Chapter 471： I don't know if it's a blessing

Chapter 471 I don’t know if it’s a blessing

If Quirrell knew that Albert was struggling with how to deal with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, he would hold his chest and feel depressed until he vomited blood!

In order to improve his success rate of stealing the Sorcerer's Stone, Quirrell spent a lot of time on intelligence gathering, and finally found information about the organization that protects the Sorcerer's Stone from several deans.

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

Quirrell is now painstakingly planning a way to subdue the three-headed dog from Hagrid, but he was completely defeated by Albert's casual Greek mythology.

To some extent, Quirrell is undoubtedly lucky, because he has no knowledge of this.

…

April night, the weather is already very sultry.

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

Not only that, but Quirrell was wearing a cloak and a hood, wrapping himself tightly, as if he was afraid of being recognized by others.

The Pig’s Head Bar is always visited by some weird guys. It’s actually not surprising that there is an extra weird guy with a cloak and a hood all over his body, anyway, such a guy can be seen occasionally.

Quirrell went to the counter, where he asked the bar owner for a bottle of mead, then turned around and looked around the bar, seeing Hagrid sitting in the corner, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Coincidentally.

There were no empty tables in the Pig's Head Bar, so Quirrell sat down in the empty seat next to Hagrid. There were still a few people playing cards there, and Hagrid was also playing cards, but he seemed a little absent-minded.

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

Hagrid has been waiting here for a while, but he still couldn't find that person, but he didn't forget Albert's reminder, and he didn't let himself behave strangely.

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

After Quirrell sat down, the three of them all looked sideways.

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

Everyone didn't refuse, and asked Quirrell to join the game.

Several people were bragging about their great achievements while playing cards.

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

Said that he just came back from India and brought back a lot of 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 nest of bird snake eggs from him for a hundred Galleons, saying that he used the egg yolks of the bird snake eggs to make so-called shampoo.

"That guy gave me a bottle. It is said that it can lock the shine in the hair. If I want it, I can buy it from him." As he said, the smuggler really took out a small bottle of shampoo from his suitcase.

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

"The shampoo made from the egg yolk of a bird snake egg is really luxurious."

When Hagrid heard the egg just now, his eyes couldn't help but light up, but the guy actually took out a bottle of shampoo from the suitcase, which made him instantly stunned and lost interest.

The young and thin youth next to the smuggler was smoking a cigar, and slowly exhaled a big smoke ring, looking very enjoying 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's locked in luster."

As a matter of fact, everyone has noticed that the smuggler's hair is really weird, as if it has been bitten by something, and it makes people want to laugh.

"Because... if this shampoo is not used correctly, it will be dangerous." The smuggler screamed angrily like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

As he spoke, he threw the bottle of shampoo on the ground and stomped it to pieces.

"At that time, I must have been crazy. I actually believed his nonsense, what is the need to dilute according to a certain ratio, what the hell!"

"Would you like to have one, to ensure that you feel good after smoking." The cigar-smoking young man 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 pushed away the cigar handed over by the young man, leaving all the cards in his hand on the table, got up and left.

"Do you want it?"

Both Hagrid and Quirrell shook their heads and refused.

"What a pity." The cigar-smoking young man took another puff, reached out to flip through the cards thrown on the table by the smuggler, and said with a sneer, "As expected, he is a guy who can't afford to lose."

As he spoke, he also got up and left, ready to find other customers who were interested in flavored cigars.

The game broke up in the middle of the game, but no one really cared.

"What do you do?"

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

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

"I'm just a peddler, selling all kinds of things." Quirrell said calmly. "If you need it, I can help you find it. As long as the price is right, we can discuss anything."

"Peddler? Your tone doesn't sound like a peddler would say." Hagrid said in surprise.

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

"Me? I'm the Hogwarts hunting ground guard." Hagrid took a sip of his mead and said, "Everyone 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 conversation in the direction he wanted.

"I remember that there are many special products 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'm a peddler, and I may have a time to deal with you."

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

In order to successfully get the desired answer from Hagrid, Quirrell made a lot of preparations, and even led the topic to magical creatures during the chat.

Quirrell talked a lot about the hunting grounds he had been to, and he got close to Hagrid, saying that the two sides can cooperate in the future, and if Garen can make money together.

Hagrid, under the questioning of Quirrell, talked about the magical creatures he had taken care of, and how to deal with these magical creatures.

"What are you asking these 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. As a reward, I can buy you a drink or give you some Galleons." Quirrell bought another bottle of whiskey from the counter, Poured Hagrid a tall glass.

"I've always wanted a dragon very much." Hagrid muttered softly, not forgetting what he was here for.

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

"Raising dragons is against the law. You know, there has been a lot of trouble recently. Because of this, a dragon egg was thrown on my hands and couldn't be sold."

When talking about it, Quirrell made himself sound depressed.

In fact, he was really depressed now, because he had been sitting here with Hagrid for over an hour.

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

Albert's prediction is really about to come true.

I really can get a dragon egg today. Just when Hagrid was excited, he quickly thought of Albert's words and said, "If you want, I will..."

"If you want, we can play cards for a gamble!" Quirrell said, "If you can beat me ten times, I'll give you the dragon egg, and if you lose once, give me ten Galleons." No, five Galleons will be enough. Of course, if you lose to me twenty times, it will also belong to you, you know, if I am not in a hurry to sell it, a dragon egg will cost more than this."

"I don't have that much money with me." Hagrid said helplessly.

"This price is already very cheap."

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

"The Ministry of Magic is very strict. If they find out that I have a dragon egg, it will be bad luck." Quirrell casually found a reason, "Of course, if you intend to spend Galleons to buy it, I will buy it for you." I'd love to sell it to you."

"Let's play cards."

Hagrid thought about it, and agreed.

They were playing cards and drinking at the same time. There were already a lot of wine bottles on the table, and Hagrid was a little drunk.

After Hagrid won five rounds, Quirrell suddenly said: "By the way, I have to find out whether you are capable of dealing with a dragon."

Hagrid was stunned and puzzled.

"I don't want the dragon to go out and cause trouble, and the Ministry of Magic will find out about me. After all, I just want to do business, and I don't want to cause trouble for myself."

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

"Which magical creatures have you dealt with." Quirrell asked while shuffling the cards.

"I have raised thestrals, hippogriffs, and giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest. I have fought with the centaur tribes and giant monsters. Even the three-headed dog can be subdued. A piece of cake…"

"Three-headed dog, I've heard of this kind of creature, it is said that they are quite dangerous." Quirrell was ecstatic, all his efforts were finally coming true.

"I heard that some wizards have a unique way 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 it can quickly fall asleep.”

"play music?"

Quirrell couldn't believe his ears. The way Hagrid subdued the three-headed dog was by playing music?

This is not putting a child to sleep.

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

(end of this chapter)