People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

But that doesn't stop him from showing off.

Seeing Harry and the others studying hard and slacking off during the holidays, he felt extremely happy, just like drinking an ice-cold Coke in the dog days of summer.

And, he was actually drinking Coke.

He spent 10 gems to light up a Muggle supermarket in London and could drink whatever he wanted.

But even Hermione, who was greedy for Basil's body, could not stand such behavior.

At first, she would say, "Bajir is indeed the one who easily accomplished what others could not accomplish—finishing the homework in one day."

But now...she snatched the still-cold Coke from Badger and took a big gulp.

"Be quiet, so Harry and the others won't be able to concentrate on their homework." Then she lowered her voice, leaning close to Basil's ear, "Why don't you go to Diagon Alley to play? I know you must have found a secret passage out of the school. Just like Fred and George can bring back Honeydukes candy on non-Hogsmeade days."

"Forget it." Baqir shrugged.

He had long been tired of going to Diagon Alley. When it was first activated, he often went there in disguise.

I can't use my real identity, and I have to choose the right time to go shopping and window shopping here, so I'm not as excited as I imagined.

And London, it was no different from the London before he traveled through time, in terms of the layout of the Muggle world.

As Harry Potter fans, the twin sisters once came to this city and lived with him for a month.

For Basil, Hogwarts was more interesting.

Well, he was afraid of being discovered by old glass Dumbledore.

As far as he could see, during his free time in the office, Dumbledore would use a fog condenser to review and observe in real time everything that happened in every corner of the castle (there was usually no fog condenser in the bathroom and dormitory), and their dormitory was the place where he and Harry appeared the most.

Sometimes, his images even surpass Harry's.

So, every time I went to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets for training, to Hogsmeade, or to London, I went there in between using the toilet or taking a shower.

Well, it also works when you hide yourself under the quilt.

But except for holidays, I only sleep in the quilt at night.

At that time, there was nothing fun in Hogsmeade and London. The fun things were indescribable. We could only go to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets for training and classes.

Damn! Are there any laws left? I can't even have peace in the dormitory!

Baqir didn't even dare to wear something cooler!

But all this - just their dormitory was observed.

This was because Peter Pettigrew, who had turned into a mouse, would rest on Ron or Harry's bed, sometimes even next to their pillow.

In fact, during one of his routine inspections of the territory, when he came to the principal's office, he heard such a conversation.

At that time, Dumbledore was looking at the scene in the fog - the night in Bagill's dormitory.

The picture focused on Harry's cheek.

Just as Bagel was thinking about whether he should just cast a killing curse on the old pervert Dumbledore, the portraits of former headmasters on the walls and ceiling couldn't help but speak.

One of the fat wizards with a red nose waved his fist and shouted, "You have failed this school. The Sorting Hat should have put you in Azkaban!"

"Thank you, Fusco," Dumbledore said with a smile.

At this time, the picture in the silver mist expanded, and the fat rat Scabbers, who was facing Harry's cheek with his butt, appeared in the picture.

"But unfortunately, I have a valid reason."

"On Christmas Eve, when I was talking to the boy, I found a strange yet familiar magnetic field and a few strands of gray hair on Harry's pillow. I called up my past memories and finally found the answer - Peter Pettigrew."

"A character who should have died long ago and is called a hero." Dumbledore's words were mixed with a hint of shock.

"He's an Animagus? Am I to understand that," Phineas Nigellus, the most unpopular headmaster in history, could not help but speak, "my great-great-grandson - the last of the Black family - is innocent?"

Dumbledore raised his eyelids. "During the remaining days of the Christmas holidays, I went to Azkaban many times and tried to talk to Sirius. But he insisted that he was guilty and killed James and his family. His mind was very confused. When I used Legilimency, I could only read deep guilt."

"Until I said, a gray mouse with a missing toe was found next to Harry."

"His mind just cleared up again. Then I saw everything."

