The Weasley brothers made some jokes and soon returned to the common room.

Harry suspected that the secret passage might still have a few more years of life - if the two of them could walk quietly.

Ron squatted at the door, waiting anxiously.

"Harry, did you buy the things?" When he saw several people coming in, he couldn't wait to ask.

Harry had a blank expression on his face and handed over a large bag of candy: "Here, here."

Ron held out his hand and took it blankly.

No……

That's not what I'm talking about.

George teased: "Our little Ronnie is still a baby who loves desserts."

"Dumbledore also likes candy." Ron did not deny it and casually grabbed someone out to take the blame for him.

Fred shook his head. "But he's Dumbledore."

George chimed in: "And you're just Flobberworm-level Ronnie Baby."

Ron waved his hand and strode to Harry's side: "Harry, I mean, our one..."

Harry took off his hat and placed it on the chair by the fireplace. "Wait a moment. I have something to ask it."

"Thank you, it's really cold outside." The Sorting Hat shivered. "This will make you more comfortable."

Harry also moved a chair over and sat down: "I found a problem today."

The Sorting Hat glanced at him, waiting for questions, and then it sat comfortably by the fire with its tip drooped.

"The man whose hands I cut off had the effects of the sword oil on his wounds," Harry said, "but he was a human, so the sword oil had no effect on him."

"I remember the sword oil was wiped clean."

The Sorting Hat said lazily: "It can absorb some of the magical effects carried by ** and blood."

"Like your sword oil."

"You didn't tell me." Harry reached into his hat and pulled out another bottle of ogre oil - he had brewed it again and now felt like he had lost out.

The Sorting Hat said confidently: "You didn't ask."

"How long can it last?" Harry asked seriously.

The Sorting Hat thought for a moment. "Ten years, maybe twenty years. I haven't seen this effect in a long time."

"When Dumbledore drew this sword, he was already over sixty years old, but he had never used it before."

"Any other effects?" Harry asked again.

The Sorting Hat said proudly: "Of course, it can cut through water and fire, and is immune to some spells. After all, Gryffindor has used this sword to fight wizards."

Harry was somewhat amazed. The best weapon he had ever used could only amplify the effect of the Alder Sign - this was a gift Lambert brought back for him.

The effect that satisfied him the most was undoubtedly the ability to absorb sword oil.

save money.

How long can you keep taking advantage of Heiger? Seven years at most...

Harry stood up and patted Ron on the shoulder: "Come on, let's go out for a while."

"Where to? Hogsmeade?" Ron asked excitedly.

Harry glanced at him. "Go find Hagrid. I didn't get what I wanted."

"Nothing in Hogsmeade either?" Ron followed Harry. "How about sending a letter to Hermione and asking her to try?"

"Hermione has no money." Harry shook his head.

Ron was stunned: "I think she is quite rich, she bought so many books."

"She is from a non-wizard family." Harry climbed out of the common room. "The amount of gold Galleons that can be exchanged each year is limited."

"And they are too young. That stuff is contraband. We've run into scammers when we go to Hogsmeade."

Ron was curious: "Liar?"

Harry narrated slowly, and by the time they reached the door of Hagrid's hut, he had almost finished what he had said under Ron's questioning.

"That's great." Ron's eyes were full of envy.

The simple little wizard who was out for fun met a cruel and vicious black wizard. Finally, with the wisdom of the little wizard, he successfully defeated the black wizard.

What a fairytale experience.

Why didn’t those two damn brothers take me with them? Otherwise, I would also be Harry’s thigh pendant now... Oh, no, I would be one of the brave little wizards.

Harry knocked on the door and Fang rushed out first. When he saw who it was, he immediately tucked his tail between his legs, whimpered, and hid back in the house.

"Harry? Why are you here..." Hagrid was a little surprised, "Oh, it's not that I don't welcome you, I just didn't expect it."

"Merry Christmas." Harry congratulated, without further ado, and got straight to the point, "I need your help with something."

Hagrid ushered them in. "What's up?"

"I need powdered bicorn horn and boomslang skin. Do you have any?" Harry asked.

Hagrid shook his head. "Why would you want these things? They are all contraband."

Harry didn't try to hide anything and said sincerely: "We need this thing for the first stage of the Gryffindor Trial."

"The Trial of Gryffindor?" Hagrid's eyes widened. "Oh, yes, you drew the sword of Gryffindor when you entered school. I don't have any of these things in my hands now."

Ron was disappointed.

"But I'm going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy some potions to remove vixen." Hagrid said, "I can go and help you check. You know, there are always some wizards who will do this kind of business."

Harry pulled money out of his pocket, twenty Galleons, and put them on the table. "Thanks, Hagrid."

"No, it's free." Hagrid blushed and waved his hands.

Harry shook his head, "This isn't for you. This is for the people who sell these things."

