"Harry, I've wanted to ask for a long time, isn't this big stick the wand you chose?"

In the hallway of an inn in Diagon Alley, Hagrid asked a little speechless as he helped Harry move a variety of materials into the house, carrying Harry's new wand.

Hagrid swore he'd seen so many young wizards.

There had never been a man as full of personality as Harry, after all, he would have believed the big wooden stick as a weapon of the Giants.

Harry, who gently stroked the snow-white owl in his arms, only nodded slightly, and didn't explain much.

He was afraid that if he told Hagrid about his experience in the Ollivanders wand shop, the big friend would spread the news throughout Hogwarts at an incredible speed.

As a matter of fact.

The wand Harry had bought in Ollivanders' shop was much more than the one in front of him, and even a bundle was a bit of a despise on him.

Maybe it's the benefits that come with the traverser, or maybe it's the incomparably complex composition of his soul.

All in all, almost all of his wands showed him a gesture of submission.

After trying on half of the wand and watching the bursts of golden light pouring from the wand, Ollivander finally crouched on the ground in a trance, let out a strange laugh, and kept muttering strange words such as "I understand, I understand".

Of course, these undesirable effects aside.

It was precisely because of this unusual performance that when Harry asked to buy more wands, Ollivander agreed to Harry's unreasonable request, although his face was entangled.

Maybe it had something to do with his wealth, but in any case, he had a satisfying harvest at the Ollivanders Wand Shop.

As for the owl in Harry's arms, it was a birthday present that Hagrid had specially chosen for him, a well-behaved snowy owl named Hedwig.

Harry's kindness towards critters soon earned Hedwig's friendship.

Judging from the way the little owl was clinging to Harry at the moment, she was undoubtedly very satisfied with her new owner.

"So Hagrid, are you going to leave in a minute?"

Seeing Hagrid's speechless look as he looked at his cane, Harry decisively chose to change the subject.

And such a trick obviously has an unparalleled effect on the simple-minded Hagrid.

"Well, I'll go to Hogwarts to report on the situation when I get you to my room, after all, Dumbledore cares about you too."

Hagrid said as he reached out a hand and touched Harry's head with a smile.

"But don't worry, I'll be coming to see you often in the month leading up to school."

Since Harry woke up to the memories of his past life and beat up Fernon on his birthday, he had no intention of returning to that embarrassing environment before school started.

After a little discussion with Hagrid, Harry decided to rent a room in Diagon Alley and teach himself magic for a month.

Although Hagrid had said that he would take Harry directly to Hogwarts, Harry refused the offer on the grounds that he wanted to get acquainted with life in the wizarding world outside of school.

Harry knew he had the task to kill Quirrell before school started, and it would be difficult to get back to Hogwarts.

As the two were talking, an elaborate room finally came into Harry's sight.

Empty and bright rooms, beautiful wooden furniture and even magic mops that clean themselves.

All of this was like a dream compared to Harry's small, dusty little attic.

"Hehe, I knew you'd love this."

Looking at the sudden glare in Harry's eyes, Hagrid couldn't help but touch his nose proudly.

Seeing Harry's satisfied reaction at the moment, he felt that his rent for half a month's salary was worth it.

Looking at the wide room and looking at Hagrid with a smile on his face, Harry didn't say much and gave each other a heavy hug.

"Thank you, Hagrid."

With the memories he had, he felt strong enough to ignore the Dursleys' mistreatment of him.

But after feeling the warmth that Hagrid brought him, Harry realized that this kind of family-like care was what he had been longing for.

For Harry, Hagrid was undoubtedly his only friend in the world.

"Alright, Harry, you're already a big guy, and you're a lot stronger than when I was a kid."

Slightly stunned, Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder before turning away as he continued.

"Well, then I'll go back first, you are the most sensible child I have ever seen, I believe that even you alone will never mess around."

Walking to the door, Hagrid turned back and waved at Harry again, somewhat uneasily.

"I'll be back soon tomorrow, you."

But before Hagrid could finish speaking, Harry gave him a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, I won't mess around."

After all, what he wants to do is premeditated and planned, how can it be said to be messy?

Hagrid, who was completely unaware of this, only felt that Harry was simply more reliable than him, and immediately let go of all his worries and said goodbye to Harry with a smile.

"Oh well, see Harry tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

As Hagrid's figure gradually disappeared at the door of the hotel, Hedwig, who was being caressed by Harry in his arms, suddenly had goosebumps all over her body inexplicably.

Then as soon as she looked up, she saw that her new owner had an inexplicable and weird smile on his face, which couldn't help but make her body tremble.

"Okay, now that Hagrid is gone, it's time to start taking action, the next thing you should do is buy a gun first, no, no, you should try the effect of the drug first."

As he spoke, Harry pulled out a strange dropper out of nowhere and reached it out to the little owl in his arms.

"Come on, Hedwig do me a little favor, open your mouth."

“∑(ΦдΦlll！！！”

This moment.

Looking at Harry with a kind smile on his face, Hedwig suddenly felt that she had been happy a little too soon.

The sun sets in the west and the moonlight grows thicker.

A figure wrapped in a black robe also slowly appeared on the streets of Diagon Alley.

It was an unlucky day for Quirrell.

Because today, he is about to embark on a dangerous plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts.

Although his master, Lord Voldemort, had already arranged everything for him, once the matter was revealed, it would mean that his wizarding career was completely over, and it was really difficult to make him happy under such a risk.

What's more, his experience at the Leaky Cauldron today was anything but good luck.

First he was entangled by a few strange gangsters, and then he was accidentally drenched in wine by the bartender.

