My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 437 Fantastic Beasts Are Here

"Hagrid, would you mind being read by Legilimency?"

Nelson tilted his head and whispered to Hagrid.

"Huh? What?"

Hagrid asked in a daze. He still hadn't figured out why Nelson would mention the magic of Legilimency on this occasion. Out of trust, he nodded and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as you don't read— "

"Thank you," before Hagrid could finish his sentence, Nelson stood on tiptoe and stretched out his wand, pressing it against his temple. Immediately, Hagrid's big round eyes were filled with milky white light. Nelson flicked his arm, and a A slender, glistening stream of mist was drawn from his temple, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in puberty for young children."

"I'm not, I didn't..." Hagrid murmured, closed his eyes, fell to the ground, was caught by a snake net made of magic power, and was gently placed on the ground. , Legilimency will not cause harm to the caster, not to mention that the caster is a wizard like Nelson who is proficient in this way, but Hagrid is still sleeping in the moment of emptiness when the memory is pulled away, It seemed that his encounter in the Forbidden Forest tonight had made him extremely tired. Aragog's "friend" seemed not as friendly as he said.

"What's the matter? Are you finally going to attack Hagrid's Spidermouth because you're jealous of my Parseltongue?" Tom thoughtfully added a quilt to Hagrid, and joked, "Of course, if you are willing to share with me For a moment, I'm not going to tell Hagrid that you peeked at his little secret of puberty."

"Still peeking?" Nelson curled his lips, "Isn't it obvious enough that he squeezed on that big girl last semester when he had nothing to do? I just want to know who gave him the acromantula eggs...Damn it, boy He's shorter than Hagrid, can't see his face clearly, and his voice doesn't sound like a local, I think such clear conditions are enough to help us exclude some people."

"Yes," Tom nodded approvingly, "at least two can be ruled out, Hagrid and the big girl he's been communicating with for half a year."

"I'll tell him about you peeking at his teenage letters."

Nelson rolled his eyes, and slowly approached the memory condensed on the tip of his staff between his brows. This wisp of mist-like light obediently approached his face, and slowly penetrated into his left eye.

"It can't be my fault, after all, he asked me about rhetoric," Tom shrugged, but Nelson could no longer hear his voice, so he had to stand aside with arms folded, guarding the two of them in the cold night of the Forbidden Forest .

Thick fog filled Nelson's field of vision, and he felt his whole body sinking down, being pulled into a dilapidated small shop.

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"Big guy, please let me go."

In a herb shop in Knockturn Alley, Hagrid was looking for some magical herbs that could lure Bowtruckles. His huge body packed the cramped shop tightly, so that customers who entered later could hardly turn around. The space shook his head and left. The old shopkeeper's face was covered with scars caused by magic, and he stared unkindly at the customer who picked and picked but didn't buy anything with his only one eye. In Knockturn Alley where monsters, ghosts and snakes are mixed together, he can also be called a ruthless character, a textbook-level black wizard, at first glance, he looks like the kind of boss who used to be shocked by the situation, but was shot in the knee and had to retire.

It's just that even he didn't dare to act rashly. The bosses of the magic material shop in Knockturn Alley had heard a little about this tall new customer. After coming in, he lingered in various shops selling prohibited materials and magical animals. Even though he looked like the kind of customer who was easy to persuade, he often could only buy a few bargains to take back home. He obviously didn't have much money in his pocket. But they couldn't just let Hagrid stand in the shop. The shop in Knockturn Alley was already small and dark like a sewer. He stopped at the door and didn't have to do business for almost half a day.

So a shopkeeper of the Fantastic Beasts Shop took the lead, trying to kick out this undesirable customer, but Hagrid's body, which was not afraid of most curses, quickly made him suffer. The guy who went out wearing Hogwarts school robes was a half-giant. Hagrid, who was inexplicably offended, caused a lot of damage in that shop. If normal, Hogwarts might add A missing person, but Dumbledore, who has become active recently, has a great reputation. No one dares to touch his bad luck. In addition, those real ruthless characters in Knockturn Alley are all squatting in Azkaban together. After going to prison, all these factors together allowed Hagrid, Alice, who strayed into the rabbit hole, to safely wander around for a holiday in the dark world full of dangers.

