The crackling noise sounded without warning on the path leading to Hogsmeade. A man in a cloak emerged out of thin air. After looking around, he reached out and took out a mechanical pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at it. At the time above, I walked along the path shrouded in twilight.

When the cloaked man entered Hogsmeade Village, the sky was completely dark, and there were lights flashing in the shop windows on both sides of the street. He walked on the main street for a few minutes, then turned to the sidewalk, and a noise came from the pig's head bar not far away.

The pig's head bar at night is even more lively. Many wizards living in the gray area will come here to try their luck. It is not uncommon to encounter hawkers who smuggle, resell potions or sell other prohibited items in the bar. Rob the wizard as his deputy.

As long as there is anything you need, the bar owner can introduce you to a suitable seller or buyer. Selling drinks and acting as an inn owner have become his sideline.

As soon as the man in the cloak walked to the entrance of the Pig Head Tavern, he felt a lively atmosphere mixed with ale rushing toward him. He looked up at the bar counter, looking for the dragon egg smuggler who had agreed with him.

The man in the cloak did not see the agreed person at the counter, and the other party was late.

"Is that guy here?" The man in the cloak sat down at the counter and asked the barkeeper who was wiping the glass with a rag. The guy smuggling the dragon egg was the seller the barkeeper introduced to him.

"Jack hasn't come yet. You can wait a moment." The bar owner glanced at the man who wrapped himself tightly in front of him, and asked indifferently, "What to drink?"

"Whiskey," the man in the cloak said hoarsely.

In fact, the cloak man didn't want to make this transaction in the pig's head bar, and was ready to choose a good place by himself, but the Mr. Jack insisted on completing the transaction here, so he didn't object anymore.

"He's late!" The cloak man's temper became a bit bad. He didn't pay attention to what happened to the **** smuggler, but he was very concerned about whether he could get the dragon egg today.

Soon after, a middle-aged man with thinning hair hurriedly turned into the pig's head bar. When he passed through the noisy crowd, he did not forget to greet others.

"Jack, what good stuff did you get?"

Most of the wizards who come here to drink often know this guy who likes to smuggle, and some people greet him with a smile.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't let you wait too long!" The man code-named Jack said to the barkeeper, but his eyes never looked away from the man in the cloak next to him.

"What do I want?" The cloak man asked impatiently.

"This is your cargo."

Jack opened the suitcase in his hand, revealing the contents of the suitcase: a dragon egg.

"It took me a lot of effort to get it. The agreed Garon can't be less." Jack closed the suitcase again and rubbed his fingers to indicate that it was time for the two parties to trade.

"it's here!"

The man in the cloak untied his money bag and threw it to the opponent, "There is no shortage of one, but you have to pay for this glass of whiskey. Who made you waste a lot of my time."

"Oh **** it, okay, this glass of whiskey is my treat. It's for Kanon's sake." Jack almost smiled when he took the heavy purse.

He also handed his suitcase to the man in the cloak in front of him so that he could check the authenticity of the goods inside.

The man in the cloak took the suitcase and checked the dragon egg in the suitcase again.

"This is a very rare Norwegian Ridgeback egg. You are definitely not at a loss." Jack said to the buyer while inspecting Garon: "You only need to bake it on the fire and the dragon egg will hatch by itself. Wait. After it hatches, you need to feed it a bucket of brandy and chicken blood every half an hour."

At this point, Jack's tone suddenly stopped, "However, I need to remind you in advance that these things are hard to tame, and they are quite dangerous."

"Do you have any other questions?" Jack asked after counting Garon, looking at the big benefactor in front of him.

"No." The man in the cloak closed his suitcase.

"Then... the transaction is complete."

Jack took out a few gallons from his purse and put them on the barkeeper's counter, which was regarded as the introduction fee of the other party.

"Do you know who that mysterious guy is?" Jack asked, looking at the back of the cloaked man leaving.

"I don't know." The bar owner quietly swept Garon into the wooden cash drawer next to the counter, "It seems like a second-door dealer, but the price you offered is a bit higher."

"It's not high, you're willing to trade." Jack glanced at the barkeeper, drank all the Butterbeer in the glass, and murmured, "Forget it, I better disappear for a while!"

Jack, who made a lot of Garon by relying on the smuggling dragon eggs, is very satisfied with this transaction. The only flaw is that he is being targeted.

He noticed a lot of greedy eyes around him staring at him.

This is the disadvantage of choosing to trade at the Pig's Head Bar. Once you earn too much Gallon, you will be easily targeted by some greedy guys.

As for the benefits, there is no need to worry about being hacked directly.

In the pig head bar, everyone will exercise restraint as much as possible. It is the rule here to solve things outside. Although it is fragile and cannot be guaranteed, everyone still obeys this rule silently. No one wants to be robbed during the transaction.

To get a dragon egg, naturally it takes a lot of gallons.

Jack undoubtedly made a lot of money and became a fat sheep in the eyes of countless people. Blocking the way and robbing is also a secondary profession for many wizards living in the gray area.

After Jack hurriedly left the pig's head bar ~www.mtlnovel.com~, several greedy wizards immediately got up and followed.

A series of crackles sounded outside the pig's head bar.

After half an hour, Jack finally successfully used the Apparition to get rid of the tail behind him.

"A bunch of rubbish, even you bunch of **** wants to rob me." Jack spit on the ground disdainfully, just as he was about to leave here. A spell shot out from behind without warning, focusing on Jack's back. Just as he was about to fall down, he saw a somewhat familiar back holding a magic wand aiming here.

"It's you!"

Jack's face was full of unwillingness and anger. He didn't expect that buying a home would be black and black. After gritting his teeth and uttering his last words, the front bunk fell.

The man in the cloak walked out of the shadows and stared at the fallen guy in front of him blankly. He drew his wand from the opponent's hand and pointed at the unconscious Mr. Jack on the ground.

The next moment, an unknown green light lit up in the darkness.

After the man in the cloak retrieved his Garon from Jack's corpse, he used the Transfiguration Curse to turn the corpse into a stone, and found a place to dig a deep hole to bury the stone in it.

As for the other party's wand, it was directly destroyed and burned to ashes, and even the evidence was not left.

"What a fool, I didn't even notice that the purse was being chased."

The bright moonlight fell on the man in the cloak, the face of the stranger under the cloak was trembling slightly, the compound potion was gradually invalidating, and the man in the cloak restored its original face. If the students of Hogwarts were here, they would definitely recognize their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at a glance.

Quirrell stepped on the place where Mr. Jack's body was buried, turned around and disappeared.

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