If Quirrell had known that Albert was struggling with what to do with the magic stone in his hand, 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, and finally obtained information about the mechanisms that protected the Philosopher's Stone from several deans through cunning deception.
As a result, those so-called magic mechanisms were easily cracked by Albert just now.
Quirrell is now trying hard to plan a way to subdue the three-headed dog from Hagrid, but he is completely defeated by Albert's casual Greek mythology story.
To some extent, Quirrell was undoubtedly lucky because he had no idea about this.
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The April night was already very hot.
Before coming to the Pig's Head Bar, Quirrell had taken the compound potion.
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 visiting the Pig's 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 barkeeper 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.
What 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 distracted.
Naturally, Quirrell didn't know that the reason for Hagrid's absent-mindedness was that he was looking for him, the wizard who could bring him dragon eggs.
Hagrid has been waiting here for a while and still hasn't found the person, but he didn't forget Albert's reminder and didn't 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 turned their heads and looked over.
Quirrell said hoarsely: "You don't mind letting me join you."
No one refused and asked Quirrell to join the game.
Several people were playing cards and bragging about their great achievements.
The middle-aged man on Hagrid's left was a smuggler, and he was bragging about his smuggling exploits to everyone.
He said that he had just returned from India and brought back many Asian specialties.
"If you are interested in anything, you can contact me and I will get 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 so-called shampoo.
"The guy gave me a bottle. It is said that it can lock the luster of 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 yolks of bird and snake eggs is really luxurious."
When Hagrid heard about eggs 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 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 has 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 swig of wine and was obviously a little drunk.
"Would you like one? I'll make sure you feel good after smoking it." The young man who smoked cigars 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, all the cards in his hand were still on the table, 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 just a guy who can't afford to lose."
With that said, he 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 hawker, 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 discussed."
"Hawker? Your tone doesn't sound like what a hawker would say." Hagrid said in surprise.
"There are many kinds of hawkers, but mine covers a wider range. 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 it in his mouth. "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 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 to deal with you."
The two continued to play cards and chatted about some magical creatures.
In order to successfully get the answers he wanted from Hagrid, Quirrell made great preparations and even 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.
Under Quirrell's questioning, Hagrid 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 ask. 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 in a low voice without 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. You know, something happened that made a big fuss recently. Because of this, a dragon egg fell on my hand and I couldn't sell it."
Quirrell made himself sound depressed when he talked about it.
In fact, he was really depressed now because he had been sitting here with Hagrid for more than an hour.
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 a night turtle, a hippogriff, and an acrosantula in the Forbidden Forest. I made friends with centaurs and giant monsters. I could even control a three-headed dog. A dragon can't even do that."
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 very 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.