Chapter 470： I dont know it is blessing (1/2)

If Quirrell knew that Albert was struggling with how to deal with the Philosopher's Stone at the moment, he would be holding his chest depressed and vomiting blood!

In order to increase the success rate of stealing the Philosopher’s Stone, Quirrell didn’t bother to collect information, and finally got the information about the mechanism to protect the Philosopher’s Stone from several deans.

As a result, those so-called magic organs were easily cracked by Albert just now.

Quirrell is now painstakingly planning to obtain a way to subdue the three-headed dog from Hagrid, and he is completely defeated by a Greek mythical story that Albert casually said.

To some extent, Quirrell is undoubtedly lucky, because he has no idea about it.

……

On the night of April, the weather was already very sultry.

Before coming to the pig’s head bar, Quirrell had taken the compound medicine in advance.

Not only that, but Quirrell also wore a cloak and a hood, wrapping himself up tightly, with a look for fear of being recognized by others.

There are always some weird guys in the pig's head bar. There is an odd guy with a cloak and a hood, which is actually not surprising. Anyway, such guys can occasionally be seen.

Quirrell walked to the counter, where he asked the barkeeper for a bottle of mead, then turned around and looked around the bar, and saw Hagrid sitting in the corner, his eyes narrowed.

is a coincidence.

There were no more tables in the pig's head bar, so Quirrell sat down in the empty seat beside Hagrid. There were a few people over there, playing cards, and Hagrid was playing cards, but it seemed to be absent.

Quirrell naturally didn't know. The reason Hagrid was absent was that he was looking for him, the wizard who could send him the dragon egg.

Hagrid has been waiting here for a while, but he has not found the person, but he has not forgotten Albert's reminder, and he has not acted strangely.

When the people around him proposed to play cards, Hagrid also agreed. Anyway, everyone had fun, and it was just a matter of losing a game.

After the three of them sat down in Quirrell, they all looked over.

Quirrell said hoarsely, ”Don't mind letting me join.”

Everyone did not refuse, so Quirrell also joined the game.

While playing cards, a few people brag about their achievements.

The middle-aged man on the left hand side of Hagrid is a smuggler, and he is telling everyone about his smuggling deeds.

said that he had just returned from India and brought back many Asian specialties.

”If you are interested in anything, you can find me, 10% discount.”

The smuggler told them that there was a strange guy who bought a litter of bird and snake eggs from him for a hundred gallons, saying that it was to make the so-called shampoo from the yolk of bird and snake eggs.

”That guy gave me a bottle. It is said that it can lock my hair and let me buy it if I want it.” After that, the smuggler really took out a small bottle of shampoo from his suitcase.

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

”The shampoo made from the yolk of the bird and snake egg is really luxurious.”

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, making him instantly stunned and losing interest.

The young and thin young man next to the smuggler was smoking a cigar, and slowly vomiting a big smoke ring, looking like he enjoyed it.

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 is locked in gloss.”

In fact, everyone has noticed that the smuggler’s hair is really weird, as if it has been bitten by something, and it seems to make people want to laugh.

”Because... if this shampoo is not used correctly, it will be dangerous.” The smuggler screamed angrily like a cat with its tail trampled on.

said, he threw the bottle of shampoo on the ground, raised his foot and trampled it to the ground.

”At that time, I must be crazy, I would believe his nonsense, what does it mean to be diluted according to a certain ratio, what a hell!” The smuggler took another sip of wine, obviously a bit drunk.

”Would you like one to make sure you feel comfortable after smoking.” The young cigar smoker smiled and handed out a cigar to the smuggler. ”Seeing you are in a bad mood, I will give you a 20% discount today.”

”Don't think I don't know, you have added something in it.” The smuggler reached out the cigar handed by the youth, all the cards in his hand were still on the table, and got up and left.

”Do you want it?”

Hagrid and Quirrell both shook their heads and refused.

”It's a pity.” The young cigar smoker took another sip, reached out to look through the cards thrown on the table by the smuggler, and sneered: ”Sure enough, he is a guy who can't afford to lose.”

said, he also got up and left, ready to find other customers interested in adding 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 had wrapped himself tightly.