Connor's Hogwarts

"I chose you...not to let you become a loser in Hogwarts as a professor."

"Yes... I'm sorry, Master, I will definitely find a way to pass as soon as possible."

"What do you need from waste and waste?"

In a small hotel in Hogsmeade, our Professor Quirrell is kneeling on the floor, shivering.

A harsh sound, as unpleasant as iron scraping against glass, sounded from the back of his head: "Trash, this operation will no longer allow any failure. I don't have the strength to help you catch another giant monster. If it doesn't succeed this time, ...Then you go and die.”

"I will definitely succeed this time. Master, I will definitely succeed. Please give me strength."

"Hmph, trash"

Quirrell's body was covered by a layer of black viscous breath. He lay on his stomach and curled up on the ground, screaming in pain.

After a while, after the strange aura on his body dissipated, he slowly stood up. Quirrell felt the power rushing through his body, knelt down excitedly and said, "Thank you, Master, for the gift."

"Go, you have been strengthened enough to handle this time, don't bother me when I'm tired."

"Yes"

Voldemort, who was parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head, couldn't help but sneer.What a fool, he overdrafted the strength gained from his life and closed his eyes...

Quiver lay on the ground slightly trembling for a while, until there was no more sound from the back of his head, he stood up, put on his hood, and walked out of the room.

Quirrell left the Pig's Head Bar under the watchful eye of the owner. Now he has to start thinking about how to complete the task assigned to him by the owner...

He has been dutifully inquiring about the Sorcerer's Stone for the past few months, and he has basically confirmed that Dumbledore put the Sorcerer's Stone in the room at the end of the fourth floor.

But Dumbledore put up obstacles, like... that three-headed dog.

In fact, if you want to solve the three-headed dog, Quirrell can still do it. After all, he is still a wizard who has been strengthened by black magic, but it is difficult to pass silently.

He had already tried it on Halloween. Dumbledore always kept people's attention on the dog. The slightest movement would attract Severus or someone...

Quirrell wanted to cooperate with Severus, and wanted to tell him loudly, "Actually, we are on the same team," but... the owner behind the head refused to let him do so, saying that he was afraid that he would expose Severus. identity of...

Doesn't it matter if my identity is exposed? Although Quirrell wanted to ask this question, he didn't dare. He was very scared. He just wanted his master to be merciful and spare his life, and he didn't dare to think about the rest...

So he had to find a way to get past the big dog...

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 happens to know where the wild dragons are...

"y. 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 hide his face, arrived here. After walking around for a while, he entered an inconspicuous shop. There was a crow mark printed on the door of the shop. The dark and humid environment here made him feel comfortable... .

"Fufufur~ Welcome to the guest~ Is there anything I can do for you~"

A very distinctive-looking clerk made a strange sound in the darkness. He glanced up and down Quirrell's body with greedy eyes, seeming to estimate how much oil and water he could scrape out of him...

"Hmph" Quirrell revealed a hint of the violent magic fluctuations in his body, and was very uncomfortable with the look from the shop owner. Quirrell considered himself to be a master of black magic after all, and not just any cat or dog could be offended.

Awed by the other party's "bastard spirit", the shopkeeper's eyes became more restrained. He showed an ugly smile, rubbed his hands and said, "Guest, do you need anything?"

"Seven days of snake sloughing."

The shopkeeper's face changed, and his smile became more sincere: "Then... the guests will come 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 other world within the other world. It is one of the places where shady transactions are carried out. In fact, it is also Quirrell's first time to come to this kind of place. The bottles and jars on both sides contain humans or something. The mutilated body parts of the creature... He felt uncomfortable even after looking at them...

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

"Oh, you have giant dragon eggs for sale here," Quirrell said with a smile on his face. If there were some here, he wouldn't have to look for them...

As a result, the shop owner's smile froze on his face, and he felt embarrassed that he had been exposed for bragging...

"Ahem, well, if the customer wants dragon eggs, it's not impossible, but we don't have them in the store right now..."

"How long will it take to get the goods?"

"Ahem... This depends on the situation. We are not sure when the goods will be available, but if you are in urgent need, you can place an order with us, and the dragon eggs will be delivered to you in one month. superior..."

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 fifty thousand..."

"" Quirrell hesitated. Who in their right mind would spend fifty thousand gold galleons to buy an egg? Dragon slaying 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 shop owner didn't care. He turned around and looked for something at the counter: "Where to go?"

"Norway, Norrland."

“Is it a one-way ticket or a round trip?”

"round trip."

The shop owner took out a book and wrote something with a pen, and then took another book off the shelf...

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

Quirrell's hand holding his pocket froze in mid-air: "I'm sorry...how much did you just say?"

"A thousand gold Galleons."

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

Quirrell knows that the price of smuggled door keys on the black market is high after all, but the price is only a few hundred gold galleons at most. For a door key worth several thousand dollars, I might as well buy a broomstick and fly there. This bastard must be amusing 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 shop owner smiled more and more heartily: "Hehehe, if you want to save money, turn right upstairs. The Lake Experience Store in Diagon Alley has a direct floo network to Norway. It only takes ten gold galleons to make a round trip. Why? Not going”

"..." That's a lie. It's so cheap at ten gold galleons. Does the Lake Experience Store still have such a service?

"Of course, the customer wants to buy a door key from me to smuggle in, isn't it just to avoid this?" The shop owner rubbed his hands and said, "Times have changed, and now there are fewer and fewer people doing the door key business. We won't raise the price if we don't raise the price." We can only starve to death...Guests should understand."

"..." Starve to death. You just have less business. It's hard to kill a water fish until you kill him. Quilo was so angry that he had no choice, because he was in a hurry. The school His vacation was only one month, and he had to finish the dragon egg matter in ten days. He couldn'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.

Don't you feel bad that the love money is not yours? Quirrell suppressed this thought and said calmly: "But no matter what, the price of one thousand is too high."

The shop owner smiled, knowing that today's business was stable: "Looking at the kindness of the customers, I'll give you a discount, [-]% off, how about it?"

Quirrell silently began to dig into his pocket...

The shopkeeper licked his lips, opened the Facebook in his hand, and said with a sullen smile: "Norway, Nordland, round trip, please 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 had just gained on this 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."

Quirrell didn't smoke, and followed the hooded man out of Diagon Alley, arrived in London, and then... got into a taxi...

"..." Quirrell couldn't help it anymore. He cast a soundproofing spell and asked the hooded man next to him: "Why are we taking a Muggle car? Where are we going?"

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

"Ha" Quirrell got weird. You're a smuggler and you're complaining to me.

"Brother, since you want to sneak across the border, you can't use the Floo network. Now, if you use the Floo network, it will leave a record in the Ministry of Magic. It is easy to be traced and is very unsafe... As for why we make cars... Now There are cameras set up by the Ministry of Magic everywhere in London. We are still under the surveillance of the Ministry of Magic. Only taking Muggle transportation to leave London will not easily arouse suspicion. As long as we leave London, we can give You arranged the door key..."

"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 moment after hearing this. How come this world... suddenly felt strange?