Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 470: I don’t know if it’s a blessing

If Quirrell knew that Albert was struggling with what to do with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand at the moment, he would probably hold his chest in depression and vomit blood!

In order to improve his success rate in stealing the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell put a lot of effort into intelligence gathering, and finally found out information about the organization protecting the Philosopher's Stone from several deans.

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

Quirrell's painstaking plan to obtain a three-headed dog from Hagrid was completely defeated by Albert's casual Greek myth.

Quirrell was unquestionably lucky in a way, because he didn't know about it.

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April night, the weather is already very sultry.

Before coming to the Hog's Head, Quirrell had taken a compound potion.

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

The Hog's Head Bar is always visited by some eccentric guys. There is an extra guy with a cloak and a hood, which is actually not surprising. Anyway, such guys can be seen occasionally.

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

It's a coincidence.

There were no empty tables at the Hog's Head Bar, so Quirrell sat down next to Hagrid. There were a few people over there, playing cards. Hagrid was playing cards too, but he looked a little absent-minded.

Naturally, Quirrell 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 eggs.

Hagrid had been waiting here for a while and never found the man, but he didn't forget Albert's reminder and didn't let himself act weird.

When the people around him proposed to play cards, Hagrid agreed. Anyway, everyone was just trying to have fun, and losing a game was only a matter of a few cents.

After Quirrell sat down, the three all looked sideways.

Quiere said hoarsely, "You don't mind letting me join."

Everyone did not refuse, and asked Quirrell to join the game.

Several people brag about their achievements while playing cards.

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

Said that he just came back from India and brought back a lot of 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 snake eggs from him for a hundred gallons, saying it was to use the egg yolks to make so-called shampoo.

"The guy gave me a bottle, which is said to lock the luster in my hair, so I can buy it from him if I want." With that, the smuggler actually took out a small bottle of shampoo from the suitcase.

I don't know why, but he said this with a very complicated expression on his face.

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

Hagrid's eyes lit up when he heard the egg just now, but the guy took out a bottle of shampoo from his suitcase, which made him instantly stunned and lost interest.

The young and thin young man next to the smuggler was smoking a cigar and slowly exhaling a large ring of smoke, looking like he was enjoying it.

The young man looked at the shampoo with interest, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to tap 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 looks very funny.

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

Speaking, he threw the bottle of shampoo on the ground and stepped on it to smash it.

"At that time, I must have been crazy to believe his nonsense, what is it that needs to be diluted according to a certain ratio, what the hell!" The smuggler took another gulp of wine, obviously a little drunk.

"Would you like one to make sure you feel good after you smoke it." The young man who smoked a cigar smiled and handed out a cigar to the smuggler, "Seeing if you're in a bad mood, I'll give you a 20% discount today."

"Don't think I don't know, you added something in it." The smuggler stretched out his hand to poke the cigar handed over by the young man, all the cards in his hand were still on the table, and got up and left.

"Do you want it?"

Hagrid and Quirrell shook their heads in rejection.

"It's a pity." The young man smoking the cigar took another sip, reached out and turned over the cards thrown by the smugglers on the table, and sneered: "Sure enough, he's a guy who can't afford to lose."

Speaking, he also got up and left, ready to find other customers who were interested in topped cigars.

The game is over halfway through, but no one really cares.

"What do you do?"

Hagrid asked curiously the man next to him who was wrapping himself tightly.

This guy has been hiding his face in the shadow of his hood, making it impossible to see his appearance.

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

"The peddler? You don't sound like a peddler would say," Hagrid said in surprise.

"There are also many kinds of hawkers, but I have a wide range. As long as the price is right, everything is negotiable." Quirrell poured himself and Hagrid a glass of wine, and asked back, "How about you?"

"Me? I'm the Hogwarts gamekeeper." 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, and they occasionally sell some interesting stuff." Quirrell was happy to steer the conversation in the direction he wanted.

"I remember that there are quite a few 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'm a peddler, and there may be times when I'll deal with you."

The two continue to play cards, chatting a bit about magical creatures by the way.

In order to successfully get the answer he wanted from Hagrid, Quirrell made a lot of preparations, and led the topic to magical creatures when chatting.

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

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

"What are you asking about?" 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. In return, I can buy you a drink or give you some Galleons." Quirrell bought another one from the counter. A bottle of whisky and poured a big glass for Hagrid.

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

"A dragon?" Quirrell was satisfied that things were going more and more the way he expected.

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

Quirrell made himself sound depressed when he spoke about it.

Actually, he's really depressed now, because he's been sitting here with Hagrid for over an hour.

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

Albert's prophecy is really coming true.

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

"We can play cards if you want!" Quirrell said, "If you can beat me ten times, I'll give you that dragon egg, and if you lose once, give me ten Galleons, no, five Galleons is fine. Of course, if you lose to me twenty times, it's yours too, you know, if I wasn't in a hurry to get rid of it, a dragon egg would cost more than that."

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

"The price is already 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 ~IndoMTL.com~ Of course, if you want to add If Long buys it, I'd be more than 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 quite a few bottles on the table, and Hagrid was a little drunk.

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

Hagrid's face was stunned and puzzled.

"I don't want the dragon to go out and make trouble, and the Ministry of Magic finally finds me on the 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 assured.

"What magical creatures have you dealt with," Quirrell asked as he shuffled the deck.

"I used to keep the nightstrals in the forbidden forest, hippogriffs, eight-eyed spiders, and I dealt with centaur tribes and trolls, and even three-headed dogs were obedient. A dragon is nothing at all..."

"Three-headed dogs, I've heard of these creatures, and they're said to be quite dangerous." Quirrell was ecstatic that all his efforts were finally coming to fruition.

"I've heard that some wizards have a unique way of subduing three-headed dogs," Quirrell asked curiously. "How did you do it?"

"The three-headed dog is actually quite easy to deal with, you just need to put some music on it and it will quickly fall asleep."

"Play music?"

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

This is not coaxing the child to sleep.

At this moment, Quirrell felt bad about himself.