Harry Potter and the Beyonder Heir

It took more than ten minutes for Wilkes to walk out of Professor Quirrell’s office, holding a large box sideways.

Not daring to stay, he directly cast the illusion spell on the spot, blessing himself and the box, and then cautiously, like a thief, walked in the empty and silent corridor.

In order to make it easier to take away, Wilkes abandoned the large chest where the protection spell had been cast, and only took the innermost small box that had been firmly cast with the Traceless Stretch Charm.

But even so, he is currently only an eleven-year-old child, and it is still difficult to walk around holding a large box.

Wilkes walked for half an hour after only ten minutes to finally return to the Ravenclaw common room, sweating profusely.

“Whew…” Wilkes gently put the box at the end of his bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead, but could not hide the curve of the corner of his eye.

The harvest was great.

The main reason for the outcome of this transaction was that Wilkes had seized the timing of Professor Quirrell’s failure twice, and had planned to risk exposure during the Christmas holidays to take the risk of contact with Hagrid, which was surprisingly smooth.

Looking at the seemingly ordinary wooden box in front of him, Wilkes looked up at the other two freshmen in the same lounge, sleeping like dead pigs.

Wilkes’s eyes calmed down, and he suddenly walked over slowly, and the wand in his hand was slowly taken out.

“To be on the safe side, please sleep a little harder.”

Wilkes was cautious by nature, how dare he just go straight into the box and check his harvest.

“Go to sleep thoroughly.” Wilkes gently waved his wand towards the two sleeping on the bed, and a hazy halo of light burst out.

The next moment, it was as if nothing had happened.

Afterwards, Wilkes nodded in satisfaction, and at the entrance of the lounge, he also made some warning measures, and then focused on tonight’s “loot”.

Placing the box flat on the ground, Wilkes’ wand gently swiped over the box, only to hear a “click” and the box opened.

Wilkes stood on the edge of the box, looking down into the box, it was clear that the floor was under the box, but what caught his eye was a row of downward iron ladders.

Listening to the slight roar coming from the box, Wilkes no longer hesitated, turned and went down the iron ladder and entered the space inside the box.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the space inside the box, his feet were down-to-earth, and the roar in his ears became clearly audible, and Wilkes carefully observed the space in front of him.

The space is not large, only dozens of squares, and there are three huge iron cages placed in the regular space, occupying almost half of the entire space.

Touch! Touch!

There was a trolls in the cages, which were hitting the trap from time to time, and when he saw Wilkes, his expression was even more excited:

“Roar, roar, roar!!”

“It’s boring.” Wilkes frowned, and a magic flick of his wand flung out, shrouding the three iron cages.

“Silent!”

Suddenly, the space suddenly became quiet, and no matter how the trolls in the cage called, it was as if there was no sound card audio equipment without a sound card, and no sound could be made.

“It’s finally quiet.” Wilkes put away his wand before he idly stared at the caged trolls for a moment.

It’s rare to get a glimpse of trolls up close, but after watching it for a few minutes, it’s boring.

Wilkes turned his attention to the other side, turned his head to look at the space, occupied a very small space, a pile of red stones in the corner, and approached curiously.

This is also the only thing in this space except for the three iron cages that trap the trolls.

Countless red rocks are piled up in this corner, which looks like a shrinking volcano from the outside, and there is a dark red dome at the top, and from time to time Mars emerges from the cracks in the rocks below.

After walking a few steps closer, Wilkes clearly felt that the air suddenly became dry and hot.

“The volcanic rock has also been cast with a fiery environmental spell to hatch dragon eggs, or to maintain the vitality of dragon eggs.” Wilkes guessed at once.

Previously in the Hogwarts library, he had read books on dragon farming.

“I really have some expectations, how much use value a fire dragon can bring to himself when he becomes an adult!”

Wilkes stared at the dragon egg, infinite reverie reflected in his pupils.

Dragon claws, dragon liver, dragon hearts, dragon meat, dragon blood, dragon horns, dragon claws, dragon skins, are all very good, even top-level magic materials.

But when it becomes an adult, it will take a few years.

Wilkes faced a dragon egg, but what he thought in his mind was that after the fire dragon was completely an adult, dissecting it could bring him great benefits.

As for domesticating the fire dragon since childhood, using it as a mount or something, Wilkes did not think about it, after all, according to the data, there is no wizard in history who can tame the fire dragon.

He didn’t bother to spend that time and energy, it was better to kill, or raise it, and every once in a while, get some magical materials from it.

However, out of curiosity, Wilkes couldn’t help but reach out and touch the dragon egg.

For the dragon egg, this mysterious and rare “A” trading item that is banned from trading by the Ministry of Magic, I believe that no one has seen it and does not want to touch it.

Yikes!

But the next moment, a wisp of green smoke came out of the dragon egg, and Wilkes hurriedly withdrew his hand, looking stunned: “Lean, forget that the temperature of the volcanic rock is constant at hundreds of degrees Celsius.” ”

Wilkes shook his hand unflatteringly, put his hand to his mouth again and blew it, a little depressed.

But suddenly, Wilkes froze for a moment, staring at the dragon egg, with an unexpected surprise.