Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

It is clear that teachers want their students to be top students, or assume that students are top students.

After that game, teaching went into the final sprint with a ton of homework assignments, and the Easter break was nowhere near as fun as it was at Christmas. With Hermione reciting the Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood, or practicing the movements of her wand, it's hard to rest easy.

The only good thing is that Ryan drew Hermione's main firepower. He looks tired now because he's constantly absorbing what he's learned in the grocery store in addition to what he's learning in class.

For example, he sat in front of the fireplace in the lounge every day, using the excuse of the mysterious inheritance from the East to feel the pulse of the curious classmates. Fortunately, Ryan was only 11 years old, so he was exempted from being used as a pervert who took the opportunity to eat tofu.

Beyond that, Ryan was still trying to keep up with Hermione's progress. This is good news for Harry and Ron, because with Ryan taking the initiative to top the tank, Hermione won't have time to pay too much attention to them.

But the teachers assigned a lot of homework, so they had to spend most of their free time in the library, sighing and yawning, trying their best to complete the heavy homework.

"I'll never remember this." One afternoon, Ron couldn't take it anymore. He threw his quill away and stared at the forget-me-not blue sky outside the window. It was a very nice weather, but homework. So that they can only squat in the library.

Harry was just burying his head in looking for "white fresh" in A Thousand Wonderful Herbs and Fungi, when suddenly he heard Ron say, "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?"

Hagrid stepped over and hid something behind him. He looked out of place in his moleskin coat.

"Just look at it," said Hagrid, his voice dodging and intriguing at once. "What are you doing here?" He suddenly looked suspicious. "Still looking for Nicole Lemay, isn't it?"

"Oh, we figured out who he was hundreds of years ago," said Ron triumphantly. "We also knew what the dog was guarding, the Philosopher's Stone—"

"Shh—" Hagrid added, "listen—come to me later, remember, I didn't promise to tell you anything, but don't rant here, there are things students shouldn't know. They'll think I told you-"

"See you later, then," said Harry.

Hagrid kicked away.

Ryan was disturbed by the movement here. He raised his head and looked at Hagrid suspiciously.

Because in his impression, Hagrid is not a person who likes to read, especially the library is basically insulated from Hagrid. Plus he remembered something was about to happen, so he decided to check out what book Hagrid was reading.

After a few minutes, Ryan threw a pile of books on the table, startling Hermione, who was buried in writing.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked angrily, and Harry and Ron looked at Ryan in confusion.

"Dragon!" murmured Lane, "Hagrid is looking for information on dragons! Check out these: Species of Dragons in Great Britain and Ireland, From Hatching to Nirvana, A Guide to Raising Dragons. I don't know. Why is he looking at this, did he really get a dragon?"

"It's impossible," said Ron. "The 1709 Wizards Convention officially passed a law banning dragons, and everyone knows that. If we keep dragons in our back garden, it's going to be very difficult. Don't let the Muggles notice us - and it's very dangerous for you to tame them. You should really see all those burns on Charlie's body, all of them from Romanian wild dragons. More Don't say that live dragons and dragon eggs are strictly regulated products, even if there are real ones on the black market, it's not something that a ranger like Hagrid can afford."

"Hagrid always wanted a dragon,

That's what he told me the first time I saw him, maybe he could actually get a dragon. ' said Harry.

"Then what is Hagrid trying to do?" asked Hermione, confused by the boys' discussion.

"I think it's better to ask, it's not much use for us to guess here." Ryan finally concluded.

An hour later, they knocked on the door of the gamekeeper's hut. They were surprised to find that all the curtains were drawn tightly. Ryan felt that this was a bit of a mystery. After all, with the height of the windows in Hagrid's house and the ambiguity of the glass, as long as the windows were closed, people outside would not be able to see anything. Closing the curtains would make people suspicious.

Hagrid called out "Who?" before letting them in, then quickly turned around and closed the door.

The hut was suffocatingly hot. In spite of such a warm sunny day, there was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Hagrid poured them tea and ferret sandwiches, which they politely declined.

After that, Harry began to think of ways to fit Hagrid's words, trying to figure out what the guardian of the Philosopher's Stone was.

Under Hermione's slightly childish tout, Hagrid told everyone that every professor had set up a mechanism inside. It's just that in Lane's view, these things were revealed by Hagrid on purpose. Although he is big, he gives a simple and honest feeling. But he's a man in his 60s anyway. Based on Hagrid's life experience, it is absolutely impossible for a first-year student to easily confuse him.

Sure enough, this should be Dumbledore's savior cultivation plan. It's just that in the original world, Dumbledore probably thought Quirrell just wanted to steal or was instructed to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but he didn't expect Voldemort to stick it on the back of Quirrell's head. Otherwise, with Dumbledore's character, he would not risk Harry Potter to face the final boss directly after being met by Voldemort.

When Harry and the others' questioning of Hagrid came to an end, Ryan pretended to be curious and pointed to a big black egg lying under the kettle in the center of the fire and asked Hagrid, "What is this? Eat Is it?"

Hagrid looked a little uneasy, and he said evasively, "That's- oh..."

"This is a Class A restricted trade item stipulated by the Ministry of Magic." Ron crouched beside the fire, scrutinizing the large egg more closely.

"And it's something that will soon become an S-type item." Ryan took a closer look and then said.

"What?" Harry was a little confused, wondering what riddles Ron and Ryan were playing.

Ryan saw the confusion on Hermione and Harry's faces and explained:

"In the Ministry of Magic's dangerous goods classification, dragon eggs are Class A controlled substances, while live fire dragons are Class S."

"How?" Harry exclaimed. "Every student has a pair of dragon leather gloves, and an ounce of dragon liver only needs one Galleon. How can such a common thing be so strictly controlled?"

"It's very simple, most of the dragon products on the market are dragon blood dragons." After that, Ron turned his head to look at Hagrid.

"It must have cost you a lot of money!"

"Won it," said Hagrid. "Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. Honestly, he probably just wanted to get rid of it."

Looking at Hagrid's blushing face, Ryan felt that this was a new trouble.