Connor's Hogwarts

"I didn't choose you to be a professor at Hogwarts! Waste!"

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

"Waste! Waste! What use do you have!"

In a small inn in Hogsmeade village, our Professor Quirrell was kneeling on the floor, trembling.

A harsh sound like a piece of iron scraping against glass sounded from the back of his head: "Trash, no more failures are allowed in this operation! I don't have the strength to help you catch another giant monster! If I can't do it this time, If it doesn’t succeed, then you can die!”

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

"Hmph, trash!"

Quirrell's body was covered by a layer of black viscous breath. He lay forward, curled up on the ground, and let out a scream of pain from his mouth.

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 ahead, you've been strengthened enough to handle this time. I'm tired and have nothing to do, so don't disturb me."

"yes!"

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

Quirrell lay on the ground trembling slightly for a while, until there was no more sound from the back of his head, then 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 had to start thinking about how to complete the task assigned to him by the owner.

In the past few months, he had been diligently inquiring about the Philosopher's Stone, and he had basically confirmed that Dumbledore had placed the Philosopher's Stone in the room at the end of the fourth floor.

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

In fact, if you want to deal with 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 a bit 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 reveal Severus' identity.

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

So he had to find a way to pass the big dog by himself

With insufficient personal abilities, he could only learn as much as possible about his enemy, so he thought of getting the solution to the dog from Hagrid.

After learning from the bar that Hagrid had always wanted a dragon, Quirrell had a new plan. He planned to exchange a dragon egg for the secret from Hagrid.

And he happens to know where the wild dragons are

"Knockturn Alley. [Knockturn Alley]"

Knockturn Alley is another shop area in London besides Diagon Alley. Many materials related to black magic can be purchased here, which is equivalent to the gray trading area in 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 with a crow mark printed on the door. The dark and humid environment here made him feel comfortable.

"Fufufu~ This guest is welcome~ Is there anything I can help you with~"

A distinctive-looking clerk made a strange noise in the darkness. He glanced up and down Quirrell's body with greedy eyes, as if he was estimating 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 made uncomfortable by the store owner's gaze. 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 shedding."

The shopkeeper's face changed, and his smile became more sincere: "Then the customer will come with me."

Quirrell silently followed the shopkeeper and walked into the shop. The further inside, the space became wider and wider, and the materials on the shelves on both sides became more and more indescribable. The environment became more and more eerie and terrifying. Quirrell also He saw several "guests" wearing hoods like him approaching each other.

This is a corner of the other world within the other world, one of the places where shady transactions are carried out. In fact, this is Quirrell's first time in this kind of place. The bottles and jars on both sides contain human or other creatures. He felt uncomfortable looking at the mutilated body parts.

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

"Oh? Do you have giant dragon eggs for sale here?" Quirrell looked happy. If there were some here, he wouldn't have to look for them.

As a result, the shopkeeper's smile froze on his face, and he felt embarrassed as if he had boasted and been exposed.

"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."

Quirrell raised his eyebrows: "How much does it cost?"

The shopkeeper extended a slap in the face.

"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? Slaying a dragon doesn’t have to be so expensive! ?

Quirrell pretended not to care and changed the subject: "Forget it, just kidding, I came here to buy the door key."

The shop owner didn't care. He turned around and looked for something at the counter: "Where to go?"

"Norway, Nordland."

"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 from the shelf

"Okay, thank you for your patronage, a thousand gold galleons."

Quirrell's hand in 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 knew that the price of smuggled door keys on the black market was high, but at most it cost a few hundred gold galleons. How about a door key worth several thousand dollars? I might as well buy a broomstick and fly there! This bastard must be entertaining me!

"Hehehehe, this guest, times have changed. Of course, the price of this door key has also increased. It is also the same price when 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? Why don’t you go?”

"."is that a lie? Ten gold galleons so cheap? ? Does any Lake experience store have this kind of service? Quirrell was moved: "Do you need identification there?"

"Of course! Isn't it just to avoid this that customers want to buy portkeys from me to smuggle out?" The shop owner rubbed his hands and said, "Times have changed. There are fewer and fewer people doing the doorkey business now. We don't mention it. The price will make you starve to death. Customers should understand.”

"." I'm starving to death! You just don't have enough business, so you'll kill him when you finally meet a water fish! Quirrell was so angry that he had no choice, because he was in a hurry. The school holiday was only for one month. He had to get the dragon egg matter done in ten days. He couldn't waste time on the road, but a thousand gold galleons

"Here, money." At this time, a voice that made him tremble sounded in Quirrell's mind.

Gas, cold, shaking.

Don’t feel bad if your emotional 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, 99% 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 page, glanced at the pile of gold coins on the table, and laughed so much that his mouth watered: "Guest, you are generous."

"." Quirrell tried hard to control himself not to use the power he had just gained on this shop owner.

The shop owner swept the gold coins with his wand, put them into a small bag, then handed Quirrell a badge-like thing and said, "Take this, and when you leave the shop, someone will take you to where you need to go."

Quirrell looked at the shop owner deeply, said nothing, took the things and turned around to leave. When he went out, another hooded man was already waiting there.

"Follow me and don't get lost."

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, 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, I haven't been out for a long time. I don't know how difficult our industry is now."

"Huh?" 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 can be easily traced and is very unsafe. As for why there are magic everywhere in London when making cars. The cameras set up by the Ministry are still under surveillance by the Ministry of Magic. Only taking Muggle transportation to leave London is less likely to arouse suspicion. As long as you leave London, we can arrange a door key for you. "

"Don't worry, since we have collected the money, we will ensure 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 Crow, are professional."

Quirrell was stunned for a moment after hearing this. Why did this world suddenly feel so strange?