The so-called Christmas seems to be a lot, but as long as you put your mind down on other things - whether it is eating, drinking, having fun or studying, half a month actually flies quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for Hogwarts to start again.

The students have obviously not yet arrived at the school, but the teachers, who are also absent from the school because of the vacation, are returning to the school one after another for work reasons.

Professor Snape, for example, and Professor Quirrell.

It is worth mentioning that Professor Quirrell is obviously much better in terms of complexion.

The one who used to look like a sick leper was back to normal.

Whether or not he was Quirrell himself was up for debate.

And for Connor, it was a very ...... Christmas Outrageous.

He didn't feel any good vibes at all.

The 'old goat' at the pig's head bar didn't welcome him at all, nor did he welcome him into the bar.

In a compromise, he could only continue to think of himself as an owl with red highlights, and continue to stand on the tree next to the bar and watch what was happening inside.

As for the scene inside the pig's head bar, it can't be said to be a comedy, but it can only be said that there is a beauty that is not inferior to Mr. Bean, which is now on the air.

Because it's in this condition:

"1,000 Galleons, this dragon egg is yours."

"Ah, so expensive?"

"Is this still expensive? A dragon egg on the black market is running for 10,000, this is still an unhatched young dragon, do you know how much its contents are worth? ”

"However, I don't have the money to ......"

"You're deliberately finding fault, aren't you?"

"No, it's not, but I really want this dragon egg."

That's probably what happened.

At that time, the situation on both sides was actually very anxious.

Hagrid was in a hurry to collect the eggs, not wanting them to slip out of his hands, and Peter's side was in a hurry to get rid of them.

In his eyes, Hagrid is obviously a wronged man who doesn't understand anything, and if he wants to bring dragons into Hogwarts, it must be him!

But the problem is that the two sides can't get along for various reasons.

Peter wanted to make it a normal deal, and Hagrid was thick-skinned - he actually wanted to be a penny prostitute.

And then, just talk about stiffness.

And the most tricky thing is actually not this conversation, the most tricky thing is actually that Hagrid is not as stretched as he himself said.

Connor, who had actually spoken to Hagrid at one point, knew how rich the half-giant was, and although he seemed to live in a modest ranger hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, it was full of precious materials about the creatures of the Forbidden Forest.

Even the 'unicorn hair' that the world has been pursuing, he has woven a carpet on his side, not to mention the materials that all kinds of potions masters dream of.

It can be said that any piece of Hagrid's collection can cause a sensation and fetch a high price by the way.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an invisible richaire.

However, he himself did not understand these things after all, and he had no idea of taking his own things out of his house with a simple heart and a simple mind.

In his eyes, he is a standard poor person, and he goes out to buy and get school funds.

Then, the matter began to go in an outrageous direction.

10 days......

They had been bickering with each other for about ten days at the Pig's Head Bar, and when the Christmas holiday was almost over, Hagrid had prostituted the eggs for nothing.

Drinking and playing cards, he proved that he was capable of raising this Norwegian spinback dragon by raising all kinds of cute children and knowing their habits well.

Looks wonderful?

But he completely shook the bottom of the three-headed dog out.

Hagrid himself was like a potion of truth, and whenever he was happy to drink, he would say anything - for example, the three-headed dog Louvy was sold by him.

The three-headed dog now in the hallway on the right side of the fourth floor, guarding the trapdoor, was a fierce force of fighting - its fur was resistant to spells, its canines were poisonous, and it was large and had a fierce hunting ability.

Even a master of the dark arts like Snape had to take it seriously.

However, it has an Achilles' heel: music.

According to Hagrid's own account, Louwey's 'cute' big dog sleeps soundly whenever he hears music.

"I sincerely hope that this news will not cause trouble to Mr. Potter, Mr. Headmaster."

Sitting in the principal's office, Connor said calmly.

As Christmas drew to a close, he was sitting in the headmaster's office reporting what the old headmaster should have known.

"Thank you, Connor."

After hearing this, Headmaster Dumbledore nodded lightly like an ordinary kind old man.

He smiled, but that smile didn't give Connor the slightest sense of security.

"Don't put this on hold and say these unnutritious things, I just want to ask you, can you manage this situation?"

Ordinary people would not question this old wizard.

The name of the strongest wizard is not a joke, and his own prestige is enough to overwhelm most doubts.

But Connor knew that wizards were not gods, could not be omniscient, and even Dumbledore himself could misjudge some things.

For example......

Peter Pettigrew...... I know that his presence itself is not part of your plans, and that his involvement means that Voldemort will have one more subordinate, and your arrangement may not work then. ”

If you want to say why......

"Voldemort wouldn't necessarily go and fetch the Philosopher's Stone himself."

Voldemort himself may not have been able to do Harry any harm, but Lady Potter's ancient magic of love still envelops him.

And as long as the magic was there, it would be fine to throw Harry in Voldemort's face.

However, Peter was different.

"When the time comes, if Peter goes to fetch the Philosopher's Stone, the situation will be different...... Come to think of it, I don't think the wizard in the news who blew up the streets and killed countless ordinary people would be Sirius. ”

Now that we look back at those things, the answer is clear.

"I'd rather believe it was Peter's handiwork, and with Mr. Potter's level of learning at this point, it would not be a matter of sanity to want him to deal with a Transfiguration master who had learned the Animagus since he was a student."

"So, what about Isobel?"

“…… Are you asking her level? ”

Connor's face was filled with a hint of weirdness.

Many corresponding descriptions could not help but come to his mind.

She has been able to cast spells silently, spells no longer rely on fixed gestures, and offensive spells are at her fingertips.

It's just that......

"Do you think that kind of question makes sense? Actually, I have a question for you, Mr. Headmaster. ”

Gently stroking the cat curled up in his arms, Connor shook his head slowly.

"Do you dare to put these possibilities and hopes on them?"

Dumbledore didn't respond, but the silence made his attitude clear.

The answer is......

"Can't, can you?"

Looking at the headmaster, Connor spoke slowly.

"I'm sure you've suffered enough in this regard, so you don't dare trust anyone else."