Friendship between friends should not be mixed with money. Even if the relationship between the Wolf Faction is very good, matters concerning the commission must be calculated clearly - drinking for free does not count, that is another matter.

Hagrid nodded reluctantly and raised his hand to pat his chest. "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely get it for you at the most fair price."

Chatted with Hagrid for a while.

Harry and Ron left, declining Hagrid's bag of rock biscuits, a food that even witchers could do nothing with.

Until the Christmas holiday is almost over.

Hagrid owled the letter to Harry.

"Did you buy the things?" Harry asked as he hurried in.

Hagrid hesitated. He pointed to the table, on which was a wooden box, eighteen gold Galleons, and a pile of silver Sickles. "I only bought the Boomslang skin. I didn't get any powdered Bicorn horn."

Harry picked up the box and opened it. The snake skin was dark blue and looked very fresh, having been peeled off less than a month ago.

"Thanks, Hagrid." Harry said seriously, "That's solved half of my problem."

Hagrid pushed the money toward Harry again. "I also have an idea for powdered bicorn horns. There's some in the Forbidden Forest, but they're a little naughty."

"Besides, it's snowing heavily now, so it might not be easy to find them. I need some time."

Harry smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm only in the first grade, there are still six and a half years."

Hagrid was stunned: "Harry, you should smile more often. You really look like your mother when you smile."

The Christmas holidays are coming to an end soon.

The first thing Hermione did when she returned to Hogwarts was to find Harry. After learning that Harry had obtained the formula for Polyjuice Potion and was only missing the last ingredient, "bicorn horn powder", she looked inexplicably melancholy.

"How long will it take Hagrid to get it?" Hermione was holding a book, reading the information about the Bicorn. "This is a level 4 'X' dangerous creature."

"I remember he wasn't considered a proper wizard?"

"Don't worry, Hagrid can handle it." Harry waved his hand. "He's very strong. At least the giant monster I fought was no match for him."

Hermione still frowned: "How about we go to Snape's storage room and steal?"

"I said, this is the most convenient way." Ron pinched his waist when he saw someone expressed the same opinion as him.

Harry shook his head: "That's the last resort."

Hagrid's efficiency this time was much slower than Harry expected.

Come February.

There has been no news from him.

Harry couldn't wait any longer, so he decided to go and ask in person.

As soon as Friday's classes were over and lunch had been eaten, they hurried to Hagrid's hut.

When they were almost in front of the house, Harry stopped and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

Harry drew his wand: "Something's not right."

Although the weather was getting warmer, the house was locked tightly, the curtains were drawn, and the temperature in the house was frighteningly high. Even standing so far away, he could feel a heat wave blowing towards him.

Hermione and Ron didn't dare to speak. They held their breath and followed Harry slowly to the door.

Dongdong——

Harry knocked on the door: "Hagrid, are you home?"

A muffled voice responded from the room: "Who is it?"

It was Hagrid's voice, and it was wholesome, much to Harry's relief. "It's me, Harry."

"Wait a moment." Hagrid responded suddenly becoming flustered, and after a while, he opened the door and let them in.

It was hotter inside, and the fire in the fireplace burned brighter than on a winter day.

"Harry, you'll have to wait a little longer," Hagrid muttered, "I haven't had any time..."

Harry ignored him and walked straight to the fireplace and stopped. "There's an egg in the fireplace, Hagrid. Is that your lunch? This is really a crude way to prepare it."

"Oh... this, um... is the egg of a very cute creature." Haige hurriedly said, "I'm trying to hatch it."

"Are they dragon eggs?" Hermione asked suddenly. "I've read in a book that only some types of dragon eggs need to be hatched this way."

Ron raised his voice and exclaimed: "Dragon egg?"

"Hagrid, it's illegal to keep dragons! As early as the Wizarding Conference in 1709, it was forbidden for individuals to keep dragons."

Hermione looked at Ron in surprise - she didn't even know this, but Ron, who always slept in History of Magic class, could talk about it so clearly.

"My brother Charlie raises dragons in Romania." Ron scratched his face.

Harry felt the majestic breath of life and magic from the dragon egg, a very high-quality material.

"Where did you get it? When you bought me the African brush snake skin?" Harry resisted the urge to reach out his hand and turned around to ask.

Hagrid pulled his beard and said, "No, it was just a few nights ago. I was drinking in Hogsmeade and wanted to ask if anyone had any powdered bicorn horn for you."

"A stranger came up to me to play cards, and within a few rounds he took out a dragon egg as a bet - to be honest, the man was eager to get rid of it."

Harry stood up and raised an eyebrow. "Bet with dragon eggs? Is there anyone else besides you?"

Hagrid shook his head. "No, it's just the two of us. The dragon egg is too eye-catching."

"Tell me about that night." Harry went back and sat down next to Hagrid.