Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Looking at the two dumbfounded little friends, Hermione's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment, which was the happiness brought about by the crushing of IQ.

In fact, she had already discovered that something was wrong. When Hagrid explained the origin of the fire dragon, she wanted to bring it up, but Clark stopped her.

So she had no choice but to hold back these guesses in her heart, and now she can finally speak freely.

"What Hagrid wanted more than anything else was a dragon egg, and a stranger happened to have a dragon egg in his pocket, and he happened to be drinking with Hagrid in a tavern, playing cards with him, and just happened to lose the dragon egg." Is it all such a coincidence? Do you really think that the goddess of luck is smiling at him?

Clarke said that the British Ministry of Magic listed the dragon egg as a Class A trade product, prohibiting import and export transactions. Even through official channels, the price is expensive and the quantity is scarce. So who would wander around with a dragon egg? This is a very dangerous thing. "

While explaining quickly, Hermione led Harry and the others to Hagrid's cabin by the forest.

Hagrid was sitting on a bench outside the house at this moment, peeling peas into a large wooden bowl, with his trousers and sleeves rolled up, looking very relaxed.

"Hi, you guys," he asked with a smile, "Have you finished the exam? Why didn't you see Little Clark? I heard that the aptitude review will be available today. This is the first time I've seen the Ministry of Magic handle things so quickly. Dragon Farm Things have finally come to an end, you don’t know how happy I am, and I want to invite you to sit and celebrate.”

He was rambling on, the smile on his face couldn't stop at all, but was interrupted by Hermione immediately.

"Next time, time is running out. Hagrid, I came to ask you something, to confirm the situation. Do you remember, the night you won the Nobel Tower, what did the person you played with look like?"

"I don't know," Hagrid thought for a while, and said nonchalantly, "He was wearing a hood at the time, and the light was too dim, so I couldn't see his appearance clearly."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Hermione guessed right! The mysterious person who lost to Higgeron's egg really had a problem.

Hagrid was amused by their fuss, "What's so strange, there are so many mysterious guys like this in the wizarding world..."

"Then what did you say to him?" Harry interrupted him before he finished speaking, "Did you talk to him about Hogwarts?"

"Let me think."

Hagrid frowned, pondered for a while, and then recalled uncertainly:

"I seem to have chatted... He first asked me what I do,

Said that I was afraid that I would lose my debt, and I said that I was the gamekeeper at Hogwarts... Then he..."

"Needless to say," Hermione interrupted his recollection, "he first bought wine for you, and then played cards with you, betting on dragon eggs, and then asked you any other big guys that were similar to dragon eggs, and then Ask if you can handle them."

Hagrid looked at her in surprise, "How do you know, could it be that you were there at the time, it's impossible."

Hermione looked at him, the soul of reasoning was burning violently, only a pair of eyes that could reflect light was missing.

"You must have answered him at the time, and you were very proud of bragging. You told him about your Lu Wei, the same huge three-headed dog. You told him how you brought the vicious three-headed dog to him. Dog training has to be submissive, for example, once in a while, play one or two pieces of music for it to listen to..."

"Enough!"

Hagrid suddenly showed a horrified expression, and asked in disbelief, "How do you know this?"

"It's very simple. The three-headed dog first appeared as the watchdog of hell in ancient Greek mythology. In the same ancient Greek mythology, the hero Orpheus brought the soul of his dead wife Eurydike from the underworld. When he came back, he went deep into the underworld, played the beautiful harp sound with his best harp, and put the three-headed dog to sleep, so he was able to walk out of the underworld."

A smug smile appeared on Hermione's face. She had always seen Clark showing off like this before, and this time it was finally her turn.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, it's the first time I found out that you and Clark are more annoying than the Weasley brothers," Hagrid tugged at his hair in pain, "Forget about this, it's not for you to know! Hey— —Where are you going?"

Hermione, Harry, and Ron ran towards the castle. No one said a word the whole way. They didn't ask Hermione until they reached the gate of the castle. Looking at the dark and dark hall, which was quiet inside, Ron and Harry asked Hermione road.

"Let's go to Cousin Clark first?" Ron said.

"We must go to Headmaster Dumbledore!" said Harry.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, looked first at Ron, then at Harry.

"Of course, Hagrid said it just now. He told a mysterious man wearing a hood how to subdue Lu Wei. Since that person can know that Hagrid likes dragon eggs, he must be very familiar with him, even Possibly Quirrell himself.

Now that the exam has just ended, it is when he is free, maybe he will do it, we have to notify Principal Dumbledore as soon as possible. "

Of course she knew that the principal was not in the school today, and Clark contacted many parties, mobilized relationships, and facilitated the establishment of the dragon farm, not for today.

But for Harry and Ron, they have to give them hope, and then block it, so as to stimulate their Gryffindor nature and make them take risks.

But before they could find out where the principal's office was, the NPC for system tasks appeared.

"What are you three doing standing here? The exams are over, and you don't want to take a break." A familiar voice came from behind. They looked back and found that it was their dean, Professor McGonagall, holding a Big stack of books.

"We want to see Professor Dumbledore," Hermione boldly stood up. Both Harry and Ron felt that her performance was very brave, but Clark was not there, and she was the only one who came forward.

Mag looked at the three of them suspiciously, but good students always get preferential treatment.

"Professor Dumbledore just left ten minutes ago. You should know that he needs to make a trip in person to review the qualifications of the dragon farm."

"What! At this time?" Harry exclaimed, prompting Professor McGonagall to cast him a disapproving glance.

"Otherwise, the devil knows why the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic is suddenly so high." Professor McGonagall complained, "But Professor Dumbledore's time is precious, and he has a lot of work, even if there is no such thing, it is not what you want to see. "

"But it's very important!" Harry said anxiously.

"So, what the hell is this? Harry!"

All three of them could tell that the stern Professor McGonagall was getting a little angry at Harry's pestering, her nostrils fluttering.

"Yes……"

"It's about detention, Professor." A voice from the side steps of the hall interrupted Harry.