If Quirrell knew that Albert was struggling with what to do with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand at the moment, he would probably be so depressed that he would vomit blood!

In order to increase his success rate in stealing the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell put a lot of effort into gathering information, and finally got information about the mechanism that protects the Philosopher's Stone from several deans.

As a result, those so-called magic mechanisms were easily cracked by Albert just now.

Quirrell is now trying to get a way to subdue the three-headed dog from Hagrid, but he is completely defeated by Albert's casual Greek mythological story.

In a way, Quirrell was undoubtedly lucky, as he had no idea about it.

......

On April nights, the weather was already very hot.

Before coming to the Pig's Head Bar, Quirrell had taken the Polyjuice Potion in advance.

Not only that, but Quirrell was also wearing a cloak and hood, and he wrapped himself tightly, as if he was afraid that others would recognize him.

The Hog's Head Bar is always frequented by some quirky guys, and it's not surprising to have an extra cape and hooded weirdo, which can be seen once in a while.

Quirrell walked over to the counter and asked the bar owner for a bottle of mead, then turned to look around the bar and narrowed his eyes at Hagrid sitting in the corner.

It's a coincidence.

There were no more empty tables at the Hog's Head Bar, so Quirrell sat down in the empty seat next to Hagrid, where there were a few other people, playing cards, and Hagrid was playing cards, but he looked a little absent-minded.

Quirrell naturally didn't know that the reason for Hagrid's absent-mindedness was that he was looking for him, looking for the wizard who could bring him dragon eggs.

Hagrid had been waiting here for some time, never finding the man, but he hadn't forgotten Albert's reminder and hadn't let himself act strange.

When the people around him suggested playing cards, Hagrid agreed, and anyway, everyone just wanted to have fun, and losing a game was just a matter of a few Sico.

After the three of them sat down at Quirrell, they all looked sideways in unison.

Quirrell said hoarsely, "Don't mind letting me join in." ”

They didn't refuse, and let Quirrell join the game.

Several people played cards while boasting about their great achievements.

The middle-aged man to Hagrid's left is a smuggler who is bragging about his smuggling deeds.

He said that he had just returned from India and brought back a lot of Asian specialties.

"If you are interested in something, you can come to me, 10% off. ”

The smuggler told them that there was a strange fellow who had bought a nest of bird and snake eggs from him for a hundred Galleons, saying that it was to make a so-called shampoo using the yolk of the bird and snake eggs.

"The guy gave me a bottle that was said to lock in shine in my hair, so I went to him and bought it if I wanted to. With that, the smuggler actually took a small bottle of shampoo out of his suitcase.

I don't know why, but when he said this, the expression on his face was extremely complicated.

"Shampoo made from the yolk of the bird snake egg is really luxurious. ”

Hagrid's eyes lit up when he heard the egg just now, but the guy actually took out a bottle of shampoo from his suitcase, which made him stunned and lose interest.

The young thin young man next to the smuggler was smoking a cigar and slowly exhaling a large smoke ring, looking like he was enjoying it.

The young man looked at the shampoo with interest, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and tapped his hair, and asked curiously, "Your hair doesn't look like it locks in the luster." ”

In fact, everyone noticed that the smuggler's hair was indeed very strange, as if it had been gnawed by something, and it looked like it made people want to laugh.

"Because...... This shampoo can be dangerous if not used correctly. The smuggler screamed angrily like a cat with its tail stepped on.

As he spoke, he threw the bottle of shampoo on the ground and stepped on it with his foot.

"At that time, I must have been crazy to believe his nonsense, what it means to dilute according to a certain ratio, what the hell!" The smuggler poured another big sip of wine, apparently a little drunk.

"Do you want one, make sure you feel good after sucking. The young man smoking the cigar smiled and handed a cigar to the smuggler, "Seeing that you are in a bad mood, I will give you a 20% discount today." ”

"Don't think I don't know, you added something to it. The smuggler reached out and brushed away the cigar handed by the young man, left all the cards in his hand on the table, and got up and left.

"Do you want it?"

Hagrid and Quirrell both shook their heads in refusal.

"It's a pity. The cigar-smoking young man took another puff, reached for the cards thrown by the smuggler on the table, and sneered: "Sure enough, it's a guy who can't afford to lose." ”

With that, he got up and left, ready to go to other customers who were interested in adding cigars.

The game was broken up halfway through, but no one really cared.

"What do you do?"

Hagrid asked curiously about the man next to him who had wrapped himself tightly.

This guy keeps his face buried in the shadow of his hood so that people can't see his appearance clearly.

