Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 63 Are Dragon Eggs Expensive?
"Hera, are we a little too fast?" Penello lowered her head and said shyly in a low voice.

Hera leaned back on the table, tilted his head and looked at Penello in surprise.

Ok? ? ?
Where is it fast?

Isn't it just to promise Professor McGonagall to escort the little wizard back to King's Cross?

What's wrong with this?

"I'm still young, and my parents don't know you very well. Even though I... Oh, it's too fast anyway." Penello was so anxious that he was almost speechless, waving his hands indiscriminately.

Hela reached out and wiped the foam from the corner of Penello's mouth. Even though she didn't know what was wrong with her, she still said patiently: "Don't think about it, let's eat something first, and you didn't go to the auditorium to eat, you must be hungry, right?"

Penello nodded, but kept her head down and didn't dare to look at Hera. It seemed that what she said just now had exhausted all her courage.

"Professor, you will write to me during the holidays." Penello looked down at the book for a long time, but didn't turn a page, and she didn't pay attention to the book in front of her at all—

It was all on the man sitting across from her.

Hera pulled her head out of the lesson plan and looked at Penello in disbelief.

"What do you think? Of course I will. Not only will I write a letter, but I will also send you a Christmas present."

After speaking, he rubbed Penello's long chestnut hair with his hands.

"Really?" Penello's light blue pupils reflected Hera's figure, full of love.

This couldn't help but make Hera feel a bit of a headache, so she nodded her head and said, "Sure, you are my favorite student."

"Yeah." Penello pulled the hair around her ears, and boldly moved in the direction of Hera. When the two lowered their heads, they were almost stuck together.

The next time was spent as Hera sorted out the lesson plans and kept getting closer to Penello.

It wasn't until nine o'clock when Quirrell stood at the door of the office that the two dispersed.

"Ah! Professor Quirrell, are you here?" Penello dodged back suddenly when he heard the sound of the door opening like a frightened little rabbit, and saw that it was Quirrell who blushed and nodded towards Hera and left.

Quirrell looked at the closed office door amusedly, sat down on Penello's seat before, and joked to Hera.

"Aren't you afraid of Dumbledore?"

"Scared." Hera shrank her neck, he was afraid of black and white demon kings.

"Then you still treat the students like this?" Quirrell squeezed Hera with his eyes, and it was probably only at this time that he could see Hera's embarrassment.

"Hey! Don't spread rumors!" Hera knocked on the table, but she didn't dare to make too much noise, God knows if Voldemort would throw a death curse directly if the noise made Voldemort rest.

Voldemort's brain circuits are rather strange, and cannot be understood by ordinary people's way of thinking.

"Where did I spread the rumor?" Quirrell said with a smile, "It's just a private lesson from Professor Hera and the female prefect of Ravenclaw. Did you do anything strange?"

"No, no." Hera shook his head quickly, he would not admit it, and he really didn't do anything, everything was initiated by Penello.

Hera likes to be passive.

"By the way, is there anything going on today?" Hera put away the books on the table casually, tidied up the table, and said to Quirrell seriously.

Quirrell took out his wand from his pocket, and Hera subconsciously reached into the cloak, "Ann, don't be so nervous, just be cautious."

Quirrell held the wand and chanted a few spells quickly and in a low voice, anti-monitoring spell, anti-monitoring spell, alchemy item shielding spell
"I've already contacted the smugglers, and the dragon eggs are expected to be available early next year." After Quirrell finished casting the spell, he let go of his wand and put the wand on the table, helplessly explaining his plan to the over-stressed Hera.

"Dragon egg?" Seeing Quirrell put down his wand, Hera breathed a sigh of relief, but the doubts in his mind have not been dispelled. "I have always been curious, why are you looking for dragon eggs?"

"Uh..." Quirrell's body froze for a moment, and he looked at Hera with frowning, as if this problem was mentally handicapped.

"I really don't know." Hera spread his hands, he really didn't see the use of the fire dragon.

Let the fire dragon contain Lu Wei?

It's not that Hera underestimated the fire dragon, a few months old fire dragon is really not enough for Lu Wei to eat.

Do you want to raise it secretly at Hogwarts?

This is too nonsense, right?
Quirrell's hand grabbed the wand on the table again, poking his forehead with the tip of the wand, looking very headache.

It was just his movement that made Hera nervously pull out her wand.

"What are you doing? I just have a headache."

Quirrell looked down at the wand facing him, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hera, I thought you were different, you don't need to be so wary of me."

Hera pursed her lips, said nothing, and slowly lowered the wand, but still held it tightly with her palm, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Since drinking the blood of the unicorn, Hera has found it difficult to maintain her previous attitude towards Quirrell.

Quirrell has gone mad.

He is absolutely insane.

"I plan to use the dragon egg to get in touch with Higra, and then take out the weakness of the three-headed dog from his mouth." Quirrell explained with a wry smile.

In fact, he could have asked Hera to ask Hagrid directly, but he was still soft-hearted. If Hera asked Hagrid directly, Dumbledore would definitely notice it, and Hera would be in danger.

So even if he went through all kinds of troubles and spent all his Galleons, he still had to buy a dragon egg from the Greek, just to keep Hera from getting involved.

However, if Hera knew of Quilo's "good intentions", she might be so angry that she would throw an "Avada gnaws a big melon" directly.

Isn't it good to give yourself so many Galleons?

Why waste that money buying dragon eggs?
Fortunately, Hera didn't know Quirrell's plan. In fact, Quirrell was just a poor man. Although he was bewitched by Voldemort, his heart was always soft.

"So, the dragon egg was given to Hagrid? Are you going to give it to him directly? Although he is very stupid, he is definitely not a fool." Hera said in a low voice.

There was a smile on Quirrell's pale face, "Of course I know, so I'm going to pretend to be a Greek guy in the Pig's Head Bar, deliberately lose to him in a bet, and then get him drunk"

Hera nodded. It has to be said that Quirrell's approach is very targeted.

So why do you have to have dragon eggs?

As far as Hagrid is concerned, he only needs to get some weird and dangerous magical animals, something as expensive as a dragon egg.
"I've inquired. What Hagrid wants most is a giant dragon. Although it's a bit more expensive, as long as he can get the Sorcerer's Stone for Lord Dark Lord, everything is worth it."

"Wait, expensive?" Hera raised her hand roughly and interrupted Quirrell, "How much Galleon did you spend?"

　ps: There is a power outage, and tomorrow’s chapter has not been written yet, I hope there will be electricity tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)