Ron was not the only one who had thought about the Philosopher's Stone - in fact, when Ron got the Philosopher's Stone news, Draco also knew this information.

Ron never dreamed that while he was trying to slander from Hagrid, a house elf named Dobby was hiding beside him with the magical body spell.

That's right, Dobby - the alien in this house-elf was completely exploited by Draco. He took advantage of Dobby's worship of Harry, and as a "Harry friend", he hoped Dobby could help him monitor Ron.

This is also the most important content in Draco's letter to his home last time, besides asking about the three-headed dog.

Although he usually maintains an impeccable aristocratic posture, I have to say that Draco is much higher than those pure blood in terms of flexibility in thinking - he never thought that these domestic elves were inferior. Even after discovering that they could ignore Hogwarts's ban, cast spells or even phantoms at will, Draco deliberately repaired his relationship with Dobby.

In Dobby's opinion, his master was a sinister bastard, but the little master was a little sun - "Draco is the future of the Malfoy family."

It is also because of this that when Draco summoned, Dobby came to Hogwarts without hesitation.

At Hogwarts, Draco used the excuse that "Harry's friends may not be reliable" and hoped that Dobby could monitor Ron and talk to herself about what Ron was doing.

As a domestic elf, Dobi did not have a strict privacy concept and did not think there was any problem with doing this (the domestic elf is more or less a bit neurotic), so he agreed to Draco and always relied on the magical body curse to monitor Ron.

So, after confirming that Harry and Ron met the three-headed dog, Draco handed over the surveillance task to Dobby, and he focused more on his studies - it was not an easy task to maintain the identity of Slytherin's number one student.

Dobby's surveillance was very rewarding. When Malfoy learned that Nick Lemay, he quickly realized the Philosopher's Stone without asking anyone. So, in Malfoy's eyes, a complete clue appeared.

The Gringott preserved magic stone - The Gringott was invaded - Dumbledore guessed the invasion - the Philosopher's Stone was transferred in advance - the three-headed dog was loaned out by Hagrid to keep the Philosopher's Stone.

After sorting out all this, Draco narrowed his eyes slightly while twisting his platinum.

Like Ron, Draco also believes that the Philosopher's Stone may be the key to the core laws of the world - after all, the world's evaluation of the Philosopher's Stone is "the greatest achievement of alchemy."

After pondering for a moment, Draco looked at Dobby: "You are really great, Dobby."

Dobi, who was praised by the little master, blinked his big tennis-like eyes, and couldn't help but feel uncontrollable joy on his face, and even had the urge to hit the wall with his head. Fortunately, Draco, who knew his habits, quickly thought about his own words and assigned it a new task.

"Look, Harry has been involved in a big trouble." Draco spread his hands, as if he was really worried about Harry. "That's a three-headed dog, something that only exists in myths - if Harry really has something that shouldn't have, then life may be in danger!"

"Yes, yes!" Draco's words completely deceived Dobby, and the joy of the house-elf's face completely disappeared, replaced by overwhelming concerns. "Dobby wants to stop Harry, Dobby cannot put Harry in danger!"

"So, we can't let Harry go there, right?" Draco tempted, "If he gets closer to that door... we'll lock it!"

"Yes, yes!" Dobby's eyes lit up and he began to nod, "Dobby will-but...I can't deform the walls and doors of Hogwarts."

"It doesn't matter." Draco looked confident, "We can add a door bolt to the door with a transfiguration."

"A genius-like idea!" Dobby's admiration for his little master was simply unparalleled, "so that I can protect the great Potter forever!"

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Broken cauldron bar.

Hagrid is playing cards with a guy I've never seen before.

Hagrid was lucky today, and he won one after another - he had to drink a glass of wine if he lost a game, and the other party was about to drink under the table.

"Damn big guy." The guy who looked like an Indian complained in a mumble, "Your luck is a little better..."

"Hehe, hehe." Hagrid just smiled and didn't say anything, "Good luck."

This is indeed a good luck - Haeger is a semi-giant. He likes to play cards very much, but his card skills are very stinking. In the Break Cauldron Bar, no one wants to form a game with him.

It was so boring to play cards with Hager - just watch Hager drink alone, but this guy is still not drunk. What's the point?

"Do you want to play a big one?" The Indian blinked hard, trying to make himself look smarter, "In the next game, if you win, I'll give you a good thing - if I win, you drink this."

As he said that, the Indian man patted the bucket of barley wine beside him. Even the half-giant would be dizzy if he went down.

"nice one?"

Hagrid was a little curious.

The Indian signaled Hagrid to lower her head, and then showed him a special egg - the pattern was clearly the dragon egg!

Although Hagrid could not recognize the species of dragons at the first time, he could guarantee that it was definitely a dragon egg!

Oh my God, Hagrid dreams of raising a dragon!

So Hager agreed to the bet without hesitation - the two started the next game, but Hager was hammered.

Hager, who was full of desire for Dragon Egg, would not give up easily, so the two of them regrouped and made another round, and Hager lost again...

In this way, he lost five games in a row and poured out five large buckets of barley wine. Just when he was about to be unable to hold on, he finally won.

"I won... hiccup!" Hagrid, who was hiccup, excitedly opened his big hand, "Give it... to me!"

"I want to know if you can... hiccup... can take care of it." The other party also drank a lot, "I don't want to know that a dragon is causing trouble everywhere!"

"I am the guardian of the hunting ground!" Hagrid proudly patted his chest, "Nothing is something I can't take good care of..."

"Even if it's 5X level?" The Indian guy looked suspicious, "Eight-eyed giant spider-the ground..."

“…”

Hagrid wanted to talk about the eight-eyed giant spider, but the painful lesson of Hogwarts' dropout made him unwilling to mention that matter, so when the words came to his mouth, the eight-eyed giant spider turned into a three-headed dog.

"That's what? I can even get along with three-headed dogs - Lu Wei is so fierce, I just play some music and it will fall asleep obediently-"

"Then, you're still really good..." The Indian muttered, leaving the dragon egg to Hagrid, and staggered away from the Burnt Cauldron Bar, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Hagrid hurriedly picked up the dragon egg and hurriedly checked out and left the bar - he didn't notice that behind the corner, the Indian man turned into Professor Quirrell's appearance.

"Music, ha, it's music." Kilow looked extremely excited, "I need a piece of music, and a chance-"

“It’s Halloween soon.”
Chapter completed!