Harry Potter's Dharma

Quirrell pulled the hood over his head. He didn't want to be recognized. He was carrying a dragon egg on his back, which was illegal. If he was caught, he wouldn't be able to work in Hogwarts anymore. If he couldn't work in Hogwarts anymore, Voldemort would definitely kill him!

Quirrell couldn't help but shudder at the thought.

At this moment, a hand slapped him on the back. Quirrell was like a frightened hen as he jumped up and sat on the ground. He pulled out his wand and pointed it behind him.

Then, he saw Zheng Fan standing there with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Hey, Professor Quirrell, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly become as small as a mouse?"

"F * ck you!"

Even though Quirrell was a timid person, he couldn't help but curse out loud. He was scared to death just now. He thought he was done for. If he was discovered with the dragon egg, he would be dead meat!

Hearing his curse, Zheng Fan smacked his lips. "A guy sneaking around in the shadows with a dragon egg actually cursed out loud. I'm very disappointed.

I've decided not to report you to the Ministry of Magic.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was scared out of my wits. Please stop!"

Seeing Zheng Fan point his wand at the sky, Quirrell hurriedly begged for mercy. He didn't care about his identity as a professor anymore.

Looking at Quirrell's cowardly appearance, Zheng Fan couldn't help but laugh. He put his wand away, took out his cloak from his portal bag and put it on.

"Let's go have a chat?" He pointed at the Pig's Head Bar not far away. What else could Quirrell say?

Although he had something he wanted to do, if he didn't listen to Zheng Fan now, the consequences would definitely be tragic. He sighed helplessly and followed Zheng Fan.

The Pig's Head Bar could be said to be the worst bar in Hogwarts. There was only a small, dark, and very dirty room in the bar. There was a strong smell of sheep meat coming from inside.

Thick layers of dirt had accumulated on the few bay windows, and almost no light from outside could pass through. There were a few candles on the rough wooden table.

At first glance, he thought that the ground was compacted mud, but when he stepped on it, he realized that the ground, which was originally paved with stones, had accumulated centuries of dirt.

Normal people would definitely not come to a place like this. They preferred the Three Brooms Bar, which was not far away, in terms of hygiene and service. However, the Pig's Head Bar also had its unique charm, and that was the chaos here. Most of the customers in this bar were masked or hooded like Zheng Fan and Quirrell, so no matter how you dressed up, no one would care.

Zheng Fan casually found a place to sit down, and Quirrell followed suit like a punching bag.

"What do you want?"

At the bar, a gray-haired old man asked impatiently from afar. Looking at his attitude, it seemed that if they didn't order something, he would chase them away.

Zheng Fan knew that this was Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore. He did not plan to have anything to do with this old man, so he casually ordered a glass of whiskey. Quirrell, on the other hand, obediently ordered a bottle of beer.

"Come, tell me, what do you plan to do with this egg?

Stir-fried?

Just for fun?

Smuggle it? "

When he said the last word, the threat in Zheng Fan's eyes was self-evident. He looked like a selfless Auror, but it was different in Quirrell's eyes. Zheng Fan's expression was as if he was saying, "Everyone has a share!"

He hurriedly explained, "No, sir, I don't plan to do that. I just want to use this dragon egg to make friends with someone …"

"Make friends?" Zheng Fan laughed. "Make friends with who?

Make friends with Hagrid?

Use the dragon egg to lure Hagrid into telling you how to enter the Sorcerer's Stone trap room?

I have to say, it's a good idea, but it's too troublesome. If you have the time to spend on Hagrid, why don't you ask me? "

When he heard the first half of Zheng Fan's sentence, Quirrell was so frightened that he started trembling. Although Zheng Fan could not see his face through the enchanted cloak, he could guess that Quirrell's face must have turned pale.

The second half of Zheng Fan's sentence brought Quirrell back to reality. "Ask you?

You mean, you want to tell me?

About the trap room, you … "He did not dare to finish his sentence. He was doubting Zheng Fan's knowledge of the trap room.

Zheng Fan tapped his finger on the table. "It's simple, Professor. I'm also one of the designers of the trap room. When the other professors were designing traps like Devil's Net and Wizard's Chess, I've been following them. Isn't that enough?"

Quirrell's eyes lit up. "You're willing to tell me?"

"Give me your bag first. Now that you don't need it, it's mine."

Zheng Fan extended his hand. Quirrell hesitated for a moment, then took off his bag and carefully handed it to Zheng Fan.

After receiving the dragon egg, Zheng Fan grinned and carried it on his back. This was an unexpected windfall. Even if Quirrell did not do anything, Zheng Fan would still have helped him invade. Now that he had an extra dragon egg, how wonderful would that be?!

After coming to World 380, Zheng Fan understood more and more the importance of Dragons. This seemingly terrifying creature was really a treasure. Without mentioning anything else, every part of its body could be used to make magic potions. This was one of the things that made people gasp in admiration. If there were no Dragons, Zheng Fan would not know how to improve his physical fitness.

After telling Quirrell how to defeat Cerberus, Zheng Fan quickly left the Pig's Head Bar and began to wander around Hogsmeade.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly froze.

He did not activate the Phase Shift Module and did not want to be discovered, so he kept his Eagle Eye Vision on. Above his Eagle Eye Vision, on a bare tree, he saw a familiar person.

It was Ravenclaw's fourth-year student and Hermione's best friend, Penelope Cleavage. She was wearing a white winter coat and a black Hogwarts uniform. She was sitting quietly on a large tree branch, looking at the scenery and swinging her legs. She looked very comfortable.

Zheng Fan shook his head in amusement. What kind of habit was this?

Looking at the scenery on a tree?

It was winter, and she did not mind the tree bark freezing her butt.

As he thought about it, Zheng Fan took out his wand.