"I'm just a peddler selling all sorts of things. Quirrell said calmly. "If you need it, I can help you find it, as long as the price is right, anything can be negotiated. ”

"Hawker, you don't speak like a hawker. Hagrid said in surprise.

"There are many kinds of hawkers, and I have a wide range of knowledge. As long as the price is right, everything is negotiable. Quirrell poured himself and Hagrid a glass of wine and asked, "What about you?"

"I—I'm a Hogwarts Hunting Ground Warden. Hagrid took a long sip of the mead, smacked his mouth, and said, "Anyone who knows me knows this. ”

"Hunting grounds? I deal with a lot of hunting grounds, you know, they occasionally sell interesting stuff. Quirrell was happy to steer the conversation in the direction he wanted.

"I remember that there were a lot of specialties in the Forbidden Forest that were very popular with everyone. Quirrell asked, feigned curiosity.

"You're interested?"

"Yes, interested. Quirrell replied calmly, "After all, I'm a peddler, and I might deal with you sometimes." ”

The two continued to play cards, chatting about magical creatures by the way.

In order to get the answer he wanted from Hagrid, Quirrell was prepared and guided the conversation to magical creatures during small talk.

Quirrell talked about the hunting grounds he had visited, and he was close to Hagrid, saying that the two sides could cooperate in the future, and Galleon would earn together.

Hagrid, under Quirrell's questioning, told him about the magical creatures he had taken care of, and how to deal with them.

"What are you asking for?" Hagrid's cheeks were already a little drunk.

"A friend asked me to inquire. Of course, I won't let you tell me this for nothing, and in return I can ask you for a drink or give you some Galleons. Quirrell bought another bottle of whiskey from the counter and poured Hagrid a large glass.

"I've always wanted a dragon. Hagrid hadn't forgotten what he was doing here, and muttered.

"A dragon?" Quirrell was pleased that things were progressing more and more as he had expected.

"It's illegal to raise dragons, you know, there's been a big deal recently, and for this reason, a dragon egg has been smashed on my hand and can't be sold. ”

Quirrell sounded depressed as he spoke about it.

In fact, he was depressed now, because he had been sitting with Hagrid for more than an hour.

"Dragon eggs!" Hagrid's somewhat hazy eyes suddenly sobered up.

Albert's prophecy is really coming true.

He could really get a dragon egg today, and just as Hagrid was in high spirits first, he quickly thought of Albert's words and said, "If you meant it, I meant it......"

"If you want, we can play a bet!" Quirrell said, "If you can beat me ten times, I'll give you that dragon egg, and if you lose once, give me ten Galleons, no, five Galleons." Of course, if you lose to me twenty times, it belongs to you too, you know, if it weren't for my rush to get rid of it, a dragon egg would be more than that. ”

"One hundred Galleons, I don't have that much money on me. Hagrid said helplessly.

"The price is already cheap. ”

"You don't seem to want it too much?"

"The Ministry of Magic is very strict, and if they find out that I have a dragon egg, it will be a bad luck. Quirrell casually made a point, "Of course, if you'd like to buy it for Galleons, I'd be happy to sell it to you." ”

"Let's play. ”

Hagrid thought about it for a moment and agreed.

They were playing cards and drinking, and there were already a lot of bottles on the table, and Hagrid was a little drunk.

After Hagrid had won five rounds, Quirrell suddenly said, "By the way, I have to find out if you have what it takes to deal with a dragon." ”

Hagrid's face was stunned and puzzled.

"I don't want the dragon to run out and get into trouble, and the Ministry of Magic will find out about me. After all, I just wanted to do business, and I didn't want to get myself in trouble. ”

"Don't worry, I'm good at dealing with these ferocious beasts. Hagrid drank half a glass of beer in one gulp, patted his chest and reassured.

"What magical creatures have you dealt with? Quirrell asked, shuffling the cards.

"I once raised Thestrals in the Forbidden Forest, Hippogriffs and horses with winged beasts, eight-eyed giant spiders, and I have dealt with the centaur tribe and trolls, and even the three-headed dog can be managed obediently, a dragon is ......nothing at all."

"Three-headed dogs, I've heard of these creatures, and they are said to be quite dangerous. Quirrell was ecstatic, all his efforts were finally coming to fruition.

"I've heard that some wizards have a unique way of subduing three-headed dogs. Quirrell asked curiously, "How did you do that?"

"Three-headed dogs are actually very easy to deal with, you just have to put some music on them and they can make them fall asleep quickly. ”

"Put on music?"

Quirrell couldn't believe his ears, Hagrid's way of subduing the three-headed dog was to play music?

It's not about putting your child to sleep.

At this moment, Quirrell felt that his whole person was not good.