If Quirrell knew that Albert was struggling with how to deal with the Philosopher's Stone at the moment, he would be holding his chest depressed and vomiting blood!

In order to increase the success rate of stealing the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell didn't bother to collect information, and finally got the information about the mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone from several deans.

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

Quirrell is now painstakingly planning to obtain a way to subdue the three-headed dog from Hagrid, and he is completely defeated by a Greek mythical story that Albert casually said.

To some extent, Quirrell is undoubtedly lucky, because he has no idea about it.

On the night of April, the weather was already very sultry.

Before coming to the pig's head bar, Quirrell had taken the compound medicine in advance.

Not only that, but Quirrell also wore a cloak and a hood, wrapping himself up tightly, with a look for fear of being recognized by others.

There are always some weird guys in the pig's head bar. There is an odd guy with a cloak and a hood, which is actually not surprising. Anyway, such guys can occasionally be seen.

Quirrell walked to the counter, where he asked the barkeeper for a bottle of mead, then turned around and looked around the bar, and saw Hagrid sitting in the corner, his eyes narrowed.

is a coincidence.

There were no more tables in the pig's head bar, so Quirrell sat down in the empty seat beside Hagrid. There were a few people over there, playing cards, and Hagrid was playing cards, but it seemed to be absent.

Quirrell naturally didn't know. The reason Hagrid was absent was that he was looking for him, the wizard who could send him the dragon egg.

Hagrid has been waiting here for a while, but he has not found the person, but he has not forgotten Albert's reminder, and he has not acted strangely.

When the people around him proposed to play cards, Hagrid also agreed. Anyway, everyone had fun, and it was just a matter of losing a game.

After the three of them sat down in Quirrell, they all looked over.

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

Everyone did not refuse, so Quirrell also joined the game.

While playing cards, a few people brag about their achievements.

The middle-aged man on the left hand side of Hagrid is a smuggler, and he is telling everyone about his smuggling deeds.

said that he had just returned from India and brought back many Asian specialties.

"If you are interested in anything, you can find me, 10% discount."

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

"That guy gave me a bottle. It is said that it can lock my hair and let me buy it if I want it." After that, the smuggler really took out a small bottle of shampoo from his suitcase.

I don't know why, but when he talked about it, his expression on his face was extremely complicated.

"The shampoo made from the yolk of the bird and 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 the suitcase, making him instantly stunned and losing interest.

The young and thin young man next to the smuggler was smoking a cigar, and slowly vomiting a big smoke ring, looking like he enjoyed it.

The young man looked at the shampoo with interest, with 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 is locked in gloss."

In fact, everyone has noticed that the smuggler's hair is really weird, as if it has been bitten by something, and it seems to make people want to laugh.

"Because... if this shampoo is not used correctly, it will be dangerous." The smuggler screamed angrily like a cat with its tail trampled on.

said, he threw the bottle of shampoo on the ground, raised his foot and trampled it to the ground.

"At that time, I must be crazy, I would believe his nonsense, what does it mean to be diluted according to a certain ratio, what a hell!" The smuggler took another sip of wine, obviously a bit drunk.

"Would you like one to make sure you feel comfortable after smoking." The young cigar smoker smiled and handed out a cigar to the smuggler. "Seeing you are in a bad mood, I will give you a 20% discount today."

"Don't think I don't know, you have added something in it." The smuggler reached out the cigar handed by the youth, all the cards in his hand were still on the table, and got up and left.

"Do you want it?"

Hagrid and Quirrell both shook their heads and refused.

"It's a pity." The young cigar smoker took another sip, reached out to look through the cards thrown on the table by the smuggler, and sneered: "Sure enough, he is a guy who can't afford to lose."

said, he also got up and left, ready to find other customers interested in adding cigars.

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

"what do you do?"

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

This guy keeps his face buried in the shadow of his hood, making it difficult to see his appearance.

"I'm just a peddler, selling all kinds of things." Quirrell said calmly. "If you need it, I can find it for you. As long as the price is right, everything can be discussed."

"Vendor? Your tone is not like what a vendor would say." Hagrid said in surprise.

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

"Me? I'm the Hogwarts hunting ground guard." Hagrid took a sip of mead and said, "Anyone who knows me knows this."

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

"I remember that there are many specialties in the Forbidden Forest that are very popular with everyone." Quirrell asked curiously.

"Are you interested in this?"

"Yes, I'm interested." Quirrell replied calmly, "After all, I am a peddler, and maybe I will deal with you."

The two continued to play cards and talked about some magical creatures by the way.

In order to successfully get the answers he wanted from Hagrid, Quirrell made no little preparations, and led the topic towards magical creatures when chatting.

Quirrell talked about a lot of hunting grounds he had visited, and he was close to Hagrid, saying that the two sides could cooperate in the future, and if Kanon made money together.

Hagrid, under Quill's questioning, talked about the magical creatures he had taken care of, and the ways to deal with these magical creatures.

"What do you ask these for?" Hagrid's cheek was already a bit drunk.

"A friend asked me to inquire. Of course, I won't let you tell me this in vain. As a reward, I can buy you a drink or give you some gallons." Quirrell bought a bottle of whiskey from the counter. Pour a large glass for Hagrid.

"I always wanted a dragon in particular." Hagrid did not forget what he was doing here, and muttered softly.

"One dragon?" Quirrell was satisfied that things were developing more and more according to his expectations.

"It's illegal to raise dragons. You know, there has been a lot of trouble recently. For this reason, a dragon egg fell in my hand and couldn't sell it."

When talking about this, Quirrell made himself sound depressed.

In fact, he is indeed very depressed now, because he has been sitting here with Hagrid for more than an hour.

"Dragon Egg!" Hagrid's dim eyes instantly woke up.

Albert's prediction is really about to come true.

I can really get a dragon egg today. Just as Hagrid was excited about it, he quickly thought of Albert's words and said, "If you meant it, I meant it..."

"If you want, we can play cards and gamble!" Quirrell said: "If you can beat me ten times, I will give you that dragon egg, if you lose once, give me 10 gallons. , No, five gallons would be fine. Of course, if you lose to me twenty times, it belongs to you, you know, if it weren't for me to get rid of it, a dragon egg would cost more than this."

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

"The price is already very cheap."

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

"The Ministry of Magic is very strict. If they find out that I have a dragon egg, it will be unlucky." Quirrell casually found a reason, "Of course, if you originally bought it from Jialong, I would I am willing to sell it to you."

"Let's play cards."

Hagrid thought about it and agreed.

They were playing cards and drinking. There were already a lot of wine bottles on the table. Hagrid was a little drunk~www.mtlnovel.com~ After Hagrid won five games, Quirrell suddenly said, "Yes. Now, I have to figure out if you have the ability to deal with a dragon."

Hagrid was surprised and puzzled.

"I don't want the dragon to run out to cause trouble, and the Ministry of Magic finally found me on my head. After all, I just want to do business and I don't want to cause trouble for myself."

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

"Which magical creatures have you dealt with?" Quirrell asked as she shuffled the cards.

"I used to raise eagles overnight in the forbidden forest. The eagle-headed horse has wings and eight-eyed giant spiders. I have dealt with the horse tribes and giants. Even the three-headed dog can control and obediently. A piece of cake"

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

"I heard that some wizards have unique ways to subdue the three-headed dog." Quirrell asked curiously, "How did you do it?"

"The three-headed dog is actually very easy to deal with. You just need to play some music to it, and you can make it fall asleep quickly."

"play music?"

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

This is not to coax the child to sleep.

At this moment, Quirrell felt that he was not well.