Connor's Hogwarts

In the case of insufficient personal ability, he could only learn as much as possible about his enemy, so he thought of getting a solution to the dog from Hagrid.

After inquiring from the bar that Hagrid had always wanted a dragon, Quirrell had a new plan. He planned to exchange a dragon egg from Hagrid for a secret.

And he just happens to know where the wild dragons are

"knockturn aey. knockturn alley"

Knockturn Alley is another shopping area in London besides Diagon Alley. Many materials related to black magic can be bought here, which is equivalent to the gray trading area of ​​the British wizarding world.

Quirrell, dressed in black and wearing a hood to cover up his content, came here. After going around, he entered an inconspicuous shop with a crow logo printed on the shop door. The dark and humid environment here made him feel comfortable.

"Furfurfur, welcome, is there anything I can do for you?"

A distinctive-looking clerk made strange noises in the dark, and he glanced greedily up and down Quirrell, as if he was estimating how much oil and water could be scraped off him.

"Hum..." Quirrell leaked a trace of the violent magic fluctuations on his body, and was very uncomfortable to be looked at by the shop owner. Quirrell thought that he was also a general of black magic, and not any cat or dog could offend him.

Intimidated by the other party's "bad air", the shopkeeper's eyes were more regular, he showed an ugly smile, rubbed his hands and said: "Customer, do you need anything?"

"Seven days of snake sloughing."

The shopkeeper's face changed, and his smile became a little more sincere: "Then the customer comes with me."

Quirrell silently followed behind the owner, walked into the shop, the more he walked in, the space became wider and wider, the materials on the shelves on both sides became more and more indescribable, and the environment became more eerie and terrifying. I saw several "guests" wearing hoods like him approaching.

This is a corner of the inner world in the inner world, and it is one of the places where shady transactions are carried out. In fact, it is the first time for Quirrell to come to this kind of place. Those bottles and jars on both sides contain the incompleteness of human beings or other creatures. He felt uncomfortable even after looking at the body organs

"Then guest, welcome to Night Crow, what do you need?" The shop owner led Quirrell behind a counter, and said with a smile on his face, "Whether it's a young human girl or a newborn dragon cub, we have everything you need." I can help you find it”

"Oh, you have dragon eggs for sale here." Quirrell's face brightened. If there are some here to buy, he doesn't need to look for them.

As a result, the shopkeeper's smile froze on his face, as if he was bragging and being punctured.

"Ahem, well, it's okay if customers want dragon eggs, but there are none in the store right now."

"How long will it take to get it in stock?"

"Ahem, this depends on the situation. We can't be sure when the goods will be available, but if you need them urgently, you can place an order with us. After a month, the dragon eggs will be delivered to you."

Quirrell raised his eyebrows: "How much does it cost?"

The owner extended a slap.

"Five Hundred Gold Galleons"

The store manager looked strange: "No, it's [-]."

"" Qiluo hesitated to speak, whoever is out of his mind would spend [-] Galleons to buy an egg? Slaying a dragon doesn't have to be so expensive, right?

Quirrell pretended not to care and changed the subject: "Forget it, just kidding, I'm here to buy a portkey."

The shopkeeper didn't care, he turned around and searched for something at the counter: "Where are you going?"

"Norway, Norrland."

"Is it a one-way ticket or a round trip"

"round trip."

The store owner took out a book and wrote something with a pen, and then took another book from the shelf

"Okay, thanks for your patronage, a thousand gold Galleons."

Quirrell's hand froze in the air, "I'm sorry, how much did you say just now?"

"A thousand gold Galleons."

Quirrell's face became extremely gloomy: "What do you mean you are playing with me?"

Quirrell knows that the price of smuggled portkeys on the black market is high after all, but the price is at most a few hundred galleons. For a portkey worth thousands of dollars, I might as well buy a broomstick and fly there. This bastard must be trying to amuse me.

"Hehehe, my guest, the times have changed now, and of course the price of this key has also increased, and it's the same price that others ask."

Quirrell frowned: "What do you mean?"

The shopkeeper smiled more and more charmingly: "Hehehe, if customers want to save money, turn right upstairs, and the Lake experience store in Diagon Alley has a direct Floo network to Norway. It only takes ten Galleons to go back and forth. Why do customers not going"

"" It's a lie, ten Galleons are so cheap, so why does the Lake experience store still have this kind of service? Quirrell was moved: "Is there a need for identification?"

"Of course the customers want to buy door keys from me to smuggle immigrants, isn't it just to avoid this?" The owner rubbed his hands and said, "Times have changed, and now there are fewer and fewer people doing door key business. We don't raise the price." You can only starve to death, the guests should understand."

""You're starving to death, you just have less business, and you finally slaughtered a water fish. Quirrell was so angry that he couldn't help it, because he was in a hurry, and the school holiday was only one month. He has to get the dragon egg done within ten days, and he can't waste time on the road, but a thousand gold Galleons

"Here, money." At this moment, a trembling voice sounded in Quirrell's mind.

Gas, cold, shaking.

Feeling money is not yours, you don't feel sorry for Quirrell, suppressing this thought, pretending to be calm and saying: "But anyway, the price of one thousand is too high."

The shopkeeper smiled, knowing that today's business is stable: "Seeing the kindness of the customers, I will give you a discount, [-]% off, how about it?"

Quirrell silently began to pocket

The owner licked his lips, opened the Facebook in his hand, and said with a smile of furfur: "Norway, Nordland County, back and forth, you prepare."

Then he closed his Facebook, glanced at the pile of gold coins on the table, and laughed until his saliva flowed out: "Guest, you are rich."

"" Quirrell tried hard to control himself not to use the power he just got on the shop owner.

The store owner swept the gold coins with his wand, put the gold coins into a small bag, then handed Quirrell something like a badge, and said, "Take this, someone will take you where you need to go when you leave the store."

Quirrell took a deep look at the store owner, without saying a word, took the things and turned around to leave. When he went out, another hooded man was already waiting there.

"Follow me, don't stray away."

Without smoking a cigarette, Quirrell walked out of Diagon Alley with the hooded man around, came to the city of London, and then got into a taxi

"" Quirrell couldn't bear it anymore, cast a soundproof spell and asked the hooded man beside him, "Why are we going in a Muggle car?"

The hooded man glanced at Quirrell, and said slowly: "Brother hasn't been out for a long time, I don't know how difficult our business is now."

"Ha..." Quirrell got weird, you are a smuggler, and you even complained to me

"Since you want to smuggle people, you can't use the Floo network. If you use the Floo network now, you will leave a record in the Ministry of Magic. It is easy to be found out. It is very disturbing. As for why the Ministry of Magic equipment is everywhere in London now. We are still under the surveillance of the Ministry of Magic, and it is not easy to arouse suspicion if we leave the city of London by Muggle transportation. As long as we leave the city of London, we can arrange a port key for you."

"Don't worry, since we have collected the money, we will guarantee that this smuggling operation will not leave any traces in the Ministry of Magic, and will not leave any worries. You can just follow me with peace of mind. Believe me, we Night Crows, yes professional."

Quirrell was stunned for a while, why did the world feel strange suddenly?