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"Although he hid it very well, he still showed his true potential!"

In Hagrid's cabin, Harry is trying to convince Hagrid.

"Hagrid, I saw with my own eyes the teeth marks of a three-headed dog on his leg..."

"No, Harry, it's absolutely impossible...Dumbledore trusts Severus as much as he trusts me...Although he does have a bad temper sometimes, he will never betray Dumbledore."

Hagrid shook his head firmly... He still didn't trust Snape when Dumbledore came back to teach Potions class... but time has proven Severus' reliability.

"So... the thing you helped Principal Dumbledore get was the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione asked abruptly.

"Yeah, I was shocked for a long time... Wait! How did you know?" Hagrid looked at the four little wizards in front of him with some annoyance. "Listen, you guys, don't ask about these things anymore. That’s none of your business… I didn’t come here to ask you to try to trick me!”

Hagrid stood up, his tall figure bringing a strong sense of oppression to the four of them.

He picked up an egg from the pile of debris next to him.

"What is this...it's really big!"

Ron's interest was instantly attracted by this huge egg... This egg was half a Ron high, and it took two Rons to hug it to completely surround it.

I reached out and touched it. The surface of the eggshell was very rough, with many breathing holes visible to the naked eye... It might even feel a little hot to your hands if you touch it for a long time.

"This is a dragon egg!" Hagrid lowered his voice very low...but you could still hear the unconcealed excitement and excitement in it. "It looks like it should be a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon."

Hearing that this was a dragon egg, Ron shrank his hands, as if he was afraid that a giant dragon would soon emerge from inside.

"Merlin's beard! The Ministry of Magic does not allow private ownership of this thing... Where did you get it?"

"It was a bet I made with a homeless man in the Leaky Cauldron at Christmas time."

"I bet Charlie would be envious if he knew this...he doesn't have a Norwegian Ridgeback." Ron patted the rough eggshell gently.

"What are you betting on? He will just lose a dragon egg to you?" Harry was a little confused... That's a dragon. A larger dragon tendon on the market costs several galleons. Shouldn't such a cub be? Is it a great value?

"It's not a bet..." Hagrid shook his head, his eyes a little evasive. "Ordinary people don't dare to accept dragon eggs. The Ministry of Magic has been strictly investigating these things... I raised them all for Dumbledore."

Hagrid smiled with some pride... He always believed that doing things for Dumbledore was an honor.

"Fortunately, that kid lost the dragon egg to me, otherwise he would definitely end up in Azkaban when he was discovered by the Ministry of Magic!"

He grabbed a piece of rock cake with his big hand and swallowed it with the mushroom soup... He always felt that the rock cake he made was delicious.

A few people chatted around the fire and stayed there until Filch went to patrol the building before slowly walking back... The fireplace in Hagrid's hut was much warmer than the one in the lounge. Sora is running this way.

"Where's Alicia? Why haven't you seen her these days?"

Ron asked Hermione pretending to be relaxed and casual.

"It seems that there is something going on at home...she asked Professor McGonagall for a few days' leave."

"Is that so..."

After returning to the lounge, the sofas near the fireplace were already occupied. Harry and Ron slipped directly back to the dormitory, while John and Hermione found a corner to read the letter from Segel.

"So, how are your potion sales going?"

Hermione huddled in John's arms, and when she looked up she could see the fuzz on John's chin.

"What's wrong, you are so anxious to check our assets...my little housekeeper!"

John spread the letter out and nuzzled Hermione with his chin.

"No way, it was Catherine who asked me to help her keep an eye on you!"

Hermione blushed and elbowed him, picked up the book on the side, and looked at it dully... She didn't want to care about it.

Looking at the girl who was having trouble with him, John rubbed her hair again and spread the letter on Hermione's open book.

Segel said in the letter that he had delivered the potion to Sir Merlin, and the test results should be available in a few days.He also asked an old acquaintance and found out that due to John's age, he should only have a third-level medal.

In addition, the two properties that John asked them to acquire have also been completed...a two-story shop in Diagon Alley and a manor not far from Moghold Village, both of which are directly in John's name.

With Dumbledore's help, the publicity about the potion was also very successful. I believe that the entire manor will be filled with people attending the auction.