"What about my great-great-grandson?" Phineas paced back and forth in the frame, very anxious.

"I have communicated with Sirius, who is sober. Although he also understands that Peter will not stay in prison for long after I know his identity, he insists that he must stay in prison to atone for his sins before I catch Peter and make the truth public."

"He said that if I didn't agree to him, he would immediately turn to the Dementors and commit suicide." Dumbledore rubbed his brows.

But in fact, he is not as distressed as he looks.

Sirius, who is now in Azkaban, is no longer in human form. His hair is dirty and tangled, hanging down to his elbows, his teeth are yellow, his eye sockets are sunken, and his waxy skin is tightly attached to the skeleton of his face, making him look like a skull.

It’s hard to imagine that a face that was once so beautiful would become like this.

Maybe it would be better to recuperate in prison for a while before meeting Harry again.

He had arranged a single room with no Dementors around, a fireplace, a luxurious bed, a bathroom, and a meat supply.

Normally, this is where high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic are imprisoned for a short period of time.

At this time, a wizard with a pale face and short black bangs raised a question: "I remember that you can't transform yourself in the Hogwarts castle. Even Animagus can only change forms outside the castle. Your reason for monitoring the students' dormitories is not sufficient."

His eyes were full of scrutiny.

Considering Dumbledore's sexual orientation, this is not a small issue that can be taken lightly.

"You forgot about Voldemort. He was in the back of Quirrell's head, and was publicly named by Harry. I am very worried that Peter will use this opportunity to contact Tom. Tom knows about Peter's Animagus form. The reason he didn't act before was because he thought Peter died at the hands of Sirius."

"Just like Sirius thought he had killed Peter."

"No one believed that a wizard would be willing to play the role of a pet mouse and be played with by others for ten years."

"Then what are you going to do about this, Peter?" Phineas was very puzzled. "It should be easy for you, but why haven't you done anything until now? Instead, you are monitoring me."

Dumbledore shook his head. "The timing is not right. Catching Tom is the most important thing now."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 76 Pet Box

At the time, this surprised Bagel greatly.

Before this, he never knew that Dumbledore set up this chess game in order to capture Voldemort.

He thought it was just to test whether Voldemort knew that Harry was his Horcrux and the power of the love spell on Harry.

In order to plan Voldemort's resurrection later, Harry's blood was used to lay the groundwork.

In this way, the love spell that should have disappeared after Harry came of age can continue in the bodies of Harry and Voldemort.

When Harry was about to die in the end, he was able to survive thanks to this connection.

Just destroy the soul fragments in the body and get rid of the identity of the Horcrux.

He didn't expect that Dumbledore would not obey the prophecy.

I thought about solving all this in Harry's first year and freeing Harry from his fate.

Bagel had doubts about the content of this conversation, but the ability to discern lies brought by the "Truth Appraiser" allowed him to confirm that Dumbledore had not told a single lie.

He also learned that a large amount of gems would be harvested later.

Peter Pettigrew's early imprisonment and Sirius' early release are undoubtedly big changes compared to the original world line.

This made Bagel feel much better, after Harry and the others inevitably found out that the Philosopher's Stone was hidden in the restricted area on the fourth floor.

And now. Bagir narrowed his eyes.

Hagrid ran to the library to borrow books, trying to hide behind the books that were very small compared to his huge body.

It immediately attracted the attention of Harry and others who were temporarily distracted from doing their homework because of Basil Versailles.

In Bagel's mind, the clear and three-dimensional Hagrid's hut was now closed on this warm sunny day, and there was a dragon egg roasting in the fireplace.

"Hagrid actually came to borrow a book?" Ron narrowed his eyes, gossiping. "Could this be related to the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Yeah," nodded Harry, who was also not interested in reading. "That's very strange. But how can we know -"

Harry's eyes turned to Ron, who smirked.

A minute later he returned with a pile of books in his arms, which he slammed onto the table.

