Simodox mages at Hogwarts

Professor Quirrell looked at Snape's back and smiled sarcastically: "Idiot."

He picked up the big turban on the table, carefully put it around his head, and then waved his wand.

Several candles went out automatically and flew into one of his pockets.

He turned around and walked out of the classroom quickly, his expression returning to dullness and timidity.

A man in a black cloak appeared at the door of the Pig Head Bar. His face was covered by a large hood, making his identity unclear.

The man walked to the opposite side of Hagrid and asked: "Would you like two games of cards?"

Hagrid drank the wine in his glass and agreed with a grin.

Lye, who was sitting diagonally opposite Hagrid and was also shrouded in shadow, suddenly became alert.

coming

but......

Where are your dragon eggs, Professor Quirrell?

Do we need to conduct transactions in another place?

Rai lowered his head and pretended to look at the design of the magic array, while quietly squinting his eyes and staring at Hagrid.

The man in the black cloak was playing cards with Hagrid.

Hagrid always seemed to win a few more rounds.

He happily downed glass after glass of wine, his face turning slightly red.

"It's not too fun, why not... bet some money," the man in black cloak said.

"Oh, I'll bet a few games, just a few games." Hagrid took out a handful of silver Siko and copper Knuts from his pocket, and scattered them on the table with a clatter.

"Sorry, I didn't bring any money," the man in black said in a frustrated voice as he touched his pocket.

"No...it doesn't matter." Hagrid grabbed a handful of silver and copper coins and put them next to the man in black clothes and cloak. "Just use my money first and then return it to me. I'm happy today." , it’s just entertainment.”

"No, no, how can this be done?" The man said hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter, I'm happy today." Hagrid grinned and took another sip of wine.

"No, no, I never play like this."

The black cloak was silent for a while, as if hesitating about something.

"I...although I didn't bring any money, I brought something that I can give to you."

"It's okay, man, let's have some fun..." Hagrid didn't care.

"It's a dragon egg." The man in the black cloak lowered his voice.

"Oh, it's okay...Y-what are you talking about, dragon eggs? I...did you hear that right?" Hagrid drank the wine at the bottom of his cup and accidentally choked on it. .

There was a look of disbelief on his face as he stared at the black cloak.

"Yes, a dragon egg," Black Cloak opened a small bag and quietly handed it to Hagrid from under the table.

Hagrid cautiously looked inside and immediately retracted his neck.

He lowered his voice and stammered: "This...this can't be...you know...raising dragons is forbidden."

"It's okay, I'm happy today," Black Cloak smiled, "Besides, no one will know anyway, so isn't that enough? How about two bets?"

Hagrid hesitated for a moment, burped twice, and then seemed to finally make up his mind and agreed: "Okay, let's bet on two games."

Black Cloak won the first two games of poker, but the winnings were all for small amounts of money.

He took the money and ordered two large glasses of wine. One was high-alcohol brandy, and the other was low-alcohol fruit wine, both of which were pure in color.

Black Cloak handed Hagrid a high degree of brandy.

He chuckled twice: "Drink, drink."

They continued playing cards.

Next, Hagrid's luck seemed to be surprisingly good, and he won several times in a row. He drank less than half a glass of brandy, and his face turned red.

He drunkenly said to Black Cloak: "Hey, man, it's time to give me the dragon egg. You have already lost a lot."

Black Cloak seemed reluctant and asked for another round.

Unfortunately, Hagrid wins again.

Hagrid drank the wine in the large glass happily, grinning widely, and wrinkles appeared on his face: "Haha, you should give me the dragon egg this time."

Black Cloak snorted, pushed the belt to Hagrid, and asked unwillingly: "Even if you master the dragon egg, you don't know how to raise it, do you?"

"No," Hagrid said. He first held up the small leather bag and took a look inside. Then he seemed to see something that satisfied him, and then added with a smile, "I have raised many magical animals."

"Then you have a big enough place and can tame a dragon." Black Cloak seemed unwilling to do so.

Hagrid put the belt on the table, picked up one bottle after another, poured out the remaining drops of wine, and said with pride: "Of course, I can even tame a three-headed giant dog." Pass."

"How could you possibly tame this creature, the three-headed giant dog?" Black Cloak said with doubt in his tone.

"It's very simple, isn't it?" Hagrid was even more happy when he heard the black cloak's question, "As long as..."

"boom"

There was a sudden loud explosion, covering up Hagrid's voice.

The room of the Pig Head Bar was suddenly occupied by black smoke.

One hand reached out to Hagrid's leather bag on the table and snatched it away.

"Dragon egg" Hagrid yelled when he was born first.

The black cloak seemed to be slow to react.

"Tongtong Petrochemical"

A blue light flashed, but it didn't hit anyone. The curse hit the table and bounced away.

Rai picked up a stool, stuffed the leather bag into the shadow cloak and ran away.

His right hand charged the magic wand fairy, ready to send out a burst of bright light to disturb the enemy at any time.

"swooned and passed out"

Two red lights suddenly flew in from the door of the Pig Head Bar.

One hit hit the drinker, knocking him to the ground.

The drinker fell to the ground with a thud, but strangely he was not unconscious.

The magical interference of high-energy waste has taken effect.

Another red light flew accurately towards Rai, but it was blocked by Rai with the chair in his hand.

Rai hurriedly glanced at the man at the door. Professor Quirrell had a big turban tied around his head.

So who was that black cloak inside before?

Rai didn't have time to think about this problem. Facing two powerful wizards, there was no room for him to be distracted even a little bit.

Professor Quirrell's face at the door was full of madness, and he seemed to have identified Rai.

"Thunderbolt Explosion"

Another flash of light hit the chair in front of Rye.

Fortunately, there was high-energy waste, and the chair did not explode, but turned into broken wooden parts all over the ground.

There was a solemn look on Rai's face, and the black smoke in the Pig's Head Bar had begun to dissipate a little, which meant that the unstable energy fluctuations of the high-energy waste should have dissipated.

He was lucky to withstand the thunderbolt explosion spell before the unstable energy fluctuations of the high-energy waste disappeared, otherwise he would be a charred corpse lying on the ground now.