The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

Of course, Professor Quirrell was speechless. He didn't know what Red meant. Rather, Red's seemingly unfazed state, as if he had discovered the truth but also seemed not to, was indeed a bit tricky for him. He couldn't even fathom what a first-year wizard was thinking.

"Useless!! You utterly useless piece of trash, didn't you realize that brat was just stringing you along?!"

Professor Quirrell lay on the ground in agony, pleading humbly and respectfully for Voldemort's forgiveness. But it was clear that Voldemort was furious and only intensified his torment of Quirrell. In his agony, the question Red had just asked resurfaced in Quirrell's mind.

But in an instant, he buried the answer to this question deep within his heart. Pain took over his mind, leaving him curled up in his room, convulsing. Voldemort had taken control of his soul, and regret was futile.

After leaving Professor Quirrell's office, Reid planned to spend some more time in the library. He couldn't take the books from the restricted section out of the library yet, so if he wanted to read them, he would have to go there in person. Fortunately, the few restricted books about Transfiguration were all in a nearby location, so he planned to spend a whole day in the library and read them all.

"Red! Come to Hagrid, we've found something incredible!!"

This is a note Harry left for Red, written in Latin in a flame script style. No one but Harry and Red would be able to decipher the meaning of this text.

"What strange thing have you come up with this time? Speaking of which, the Forbidden Forest does seem to have quite a few good materials. Maybe I should 'borrow' some from there when I practice the [Fire Stealing Technique] later."

As Red thought to himself, the scope of the Great Arts was simply too broad. Weaving, casting, music, medicine, astrology, combat, and even some more advanced techniques could be learned. Although they were not necessary, who could resist when knowledge was placed in front of them?

This is precisely why Red's demand for materials will be extremely high, to the point that even Hogwarts might not be able to supply them.

"What exactly are you doing...?"

Red was stunned as soon as he entered the room, because he saw a huge egg placed in the stove. The egg did not look like it was going to be cooked by the high temperature of the flames. Instead, it was radiating an unimaginable vitality.

"This is a... dragon egg. Hagrid found it, and he wants to hatch it."

Harry explained it this way, and Hagrid looked at Red with some nervousness. He had finally managed to convince three people, but he never expected that Harry would turn around and tell a fourth person about it. So now he could only hope that Red wouldn't tell on him.

"Hatching it is easy; you can just throw it into a high-temperature environment and it won't turn into a roasted dragon egg. But the problem is, what do you do after it hatches? Hagrid, have you thought about that? Rathalos should be strictly prohibited from being privately kept. And even if it's not strictly prohibited, how do you guarantee its food, clothing, and safety?"

Red wiped his eyes. The flames were too intense. His first thought was how to cook the dragon egg, but since he couldn't eat it, he had to think about what to do next.

"By the way, I thought you called me over because you found the Philosopher's Stone, although I've pretty much got all the information I need."

Hermione's eyes widened when she heard this. She never expected that Red had learned so much without saying a word, even knowing where the Philosopher's Stone was.

"Wait a minute..." Hagrid was already drenched in sweat. Retrieving the Philosopher's Stone was supposed to be a secret operation, so why did it sound like the whole world knew where the Philosopher's Stone was?

"Let's not talk about this anymore, Hagrid's going to go crazy if we keep going... Tell me, Hagrid, I really don't want to dampen your enthusiasm and hobbies, but how can you guarantee that this little guy won't pose a threat to the students of Hogwarts?"

A fire dragon, even a newborn one, poses a huge threat to a young wizard. It's not like a slow-moving monster; dragon fire and dragon teeth are no joke. Even a newborn dragon can definitely breathe a fresh flame.

"But I can't just let a Norwegian Spinosaurus end up on the black market or be taken away... If it..."

Hagrid even choked up a little as he spoke, and his huge hunting dog, Momo, slowly walked to his side, seemingly trying to comfort him.

"Okay, okay, let's hatch it first, right?"

"Actually... I have an older brother who works at the Fire Dragon Reserve. If it really hatches, we can send the fire dragon to the Fire Dragon Reserve there, so that at least it can have a good place to grow up in peace."

Ron began to speak, mentioning that the Weasley family was exceptionally prosperous in his generation, something many pure-blood wizarding families envied and were jealous of. It was precisely because of this prosperity that his brothers' work spanned many fields.

"Have you already agreed to let Hagrid hatch the egg here?"

Hermione sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation. She could already see Gryffindor's score gradually slipping away. Although she didn't care about it that much anymore, was something that looked so dangerous really a good idea?

"Otherwise what? You don't expect to steal the egg from Hagrid, Hermione... If we're talking about the person at Hogwarts who's best at keeping pets, you won't find another choice besides Hagrid."

Hermione was about to retort, but after a quick mental scan, she realized there was no room for her to argue. What Red said made perfect sense. Apart from Hagrid, who lived near the Forbidden Forest and guarded it, no one else could possibly have had that much time to interact with magical creatures.

So, under Hagrid's grateful gaze, Red joined this small operation and began to offer advice on how to hatch the dragon.

"Can you feel it, Harry?"

"Hmm, what a strange coincidence... but I have absolutely no idea what this person is up to. What would he do if I gave Hagrid a dragon egg?"

Harry and Red sat alone to one side, the egg swaying gently in the roaring fire beside them, indicating that new life would soon be born. Harry sensed a conspiracy. The timing of the dragon egg being delivered to Hagrid so coincidentally, at the moment Hagrid brought the Philosopher's Stone to Hogwarts, must have significance, and the other party must have even figured out Hagrid's temperament.

"I don't know about that... but have you noticed something?"

As Red spoke, Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"How did you do that?"