The one-eyed shopkeeper sighed, and was about to take out some bargains to send the little rascal away, so as not to be closed for an afternoon, but at this moment, a wizard in a black robe came in from the door, not at all ignorant. Mindful that there was not much room left in the shop, he walked up to Hagrid and looked around the small shop.

"Dear guest, what would you like to pick?"

"Has Bojin Burke's store moved? It's really changed here. You can't even find a decent store... Do you accept dragon eggs here?"

The voice of the visitor was as hoarse as metal, he pulled his hood tight, and asked the shopkeeper in rough English.

Nelson sat on the table in front of the owner, his feet up, staring at the visitor with interest.

"I'm afraid you haven't been here for a long time. If you want to find him, you may have to bring some fruit cakes or something to visit the prison. I suggest you go out and turn left and go to Diagon Alley. There are many good shops there," the owner raised one eye The eyebrows above, asked softly, "What dragon?"

"Norwegian Ridgeback, a good product that you absolutely don't have in the UK."

However, when the shopkeeper heard that the order was enough for three months last year, he lay down on the table dejectedly, shook his head, and said softly, regardless of the Hogwarts student next to him: "Sir, you have come to the wrong place. In today's England, that stuff can't be sold anymore."

"Oh?" There was a trace of confusion in the black-robed wizard's tone, "But last year..."

"Last year was last year, sir," the shopkeeper said helplessly, spreading his hands, "Recently, those noble gentlemen were put together by the Black family, and they all gave in and handed over the business of magical animal products. The Black family is now Like a mad dog, only the magical animal products they handle are allowed to appear on the market, and if they dare to violate it, they will be ransacked by those Aurors who treat them as dogs!"

"If I remember correctly, this place should be a black market. Aren't the people doing business here a group of outlaw lunatics?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the black-robed wizard's tone.

"The outlaws are all squatting in prison," the shopkeeper snorted coldly, lying on the chair, "If you can get something else, such as a gorgon or a hellhound, I will You can still find a way to deal with it. You know, the materials obtained from these magical animals are generally used to do some black magic tricks. They can still be circulated in the black market. What can dragon materials do? Wands? Protective gear? Clothes? These are all serious materials. Since you are selling it, you should know how to get rid of this thing in this situation? If I eat it, I will inevitably throw a lot of Galleons in it. The egg was sold to someone big? And will the Ministry of Magic track it down a few months later when it grows as big as a house and starts flying fire-breathing over London?"

"Hey," the black-robed wizard was amused, Hagrid didn't notice at all that there was a man standing between himself and the shopkeeper who was staring at him without blinking in Hagrid's memory. It's really strange."

"So, if you have any other good stuff—you know what I'm talking about, bring it out quickly," said the shopkeeper, sitting up straight, turning his one-eyed bone slyly, "of course, if You are willing to put the eggs with me, and let me help you sell them slowly."

"There's no door at all." The visitor flatly rejected him, making the owner return to the state of lying on a chair waiting to die.

Hagrid, who had his back to the two of them, said nothing, but his heart was not as peaceful as it looked. Hagrid, who had longed for dragons since he was a child, had already started drooling when he heard the dragon eggs, especially after hearing this. The dragon egg owned by the foreign wizard is the powerful Norwegian Ridgeback queen among dragons, and the soul has already flown into his pocket.

The wizard didn't stop, turned and left the shop, Hagrid thought for a while, and ran after him.

The shopkeeper who heard Hagrid's footsteps raised his head and snorted softly, "Two troubles."

With Hagrid's departure, the memory in the store closed the door to Nelson. Even though nothing in his memory would affect him, he still patted the hand that was holding the disgusting shelf, and followed Hagrid's footsteps out. .

The dark wizard who left the shop didn't have any reason to be fast. Instead, he stopped and stopped as if he was very interested in the goods of the swindlers on this street. Hagrid followed him on tiptoe, hiding on the shelves on the side of the road from time to time. In the back, the short shelves were not enough to cover his figure. Nelson leaned on his forehead and sighed. This foolish boy had already been exposed, and he thought his stealth was very successful. Fortunately, he was lucky, this wizard did not have any malicious intentions, otherwise When school starts, they have to help Hagrid, who unfortunately died, dig a hole several times larger than normal people.

