Voldemort, the Money-Giving Boy

Chapter 76 Voldemort, the Money-Giving Boy

"very good."

Seeing Avada's unwavering loyalty, Voldemort nodded in satisfaction: "Anything else?"

Generally, this phrase means "see the guest out," but after observing his mental state, Avada hesitated before asking, "Professor, you... seem quite happy today?"

Voldemort's mental power was just a hair's breadth away from completely analyzing it; he only needed to stall for five more minutes—no, three more minutes…

"Okay, looks like you noticed."

Voldemort was indeed in a very good mood: "I just accomplished something very important during this Christmas holiday."

"Is it something important?"

Avada repeated curiously.

"That's right, I got a dragon egg."

"A dragon egg?! Are you planning to raise a fire-breathing dragon to attack Hogwarts? But if that happens, the school will..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Voldemort was amused by Avada's foolish question and laughed for a while before gradually calming down: "No, no, how could that be... First of all, dragons are not obedient to humans, and half a year is not enough time for a dragon to mature... Even if an adult dragon were to invade Hogwarts, any professor could easily defeat it."

"Fire dragon...is it that weak?"

Avada was genuinely curious this time—dragons, as magical creatures with a significant presence in the original works, had very limited descriptions of their combat abilities, leaving Avada with little understanding of them. But since the Ministry of Magic classifies them as XXXXX-level magical creatures, the highest danger level, how weak could dragons possibly be?

"Is the fire dragon really that weak?"

Voldemort scoffed, "Otherwise, where do you think wizards get their Dragonheartstring Wand, Dragonhide Gloves, Dragonclaw Powder, and Dragon Blood from? Modern wizards can even raise dragons on a large scale, treating them like livestock... Those who think dragons are scary, or are interested in such animals, are either weaklings or fools."

"I brought this dragon egg here to deal with this idiot."

"Excuse me, Professor, I don't think I quite understood... If even a fire dragon is this weak, what good is a dragon egg?"

Avada blinked and asked innocently.

"You should have been to that corridor on the fourth floor, right?"

Voldemort didn't answer immediately, but instead asked a completely unrelated question.

"No, Professor."

Avada paused for a moment before replying, "Dumbledore specifically warned me about the dangers of that corridor, and I was afraid of attracting his attention, so I never went near it."

"You've thought it through very thoroughly."

Voldemort was quite pleased with the young Death Eater: "However, it's the right thing for you to do not go near there. There's a three-headed dog behind that door, which is somewhat dangerous for you right now—it has three heads, which is perfect for countering the Imperius Curse."

"Even Quirrell couldn't defeat it quickly without making a big fuss. And what that dog was guarding was the thing that could give me back my body... It was originally in Gringotts, but Dumbledore was worried that I would break into Gringotts and take it, so he moved it to Hogwarts. So even though Quirrell broke into Gringotts with my help, he still made a wasted trip."

"You can breach Gringotts!"

Avada exclaimed in surprise.

"There's nothing I can't do... and Quirrell spent a semester finding out that the three-headed dog seems to have been bought last year by that clumsy big guy Rubeus Hagrid, who's always had a fascination with wild beasts that bite people. So he should know how to get it through that dog..."

"So you prepared the dragon eggs to exchange information with Hagrid?"

Avada quickly "grasped" it.

"He reacted quickly, but that's not all. That guy is loyal to Dumbledore, more loyal than a dog... so he won't easily reveal what Dumbledore told him to keep quiet. And on top of that, he has a whole host of bad habits, each one a weakness... and alcoholism is one of them. Imagine, a guy obsessed with large beasts, drunk, suddenly seeing a dragon egg... haha."

"Then he'll definitely answer every question, even more honest than someone who's taken truth serum!"

Avada chuckled gleefully, then asked, "But I know Hagrid. Like Dumbledore, he's not very wary of the Hufflepuffs... Do you need me to gather some information for you?"

"There's no need to go to unnecessary lengths; the current plan is perfect enough."

"All right."

Avada Kedavra nodded, ending the conversation—Voldemort's mental energy data was finally completely recorded, and there was no need for him to stay any longer…

"By the way, Professor, may I see that dragon egg?"

Before leaving, he still asked the question out of curiosity: mainly because Voldemort had no suspicion of him at the moment, and he was indeed quite curious about what the dragon egg looked like, and this matter was harmless—so he might as well take advantage of Voldemort.

"Well, wizards your age always have some silly curiosities..."

Voldemort waved his wand, causing a large wooden crate to float out of the warehouse and open in front of Avada: "That's it, nothing special."

The box was lined with thick, soft cushions, and in the center lay an egg larger than a human head. The egg was pitch black, without even a trace of light. Its surface was extremely rough, covered with scale-like patterns, giving it a rugged and ferocious appearance. It was hard to believe that this was the egg of a creature; rather, it looked more like a sacrificial offering used by some primitive tribe.

Avada peeked inside, blinked, then rubbed his eyes, somewhat unable to believe what he was seeing.

Seeing Avada so engrossed in watching, Voldemort raised Quirrell's eyebrow and said casually, "What, are you as interested in this thing as that idiot Hagrid?"

"...Sorry, Professor, it's natural to be a little curious when you see a dragon egg for the first time."

Avada shifted her gaze from the dragon egg, but her magical senses remained fixed on it: "I always hear other students say how terrifying and dangerous fire dragons are, and that even Gringotts acknowledges their power, having tamed one specifically to guard their most important vault..."

"So they're either idiots or weaklings, and Gringotts was easily breached by me."

Voldemort snorted and waved his wand, sending the box containing the dragon eggs flying back into the warehouse: "Alright, you should go back now."

"...Goodbye, Professor."

Avada stepped out of the office, closed the door, and then rubbed his eyes.

I woke up abruptly; I saw a magical structure on the thing Voldemort took out that specifically countered Voldemort's magic. Time to go back to sleep...

Sleep my ass!

Avada sprinted back to his dormitory in a hundred-meter dash, his speed no less than the day he obtained Voldemort's mental energy data when he cast the spell!

The magical structure on that dragon egg was exactly the magic he had been dreaming of just over half an hour ago—the magic to suppress mental power!

Good heavens, this is the simplest logic ever—a naturally strong and energetic creature like a fire dragon hatchling certainly won't stay obediently in its eggshell, and if it doesn't stay long enough, it will lead to incomplete development or hatching at the wrong time. So of course, a magic is needed to calm down the fire dragon hatchling's mental energy!

Although the magic on the dragon eggs dissipates quickly after a fixed period of time and when exposed to fire, causing mature dragon eggs to hatch rapidly when placed in fire, this is no longer a problem with a slight improvement!

Thanks to that deluxe brain-enhancing potion, his mind easily memorized the magical structure. He needed to hurry back and record the information and inspiration while the effects of the drug were still working!

"But speaking of which... why, why are almost all the things I use to deal with Voldemort obtained from Voldemort himself??"

"Mental power data, Horcruxes, knowledge related to mental power, and the magic from just now..."

"Could he be my lucky charm?"

(End of this chapter)