The output of potions was also very satisfactory. In the past month, the anonymous people had refined almost two hundred bottles of potions... Segel praised John's talent for refining potions in his letter. He said that John gave This recipe is very complete. Apart from the slightly expensive materials, there are basically no difficulties in refining it.

It doesn't even have requirements for firepower or brewing time. As long as the dosage of the materials and the order of delivery are correct, even newcomers who have never been exposed to refining medicine can successfully refine it, and there is basically no difference in the effect of the medicine.

Prizes and prizes are all due to the father of the system.

According to John's request, information about magic technology and related things must be communicated face to face.Therefore, Segel did not mention some of the recent technological breakthroughs in magic modification in his letter.

A few days ago, Mr. Stanislav Zavidonov, whom Howard calls a good friend and the Soviet Union's energy leader, has solved the problem of energy replacement.

He took a trick and changed all the internal circuits to alchemy circuits, and asked the alchemy scholars in the Anonymous Doe to carve a magic circle with a similar effect at the end of the circuit.

There is no way. Before the cause of the interference of magic power is studied, any circuits in areas with strong magic power will directly fail...and this is a project that the top management of the organization requires to be completed as soon as possible.

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"Fortunately, the results are almost the same, right?" Stannie washed his face in the mirror. "It's hard to imagine that wizards have alchemy arrays for cooling and heating... but they never thought of using them in life."

In the past few days, he and several alchemists worked in two shifts to modify the blueprints of wizards' home appliances and lathes that can mass-produce parts... It may be puzzling to say that in the magical wizarding world, their manufacturing industry But it's still in the manual manufacturing stage.

At least the alchemists' jaws dropped when they first saw the results of the machine's work.

So far, Stany is quite satisfied with everything about the institute... interesting research topics, sufficient research funds and direct leaders who are also researchers.

This... is simply a paradise for researchers.

Apart from the need to understand each other's research systems, Stany did not encounter any problems.

The anonymous people who stayed at the institute were all former saints who had lived among Muggles at the foot of Nurmengard all year round. Out of their compliance with Grindelwald's ideas and their decades of life experience, they actually appreciated him a little. Muggles...at least, Muggles with a huge population base do not lack geniuses.

Although the research institute is deep underground, you can always take the elevator to the disguised village above to relax. The small village has all the entertainment facilities that should have been available in the 90s... Needless to say, this is definitely Howard's handiwork.

Stany still remembers that night.

At that time, the Soviet Union was already showing signs of disintegration. He and a few old friends were still worrying about the future during the day, but they heard a knock on the door in the middle of the night.

At first, he thought it was party purges or agents from other countries, who had already held Poposa in his arms, but when he opened the door, he saw a young man wearing a black cloak outside.

The young man was checking something on the piece of paper in his hand.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Stanislav Zavidonov's house?"

Listening to the young man's standard British accent, he was ready to drive people away.

"I'm just, what's the matter, kid? It's not safe outside these days."

"That's good...the road in Russia is really hard to find." The young man said, taking out a small, seemingly innocuous wooden stick from his pocket.

"If you have nothing to do, please leave here!" He felt that he might have encountered a madman.

"Wait a minute...Legilimency!" The young man pointed at his wooden stick, which suddenly lit up with white light.

In a daze, he could only vaguely hear the young man reciting some names... Elsa?Damn it!That's his daughter's name!

He steeled himself and struggled against the young man's control.

"I don't mean any harm, Mr. Zavidonov..." The young man looked a little distressed... This was the first thing his father asked him to do, and he wanted to do it perfectly. "Our world needs your help very much, can you Could you and your family please come with me?"

Perhaps it was because of the sincerity when the young man spoke, or perhaps because of the magical means the young man used... He finally chose to take his family with him. After all, at this time, the whole family had no other place to go. .

After calling the whole family downstairs to tidy up, he looked at the young man and said, "Name, friend."

"José Harosh... hold on tight, you might get a little dizzy later."

Jose took out a mysterious-looking wooden board from his pocket and motioned to them.

"why……!"

What an amazing experience... they were transferred from their home in Moscow to the institute in the blink of an eye.

Although the process was a bit ridiculous, he was still very satisfied with the result.

After drying his hands, Stany walked towards the living area... His family was still waiting for him to go back for dinner... Not to mention there were many supplies in the base, which were much more complete than those in Moscow.