The black-robed wizard squatted next to the old hag who was selling anti-vampire amulets and bargained. From time to time, he turned his head to look at Hagrid, who was showing most of his body and only hiding his head. Nelson felt angry and laughed beside him, but this kind of staring made him feel uncomfortable. Part of the face was exposed, only the clean chin could be seen, it should be a wizard, but the rest was still unclear.

Finally, when Hagrid was about to lose his hold, he stood up cooperatively, paid the money, played with a garlic-flavored amulet, and turned into a side alley.

Hagrid quickly followed, followed by Nelson. When passing the old witch's stall, he noticed that the stall next to her was still the vampire selling some broken hay. The two seemed to form a funny fixed combination .

Hagrid rushed into the dirty alley, stepped on the black stagnant water, looked blankly at the empty alley, and didn't even notice that Nelson and the wizard were doing the same thing behind him — looked up at his messy hair.

"Hey guys, what are you looking for?"

The wizard asked briskly behind him, his voice was no longer hoarse, but sounded full of energy.

"Am I in the way? Sorry," Hagrid scratched his head and turned around, "I was looking for—"

When he saw the person behind him, he widened his eyes and was stunned for a few seconds before slowly saying, "I'm looking for you."

Nelson shook his head helplessly, but if this person is malicious and his magic is above the average, Hagrid will be in danger.

"Looks like Tom should send Hagrid to detention..." He stood between the two of them, thinking.

"Oh? Are you looking for me?" The wizard pointed to himself and asked curiously, "What can you do with me?"

"Sir, I just heard that you have a Norwegian Ridgeback egg, so I chased after you." Hagrid smiled foolishly, only then did he realize how reckless his rash actions were.

"What? Do you want to buy it?"

"Yes... sir, how much?"

"Looking at the current situation in the UK, let me count you eight hundred."

"Eight hundred? Eight hundred what?" Hagrid's eyes widened.

"Eight hundred Galleons," the wizard tilted his head and said in confusion, "I haven't been here for more than a year. Has the currency circulated by British wizards changed? Or, do you think it's eight hundred Sickles, or Nana?" special?"

"I'm sorry... I... I don't have that much money," Hagrid blushed because of the embarrassment in his pocket, he rubbed his hair irritably, showing reluctance, "Sir, I know it's presumptuous, but it can Shall I see your dragon egg? I just want to touch it."

"That's not okay, big guy, dragon eggs are very precious, but don't worry, if you don't hatch them, dragon eggs can be preserved for hundreds of years, and it won't be too late to find me when you have money in the future." The wizard showed With great patience, he looked at the oversized school uniform on Hagrid and asked, "Are you a student at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, sir," Hagrid replied defenselessly.

"Do you know what kind of creature a dragon is? Little guy," the wizard's address to Hagrid quickly changed, and he said with a smile, "Do you want to raise a dragon?"

"Yes, my childhood dream is to own a dragon."

"Then you are not qualified now, little guy," the wizard smiled. "To become a dragon tamer, liking is not enough. You must have the power to defeat dragons."

"Ah..." Hagrid couldn't imagine, how could he defeat the creature he yearned for since he was a child?He knows nothing about his talent.

"Do you like Fantastic Beasts? I see you were just looking for some herbs to lure small animals."

"I like them," Hagrid said with a bright smile as if he had found a confidant, "I like all magical animals!"

"Well...well, for the sake of your liking for magical animals," the wizard lifted his cloak, revealing the bag and pendant hanging around his waist—the mark of a Deathly Hallows, as if to Just to show it to Hagrid, he fiddled with the bag, spinning the silver emblem around his waist, "I can give you a small gift. Speaking of which, Hogwarts students really like magical animals. , most wizards now see only Bowtruckles as stick insects."

"What?" Hagrid blinked expectantly.

"Well, this," the wizard fumbled for a long time, and took out a handful of small silver balls from the bag. This scene was only fleeting, so Hagrid didn't notice it at all, but Nelson still noticed it, and he pressed gently. He pressed the button on one of the small silver balls, and he held a soft-shelled purple bug egg in his palm, and handed it to Hagrid. It was just as Hagrid described it, only the size of his palm, "This is a critter The homely acromantula, do you know what an acromantula is?"

Hagrid nodded.

"Come on and practice, if you want to become a dragon tamer, start with this simple magical animal."

(End of this chapter)