Hermione gestured in the direction of the curtains.
It's still afternoon, but all the curtains are drawn tightly.
Harry and Ron both nodded.
"It's me! Harry, Ron and Hermione."
"Oh, it's you, come in quickly!"
Hagrid opened the door and let them in, then quickly turned around and closed the door.
It was suffocatingly hot in the hut.
It was already April, but there was still a roaring fire burning in the cabin's fireplace.
"Hagrid, can we open a window? I'm so hot," Harry said.
"Can't, Harry, I'm sorry."
Hagrid said.
Harry noticed him glancing towards the fireplace, and he turned back to look at the fire.
"Hagrid, what is that?"
In fact, he already knew.
In the center of the fire, under the kettle, lay a large black egg.
That's a fire dragon egg!
"Uh, that's..."
Hagrid said, twirling his beard uneasily.
"Where did you get it, Hagrid?"
Ron said, squatting by the fire and looking at the fire dragon egg more carefully.
"It must have cost you a lot of money!"
"Earn it!"
Hagrid said.
"Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. To be honest, the man was probably just dying to get away from it."
Won it?
Harry was keenly aware of something amiss.
What Hagrid wants most is a fire dragon, and a stranger happens to have a fire dragon egg in his pocket?
How many people walk around with dragon eggs all day long?
That's against wizarding law!
Thinking of this, he asked quickly.
"Hagrid, do you remember what the stranger you played cards with looked like that night?"
"have no idea."
Hagrid shook his head casually.
"He wouldn't take off his cloak."
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw the shocked expressions on the faces of Harry and the other three.
"What's so strange about this? The Pig's Head Bar is the bar in Hogsmeade. There are always some weird guys coming there. Maybe that guy is a fire dragon vendor. I never saw his face clearly.
He's wearing a hood."
There is a problem!
There is definitely a problem!
Harry asked immediately.
"What did you say to him then? Hagrid, did you mention Hogwarts?"
"Perhaps you mentioned it?"
Hagrid frowned and tried to remember.
"That's right! He asked me what I did for a living, so I told him I was a gamekeeper here. He asked a little bit more about the animals I looked after, so I told him, and then I said I'd always wanted to
A fire dragon..."
"Later... I don't remember clearly. He kept buying me drinks and asked me to think about it... Oh right! Then he said he had a fire dragon egg in his hand. If I wanted it, we could play with it.
Let’s bet on cards.”
"But he had to find out whether I had the ability to deal with this fire dragon. He didn't want the fire dragon to run out and cause trouble! So I told him that I can even take care of Lu Wei, and a fire dragon is nothing at all.
…”
"Does he seem... to be very interested in Lu Wei?"
Harry tried his best to keep his tone calm.
"Yes! It's quite interesting. How many three-headed dogs can you meet, even near Hogwarts? So I told him that Fluffy is actually very easy to deal with. You just need to know how to make him quiet.
Come down and play some music for it, and it will fall asleep immediately..."
A look of horror suddenly appeared on Hagrid's face.
"I shouldn't have told you this!"
He blurted out.
"Forget what I said!"
Before he noticed, he had already told a stranger how to deal with Lu Wei!
"Hey! Where are you going?"
Harry had already hurriedly ran out.
Hermione also heard something from the conversation just now and followed closely behind Harry.
Ron was a little confused, but they both left, and he quickly followed them.
"Harry, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Ron asked as he ran.
"The hooded stranger is probably Snape! Now that he knows how to get past Fluffy, he will definitely steal the Philosopher's Stone!" Harry explained.
"Let's go find Dumbledore!"
Hermione spoke.
"As long as we tell Dumbledore about Hagrid, he will believe us!"
There was a trace of hesitation on Harry's face.
He was actually more inclined to catch Snape by himself, but he thought about the gap between him and Snape.
"Okay! Let's go find Dumbledore!"
But.
Where is Dumbledore's office?
The three people who had already run into the foyer stopped.
They looked around hoping to see a sign pointing them in the direction.
No one had ever told them where Dumbledore lived, and they didn't know anyone who had ever been taken to see the Headmaster.
Sudden.
A voice came from the other end of the hall.
"What are you three doing in the house?"
It's Professor McGonagall.
In her arms she held a large stack of books.
"We want to see Professor Dumbledore!"
Hermione stood up.
"Want to meet Professor Dumbledore?"
Professor McGonagall frowned slightly.
This kind of thinking is not common.
"Why?"
"This, this is a secret."
Ron was very nervous and said tremblingly.
Too bad!
Hermione and Harry realized something was wrong the moment they heard Ron finish.
really.
After hearing Ron's words, Professor McGonagall's nostrils involuntarily twitched.
This is a sign of her anger.
"Dumbledore left ten minutes ago."
She said coldly.
"He received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and flew to London."
"He's gone?"
Hermione's face was extremely anxious.
"At this time?"
"Professor Dumbledore is a very great wizard, he has many things to do every day, and his time is precious..."
"But this matter is very important!"
"Is what you have to say more important than the Ministry of Magic?"
Hermione was silent, she didn't know what to say.
But at this time.
Harry stood up.
"That's right, Professor, it's about the Philosopher's Stone..."
Snap!
The book in Professor McGonagall's arms fell to the floor with a clatter, but she did not pick it up.
She stared at the three of them closely.
"How do you know?"
"Professor, I think, and I know Snape, someone is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone! I must talk to Professor Dumbledore."
Harry thought about his words, but finally did not mention Snape.
He is worried.
No.
He knew Professor McGonagall would not believe it!
Compared to telling Snape, a stranger is more trustworthy.
Professor McGonagall looked at him with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.