If Quirrell knew that Albert was struggling with how to deal with the Philosopher's Stone at the moment, he would probably hold his chest and be so depressed that he would vomit blood!
In order to increase his chances of success in stealing the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell put a lot of effort into gathering intelligence. He finally got information about the mechanism that protected the Philosopher's Stone from several deans through indirect means.
As a result, those so-called magic mechanisms were easily cracked by Albert in just a few moves.
Quirrell was now trying hard to get a way to subdue the three-headed dog from Hagrid, but he was completely defeated by a Greek mythology story that Albert casually told him.
In a way, Quirrell was undoubtedly lucky because he had no idea about this.
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It was an April night and the weather was already very hot and humid.
Before coming to the Hog's Head Bar, Quirrell had taken the compound potion in advance.
Not only that, Quirrell was also wearing a cloak and a hood, wrapping himself tightly, as if he was afraid of being recognized by others.
The Pig's Head Bar is always frequented by some strange guys, so it's not surprising to see a weirdo wrapped in a cloak and a hood, because such guys can be seen occasionally anyway.
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 at the Hog's Head Bar, so Quirrell sat down in the empty seat next to Hagrid. There were a few other people playing cards there. 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, looking for the wizard who could bring him the dragon eggs.
Hagrid had been waiting here for a while and still hadn't found the man, but he didn't forget Albert's reminder and didn't behave strangely.
When the people around him suggested playing cards, Hagrid agreed. After all, everyone was just having fun, and losing a game would only cost a few Sickles.
After Qi Luo sat down, the three of them all turned their heads to look over.
Quirrell said hoarsely, "Do you mind if I join in?"
No one refused and let Quirrell join the game.
While playing cards, several people boasted about their great achievements.
The middle-aged man on Hagrid's left is a smuggler who is bragging about his smuggling achievements to everyone.
He said he had just returned from India and brought back a lot of Asian specialties.
"If you are interested in anything, you can come to me and I will give you a 10% discount."
The smuggler told them that a strange guy bought a nest of bird snake eggs from him for one hundred galleons, saying that he wanted to use the yolks of the bird snake eggs to make so-called shampoo.
"That guy gave me a bottle, saying it can lock the shine of hair, and told me to go buy it from him if I want it." As he said that, the smuggler actually took out a small bottle of shampoo from his suitcase.
I don't know why, but when he talked about this, his expression was particularly complicated.
"Shampoo made from the yolk of bird snake eggs is such a luxury."
When Hagrid heard the word "egg" just now, his eyes lit up, but then the guy actually took out a bottle of shampoo from his suitcase, which stunned him and made him lose interest.
The thin young man next to the smuggler was smoking a cigar and slowly blowing out a big smoke ring, looking like he was enjoying it.
The young man looked at the shampoo with interest, a faint smile on his face, raised his hand and tapped his hair, and asked curiously: "Your hair doesn't look like it has locked in luster."
In fact, everyone noticed that the smuggler's hair was indeed very strange, as if it had been chewed by something, which made people want to laugh.
"Because... this shampoo can be dangerous if not used correctly." The smuggler screamed angrily, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
As he said that, he threw the bottle of shampoo on the ground and stomped it to pieces.
"At that time, I must have been crazy. I actually believed his nonsense. What did he mean by dilution according to a certain ratio? It was ridiculous!" The smuggler took another big gulp of wine and was obviously a little drunk.
"Would you like to have one? I guarantee you'll feel great after smoking it." The cigar-smoking young man handed a cigar to the smuggler with a smile, "Since you're in a bad mood, I'll give you a 20% discount today."
"Don't think I don't know that you added something in it." The smuggler reached out and pushed away the cigar handed to him by the young man, threw all the cards in his hand on the table, stood up and left.
"Do you want it?"
Hagrid and Quirrell both shook their heads in rejection.
“What a pity.” The young man who was smoking a cigar took another puff, reached out to flip the cards that the smuggler had thrown on the table, and sneered, “Sure enough, he’s just a guy who can’t afford to lose.”
Having said that, he also stood up and left, ready to look for other customers who were interested in flavored cigars.
The game broke up halfway through, but no one really cared.
"What do you do?"
Hagrid curiously asked the man next to him who was wrapped himself tightly.
The guy kept his face buried 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 calmly. "If you need something, I can help you find it. As long as the price is right, everything can be negotiated."
"Hawker? That doesn't sound like something a hawker would say," said Hagrid in surprise.
"There are many kinds of vendors, and I cover a wider range. As long as the price is right, everything can be negotiated." Quirrell poured a glass of wine for himself and Hagrid, and asked, "What about you?"
"Me? I'm the gamekeeper at Hogwarts." Hagrid took a big sip of mead and smacked his lips. "Everyone who knows me knows that."
"Hunting grounds? I deal with a lot of hunting grounds, you know, they occasionally sell some interesting things." Quirrell was happy to lead the topic in the direction he wanted.
"I remember that there are many specialties in the Forbidden Forest that are very popular among everyone." Quirrell asked with pretended curiosity.
"You're interested in that?"
"Yes, I am," Quirrell replied calmly. "After all, I am a peddler, and perhaps there will be a time when I may have something to do with you."
The two continued playing cards and chatted about some magical creatures.
In order to successfully get the answer he wanted from Hagrid, Quirrell made a lot of preparations and even steered the topic towards magical creatures during the chat.
Quirrell talked about a lot of hunting grounds he had been to, and tried to get close to Hagrid, saying that they could cooperate in the future and make money together in Galleons.
Under Quirrell's questioning, Hagrid told him about the magical creatures he had taken care of and how he dealt with them.
"Why are you asking these questions?" Hagrid's cheeks were already a little drunk.
"A friend asked me to find out. 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 and poured Hagrid a large glass.
"I've always wanted a dragon," muttered Hagrid, not 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, as you know. Recently, there was a big incident. Because of this, I have a dragon egg that I can't sell."
Quirrell made himself sound depressed when he talked about this.
In fact, he was indeed very depressed now, because he had been sitting here with Hagrid for more than an hour.
"Dragon eggs!" Hagrid's slightly hazy eyes suddenly cleared up.
Albert's prediction is really coming true.
I can 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 to..."
"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 enough. Of course, if you lose to me twenty times, it will also belong to you. You know, if I am not in a hurry to get rid of it, a dragon egg will cost more than this price."
"I don't have that much money on me." Hagrid said helplessly.
“This price is already very 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, I will be in big trouble." Quirrell made up an excuse. "Of course, if you are willing to pay for it with Galleons, I am happy to sell it to you."
"Let's play cards."
Hagrid thought about it and agreed.
They were playing cards and drinking at the same time. There were already quite a few wine 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 showed surprise and confusion.
"I don't want the dragon to run out and cause trouble, and then the Ministry of Magic will find me. After all, I just want to do business, not get myself into trouble."
"Don't worry, I'm good at dealing with these ferocious beasts." Hagrid drank half a glass of beer in one breath and assured him, patting his chest.
"What magical creatures have you come into contact with?" Quirrell asked as he shuffled the cards.
"I have raised thestrals, hippogriffs, and giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest. I have fought against centaurs and trolls. I can even control a three-headed dog. A dragon is nothing..."
"Three-headed dog, I've heard of this creature, and it's said that they are quite dangerous." Quirrell was ecstatic. All his efforts were finally going to come 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. Hagrid's way of subduing the three-headed dog was to play music
This is not about putting a child to sleep.
At this moment, Qi Luo felt that he was not feeling well.