The Alchemist of Harry Potter

If Quirrell knew that Albert was struggling with what to do with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, he would probably vomit blood while clutching his chest!

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 was now trying so hard to get the three-headed dog to subdue from Hagrid, but was completely defeated by Albert's casual Greek myth story.

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

...

It was a sweltering night in April.

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

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

The Pig Head Bar is always visited by some eccentric guys, and 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.

Coincidentally.

There were no empty tables at the Pig's Head Bar, so Quirrell sat down in the empty seat beside Hagrid. There were a few people over there, playing cards. Hagrid was also playing cards, but he looked 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 eggs.

Hagrid had been waiting here for a while, and he 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 just wanted to have fun, and it would be a matter of a few xikes to lose a game.

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

Quirrell said hoarsely, "Don't mind me joining."

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

While playing cards, several people boasted of their great achievements.

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

Said that he had just returned 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 Galleons, saying that it was to use the egg yolks of bird snake eggs to make so-called shampoo.

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

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

"The shampoo made from the egg yolk of bird and snake eggs is a luxury."

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, which made him instantly stunned and lost interest.

The young skinny youth by the smuggler is smoking a cigar,

He also slowly blew out a big smoke ring, looking like he was enjoying himself.

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."

In fact, everyone noticed that the smuggler's hair was really weird, as if it had been bitten by something, and it looked very funny.

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

Saying that, 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 a 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 are 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 and pushed aside the cigar handed over by the young man. All the cards in his hand were still on the table, and he got up and left.

"Do you want it?"

Hagrid and Quirrell shook their heads in rejection.

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

Having said that, he also got up and left, preparing to find other customers who are interested in the addition of cigars.

The game was over in the middle of the game, but no one really cared.

"What do you do?"

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

The guy has been burying his face 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, 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. 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 rhetorically, "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 curiously.

"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 continued to play cards, chatting about magical creatures by the way.

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

Quirrell said a lot about the hunting grounds he had been to, and he was close to Hagrid, saying that in the future, the two sides could cooperate and earn money together.

Under Quirrell's questioning, Hagrid 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 bottle of whiskey from the counter. Poured Hagrid a big glass.

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

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

"It's illegal to raise a dragon. You know, there's been a lot of trouble recently. For this reason, a dragon egg is thrown into my hands and can't be sold."

Quirrell made himself sound depressed when he spoke about it.

In fact, he is really depressed now, because he has 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.

He could 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..."

"If you want, we can play cards and gamble!" Quirrell said, "If you can beat me ten times, I'll give you that dragon egg, and if you lose once, give me 10 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."

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

"The price is already cheap."

"You don't seem to want it very 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 want to spend Galleons to buy it, I will I'd love 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.

"Which magical creatures have you dealt with?" Quirrell asked as he shuffled his cards.

"I used to raise nightstrals in the forbidden forest, hippogriffs, eight-eyed giant spiders, and I dealt with centaur tribes and trolls, and even three-headed dogs were able to take care of them. A piece of cake……"

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

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

"The three-headed dog is actually very easy to deal with. You just need to put some music on 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 put the child to sleep.

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