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

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

If Quirrell had known that Albert was struggling with what to do with the magic stone in his hand at the moment, he would probably be so depressed that he would clutch his chest and vomit blood!

In order to increase his success rate in stealing the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell put a lot of effort into gathering intelligence. He finally obtained information about the mechanisms for protecting the Philosopher's Stone from several deans through circumstantial efforts.

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

Quirrell is currently trying hard to plan a way to subdue the three-headed dog from Hagrid, but he is completely defeated by a Greek mythology story that Albert casually mentioned.

To a certain extent, Quirrell was undoubtedly lucky because he had no idea of ​​this.

 …

 It was an April night and the weather was already very hot.

 Before coming to the Pig Head Bar, Quirrell had taken the compound potion in advance.

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

There are always some weird guys coming to the Pig Head Bar. It’s not surprising that there is a weird guy wrapped in a cloak and a hood. Anyway, you can see guys like this occasionally.

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

 It’s a coincidence.

There were no empty tables in the Hog's Head Bar, so Quirrell sat down in the empty seat next to Hagrid. There were 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 for Hagrid's absent-mindedness was that he was looking for him, looking for the wizard who could bring him dragon eggs.

Hagrid has been waiting here for a while and has never found the person. However, he did not forget Albert’s reminder and did not let himself behave strangely.

 When the 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 the three people sat down in Quirrell, they all looked sideways.

Quirrell said hoarsely: "You don't mind letting me join you."

 No one refused and asked Quirrell to join the game.

A few people were playing cards and bragging about their great achievements.

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

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

“If you are interested in anything, you can contact me for a 10% discount.”

The smuggler told them that there was a strange guy who bought a nest of bird and snake eggs from him for a hundred galleons, saying that he wanted to use the yolks of the bird and snake eggs to make a so-called shampoo.

“The guy gave me a bottle, which is said to lock the luster in my hair. I asked him to buy it if I wanted to.” After saying that, the smuggler actually took out a small bottle of shampoo from the suitcase.

 I don’t know why, but when he talked about this, his expression was particularly complicated.

“Shampoo made from the yolk of bird and snake eggs is really luxurious.”

Hagrid's eyes couldn't help but light up when he heard about the egg just now, 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 man next to the smuggler was smoking a cigar and slowly blowing out a big smoke ring, looking like he was enjoying himself.

 The young man looked at the shampoo with great interest, with a faint smile on his lips. He raised his hand and tapped his hair, and asked curiously: "Your hair doesn't look like it's locked in luster."

 In fact, everyone has noticed that the smuggler's hair is really weird, as if it has been chewed by something, which makes people laugh.

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

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

"At that time, I must have been crazy. I actually believed his nonsense about needing to be diluted according to a certain ratio. Damn it!" The smuggler took another sip of wine, and he was obviously a little drunk.

"Would you like one? I'll make sure you feel good after smoking it." 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 in it.” The smuggler reached out to push away the cigar handed over by the young man, and all the cards in his hand were still on the table, and he stood up and left.

 “Do you want it?”

Hagrid and Quirrell both shook their heads and refused.

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

With that said, he also stood 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 had wrapped himself tightly.

This guy kept his face buried in the shadow of his hood, making it difficult for people 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, everything is negotiable."

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

"There are many kinds of vendors, and I have a wider range of coverage. 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 Gamekeeper of Hogwarts." Hagrid took a sip of mead and smacked his mouth. "Everyone who knows me knows this."

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

“I remember that there are many specialties in the Forbidden Forest that are very popular with everyone.” Quirrell asked pretending to be curious.

 “Are you interested in this?”

"Yes, interested." Quirrell replied calmly, "After all, I am a hawker, and I may have time to deal with you."

 The two continued to play cards and chatted about some magical creatures.

In order to successfully get the answer he wanted from Hagrid, Quirrell made great preparations and guided the topic towards magical creatures during the chat.

Quirrell talked about a lot of hunting grounds he had visited, and he was close to Hagrid. He said that the two sides could cooperate in the future and earn Galleons together.

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

"Why are you asking this?" Hagrid's cheeks were already a bit drunk.

"A friend asked me to inquire. Of course, I won't let you tell me this for nothing. As a reward, I can treat you to a drink or give you some galleons." Quirrell bought another bottle of whiskey from the counter. Pour Hagrid a large glass.

"I've always wanted a dragon." Hagrid muttered, not forgetting what he was doing here.

 “A dragon?” Quirrell was very satisfied that things were developing more and more as he expected.

“It’s illegal to raise dragons. As you know, there was a big incident recently. Because of this, a dragon egg fell on my hand and I 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 slightly hazy eyes suddenly sobered up.

 Albert’s prediction is really going to come true.

He could really get a dragon egg today. Just when Hagrid was excited, he quickly thought of Albert's words and said: "If you are willing, I am willing..."

"If you want, we can play cards and bet!" Quirrell said: "If you can beat me ten times, I will give you the dragon egg. If you lose once, give me ten galleons." , No, five Galleons will be fine. Of course, if you lose to me twenty times, it will also belong to you. You know, if I hadn't been so anxious to get rid of it, a dragon egg would have cost more than this."

 “I don’t have that much money on me.” Hagrid said helplessly.

 “The price is already very cheap.”

 “You don’t seem to want it that much?”

"The Ministry of Magic investigates very strictly. If they find out that I have a dragon egg, it will be very bad." Quirrell casually found an excuse and said, "Of course, if you originally wanted to spend Galleons on it, I would. I’d love to sell it to you.”

 “Let’s play cards.”

Hagrid thought about it and agreed.

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

 After Hagrid won five games, Quirrell suddenly said: "By the way, I have to find out whether you have the ability to deal with a dragon."

Hagrid’s face showed surprise and confusion.

"I don't want the dragon to go out and cause trouble, and the Ministry of Magic will eventually find me. After all, I just want to do business and 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 and patted his chest as he assured.

 “What magical creatures have you dealt with?” Quirrell asked while shuffling the cards.

"I once raised thestrals, hippogriffs, and acromancers in the Forbidden Forest. I made friends with centaurs tribes and giant monsters. I could even control a three-headed dog. A dragon can't do anything. A piece of cake…"

"Three-headed dogs, I have heard of this kind of creature. It is said that they are quite dangerous." Quirrell was ecstatic, and all his efforts were finally coming true.

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

“The three-headed dog is actually easy to deal with. You just need to play some music for it and it will fall asleep quickly.”

"play music?"

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

 This is not putting the child to sleep.

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

 (End of this chapter)