermione suggested.

"I'm not sick," said Harry, "I just feel like I've forgotten a very important clue ・・・・・・ that means danger is coming?"

Vio was silently following Ron's example, relaxing on the grass and listening to their small talk, when suddenly, there was silence around them. She opened her eyes, and the other three were all sitting watching her.

"Huh?" she was full of excitement, and quickly changed to a relatively serious posture and lay down.

"What do you think, Vio?" Harry was now accustomed to asking for her opinion, and he felt that her opinion always brought something unexpected, especially since she was not like Hermione, she grew up in a wizarding family and would not always let him go to the doctor.

Hermione looked at Vio expectantly, and frankly, she felt that Vio was more mind-conscious than Ron most of the time, so she hoped to get a vote of support from Vio.

"・・・・・・ look like this, the meaning of threat is too naked. Vio muttered, then pondered for a moment, "Why don't we ask Hagrid? "They should go to Hagrid, otherwise Harry won't even think of taking the Philosopher's Stone at the end of the semester - he probably thought the Philosopher's Stone was safely protected, and it was true, Quirrell and Voldemort couldn't make it through the final level, but Vio couldn't wait.

Ron laughed silently beside him—it was Hagrid's turn to tangle.

"Hagrid・・・・・・ yes, we should go find him!" Harry jumped up from the grass, his face turning pale, "Go right away." ”

"Why?" asked Hermione, gasping as she caught up with Harry, realizing that Harry's going to see Hagrid wasn't as simple as asking about Scars.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Harry explained to them as he hurried down the grassy slope, "Nobel won this dragon from Hagrid in the tavern, but a few strangers will have dragon eggs in their pockets - and they have been met by Hagrid, who is very fond of dragons?!

"Well, think of this, what's ・・・・・・" Ron swallowed the word "with" in a daze, and when he received Hermione's glare at him, he quickly stopped talking, but followed.

As they had crossed the field, they saw Hagrid sitting in a chair outside the hut with his trousers rolled up high, and a large bowl on the bench in front of them, busy peeling pea pods.

When he saw that it was a few of them coming, he asked with a smile, "Is the exam over?"

"Okay, thanks. Ron was eager to take the plunge. But Harry interrupted him with some urgency, "No, Hagrid, we have something urgent, let's talk about it." Do you remember what the stranger you were playing with looked like the night you won Noble by playing cards?"

"I don't know," Hagrid replied nonchalantly, picking up another pea pod, "and he won't take off his cloak." ”

Before he realized the problem, he raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the children across from him staring at him in amazement.

"What's so strange about that, we were at the Hoghead Bar! The Hoghead Bar - the one in Hogsmeade Village, there was always some weird guy coming. That guy might be a dragon dealer, you know--they don't want to be seen--he's always wearing a hood. ”

Harry threw himself down on the bench, causing several peas to pop out of the bowl of peas.

"Hagrid, did you tell him anything?" Hermione asked herself, seeing that Harry was speechless. "Did you mention Hogwarts?"

"I may have mentioned that—ah, I remember, when we were chatting, he asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was ・・・・・・ the hunting ground keeper here・・・・・・ and he asked me a little bit about the animals I was looking after, and I told him something, and by the way, he knew a lot about magical beasts, and we had a good conversation, and he said that he had always wanted to get a Hippogriff・・・・・・ and I said that it was good to have a Hippogriff, but it wasn't as fun as having a Lowe - and then I told him that I really wanted to have a dragon. Then he bought me a lot of wine, and by the way, he said that he had a dragon egg in his hand, and if we played and I won・・・・・・ if I could make sure that I could control the dragon and not let it cause trouble, I would consider giving it to me - I told him at the time - that Louwe was obedient to my hands, and that the dragon was nothing・・・・・・"

When Vio heard this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it was good that Hagrid still told Quirrell the secret of controlling the three-headed giant dog Luwe. With this assurance, no matter what butterfly effect her intervention had before, Harry would definitely go to the Philosopher's Stone.

"Is he—does he seem interested in Louwe?" Harry asked, trying to keep his tone calm.

"That's right—quite interested, I told you, and I suggested that he keep Lowe instead of Hippogriff--you can meet a couple of dogs with three heads, won't you?, and I told him that I said that Lowe is actually very easy to deal with, and that you just need to know how to calm him down and play some music for him, and he will fall asleep right away—"

Hermione and Ron stood up with a brush, and Vio stood up a little slower and was pulled up by Hermione.

Hagrid's face suddenly showed a look of horror.

"I shouldn't have told you this!" he blurted out, "Forget what I said!

Vio trotted with the three of them all the way to the foyer before stopping. Having just come in from the sunny venue outside, the candles lit in the foyer looked particularly cold and a little trendy for a while.

"We should go to Dumbledore," said Harry, "Hagrid told a stranger how to subdue Lowe - it was obvious that he was either Snape or Quirrell. I only hope that Dumbledore will trust us - if Bane doesn't come out to stop us, Ferenze will testify for us! Where is Dumbledore's office?"

"・・・・・・Harry, I don't think any of us will know where the Headmaster's office is, besides - Dumbledore shouldn't be there・・・・・・ yes, he's not. Since whether or not Dumbledore was in the office had little to do with what happened next, Vio easily said it.

She was counting on a few of them to wake up soon—only they could figure things out themselves, but Hermione stared at her with a puzzled look in her eyes, "Vio, you've been with us all along, how do you know?"

"Huh?" Vio felt a basin of cold water pour over his head.