This can't help but make Quirrell, who is a little superstitious, can't help but think that today should not be a good day for action.

But apparently, Voldemort in his head didn't think so about this.

"Hurry up and get things done, or I'll control your body to act on its own right now!"

Under the coercion of the unscrupulous boss, Quirrell finally slowly stepped into the confines of Gringotts.

Poor Quirrell apparently didn't notice that everything he had been going through in the Leaky Cauldron today had something to do with a mastermind.

And the man behind the scenes was holding a Muggle world telescope at the moment, quietly starting his covert observation on the rooftop.

Although he was still a little uneasy inside, everything that followed after Quirrell entered Gringotts went extremely smoothly, which undoubtedly made him feel very relaxed.

The goblin Neiying, who was controlled by the soul control spell in advance, led him into the underground vault without any flaws and then passed out, and then Vault 713 also appeared in his sight.

Next, as long as you open the vault in front of you according to Voldemort's instructions, then today's mission is completely over.

And he's going to be one of the few legends in the history of magic to sneak into Gringotts to steal without being discovered, which is amazing when you think about it!

Thinking of this, Quirrell couldn't help but feel his stomach warm up a little.

No, why is it a stomach?

At this moment, Quirrell finally sensed that things didn't seem to be as simple as he thought.

"Fool, hurry up and open the door to the vault in my way!"

Voldemort's grim voice kept coming from the turban behind Quirrell's head, but even so, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor froze in place as if he was deaf.

In Voldemort's sight, Quirrell's already pale face was now beginning to turn blue and twist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A feeling of wanting to bloom his life, I don't know when it has completely taken over his brain.

As the saying goes, holding urine can travel thousands of miles, but it is difficult to move an inch.

After Jiang Chen's improved laxative, not only can he control the outbreak time according to the dose, but he is also fierce and vigorous, which is very in line with his macho image characteristics.

But that's a bad old sin for Quirrell.

At this moment, he didn't dare to move at all.

The ever-expanding pressure of the sphincter had pushed his sanity to the limit.

And the next moment, the straw that broke the camel's back finally appeared behind Quirrell.

The scorching snort blew Quirrell's turban open like a violent typhoon, and Voldemort, who possessed the back of Quirrell's head, was completely shocked by the shocking scene in front of him.

Standing behind them was the white dragon guarding the underground vault of Gringotts, and this white dragon had somehow broken free from the chains and approached them with a courtship madness on his face.

As for why Voldemort was able to see so many dragon micro-expressions, it was naturally not because he had any strange titles such as Fantastic Beasts Master, but because the hideous dragon spear of the white dragon in front of him was about to hit his face.

Voldemort swore that he had never had an explosion like this in most of his life, so he couldn't help but freeze for a while.

What should the Dark Lord do if he is taken by the White Dragon?

Online, etc., urgent !!

How explosive the effect of a powerful laxative and an aphrodisiac is when combined is a blast for Quirrell today.

The kind of sourness that sprays together in front and back, as well as the trampling on the dignity and morality of normal people, is simply a horror content that nightmares dare not appear.

However, after a long and torturous battle for the, the mighty wizard managed to escape from Gringotts through the planned secret passage.

In the dark alley at this moment, a short fairy was holding his wound in an embarrassed way to move away from Gringotts.

The indescribable smell was clearly recognizable from the indescribable scent, and it was clear that the embarrassed goblin was the same as Quirrell's transformation after using the polyjuice potion.

After this series of outrageous experiences, and the discovery of Vault 713 at the last minute, which was already empty.

Quirrell and Voldemort, no matter how sluggish they were, realized that they must have fallen for a conspiracy.

What's even more terrifying is that even a Dark Lord like Voldemort, who once dominated the wizarding world, actually has any awareness of who is behind this time.

This is undoubtedly the most terrifying.

He couldn't imagine what kind of talent had appeared in the wizarding world during the years of his weakness to come up with such an outrageous plan.

In this oppressive silence, Voldemort couldn't help but think.

If he could have made such a plan with no lower limit, I am afraid that the wizarding world would have ruled the world under his control a long time ago.

At this moment, Quirrell forced the fear in his tone, and finally remembered what he said suddenly.

"Master, we were targeted when we were at the Leaky Cauldron Bar!"

After thinking about it for so long, he finally realized when he had been tricked.

By the time he was pestered by the thugs in the bar, he was afraid that his food had been infused with laxatives and aphrodisiacs.

But

He was confident that his usual disguise was absolutely seamless, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was just a poor teacher who stammered.

Who would notice his anomaly?

The more he thought about it, the more fear grew in Quirrell's heart.

Because he found that even the Dark Lord, who had terrified the wizarding world, had fallen silent at the moment.

This is undoubtedly an enemy that hides deeper and more terrifying than the Undulating Demons!

Escape! You have to run away!!

Thinking of this, Quirrell's pace couldn't help but speed up a few points.

The goblins of Gringotts had been pinned down by the mad white dragon, and as long as he could get out of this area of the Phantom Transformation Seal before he was discovered by the goblins, he would still have a chance to figure everything out.

After all, even the mastermind behind the scenes couldn't do such an outrageous thing at Hogwarts under Dumbledore's nose!

However, just as Quirrell's attention was all about leaving the place that had saddened him.

He didn't notice that a snow-white owl had locked on him with a strange gaze.

And with the owl approaching in the direction of Quirrell, it was extremely fast.

A black barrel crept out of the shadows and pointed at Quirrell as he fled.

The next moment.

The scorching light of the fire and the thunderous gunfire instantly echoed in the narrow alley.

Bang————!

(End of chapter)