"Case solved! Dragons!" he whispered. "Hagrid's been looking up information on dragons! Look at these: 'Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland', 'From Egg to Death', 'A Guide to Keeping a Dragon'."

"Hagrid has always wanted a dragon. He told me so when I first met him," said Harry.

Then Ron started to do some popular science. At the Wizarding Conference in 1709, a bill banning the raising of dragons was officially passed.

And what wild dragons there are in Britain, and what the Ministry of Magic does with Muggles who see wild dragons - use the Oblivion Charm on them.

Finally, even Hermione couldn't sit still anymore.

"So what exactly does Hagrid want to do?"

"We'll find out if we go there." Bagir drank the Coke and burped.

An hour later they were in Hagrid's hut, which was incredibly hot because it was enclosed and had a fire burning.

After declining Hagrid's dark dish, the ferret sandwich, Harry took the initiative and mentioned the Philosopher's Stone.

"The things in the small bag you carried from Gringotts on my birthday are the same things hidden in the restricted area on the fourth floor - the Philosopher's Stone."

Bang! The teapot in Hagrid's hand fell to the ground, and the scalding tea almost splashed on Yaya.

"What do you know about me?"

"Hehe," Ron stood up, "We also know that Snape wants to get the Philosopher's Stone. To this end, he even threatened Professor Quirrell, trying to get the method to pass the three-headed dog from him."

Hagrid slumped in his chair. "Lu Wei, you guys know that too?"

He was so shocked that he forgot to defend Snape.

The next second he perked up again, "Wait, what are you talking about? Quirrell knew how to get through Fluffy? Impossible! Except for me and Dumbledore, no one knows that Fluffy's weakness is music."

"So, the three-headed dog is called Fluffy," Harry answered quickly.

In order to save words, Bajir directly guessed: "Weakness. Music? Could it be that it will fall asleep after listening to music?"

"Oh! The Galloping Gorgon!" exclaimed Hagrid.

He covered his mouth immediately, and it seemed that he had made up his mind and was not going to say a word.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.

They all understood that Bagir must have guessed right!

Ron gave Harry a look, signaling him to ask his next question.

In this closed room, the black egg in the fire of the fireplace is obviously a dragon egg!

He had just been to Romania, and if he was not mistaken, this must be a Norwegian Ridgeback egg.

Harry didn't understand.

He said directly: "This is a Norwegian Ridgeback egg. Are you going to hatch it? Do you have a pet box ready?"

Ever since Newt, with the help of the pets in his magical pet box, has done a series of epic things.

With the help of the traceless extension spell and the weather spell, boxes with complete natural cycles inside began to become popular.

Although it was only circulated on the black market in the UK, Ron had never heard of it before.

But in Romania, it is a fashion.

Almost every household has a domestic dragon - in a box.

But Hagrid seemed a little confused, and he immediately loosened his mouth.

"A pet box?" He pulled out a large book from under his pillow. "I borrowed it from the library - 'Raising Dragons for Pleasure and Profit'. It's outdated, but it's very comprehensive. For example, put the eggs in the fire and imitate their mother breathing on them. After they come out, feed them a bucket of brandy and chicken blood every half hour."

"You can recognize it because you went to Romania during Christmas. There are a lot of dragon farms there. Is the pet box a must?" He showed a worried look. "Is it expensive?"

Ron waved his hand and said, "Not expensive! Just sell some of the unicorn tail hairs that you use as bandages. The pet box refers to Newt Scamander's, which can hold large magical animals and has a complete natural cycle."

"But it's illegal to keep dragons," Hermione pointed out bluntly.

Ron laughed. "As long as you're not caught, it's not illegal. All the wizards in Romania do this. Not to mention, there's Mr. Scamander! He's been doing this for years and nothing has happened! This is a loophole he deliberately left when he wrote the law."

"Really?!!" Hagrid's black beetle-like eyes suddenly burst into joy and desire.

"If you want, I think Ron should be able to help you order a pet box." Bagel, who smelled the scent of the gem, interrupted.