35 Chapter 35: The Fire Dragon Egg

The transaction took more than ten minutes before Wilkes walked out of Professor Quirrell's office, holding a big box on his side.

Not risking staying here more, he cast the phantom spell directly on the spot and covered him and the box and then carefully walked in the empty and silent corridor like a cat.

To make it easier, Wilkes left the large box on which the protection curse had been cast and only took away the innermost small box that had been firmly cast with the space-stretching spell.

Even so, he still has trouble walking around with the big box, while he is currently only an eleven-year-old child.

However, it only took him more than ten minutes to come, but Wilkes walked for half an hour before finally returning to the common room; he was sweating profusely.

"Huh..." Wilkes took the box carefully and put it on his bed, wiped the sweat on his forehead, but could not hide the excitement of his eyes.

I have gained a lot.

The main reason for this transaction was that Wilkes had grasped the opportunity at the time when Professor Quirrell failed twice.

He had already considered the risk of exposing himself during the Christmas holidays and risk contacting Hagrid. This went surprisingly smoothly.

Looking at the ordinary wooden box in front of him, Wilkes turned his gaze to the surrounding; his roommates were sleeping like deads.

Wilkes's eyes calmed down, and he strolled over their side, slowly pulling out the wand.

"For the sake of safety, I would ask you to sleep more deeply."

Wilkes is careful by nature; he cannot just go straight into the box and check his harvest.

"Sleep well." Wilkes gently waved the wands in his hands towards the two sleeping people on the bed, and then a hazy halo came out.

The next moment, the room was quiet, as if nothing happened.

Afterward, Wilkes nodded in satisfaction, and he took some warning measures at the entrance of the dorm room again and only then focused his attention on tonight's "Harvest."

Putting the box on the ground, Wilkes's wand lightly swept over the box, hearing a "click" sound, and the box opened.

Wilkes stood by the box and looked down at the box. Obviously, there was a floor deep in the box, but a row of downward iron ladders caught his attention.

Listening to the slight roars coming from the box, Wilkes no longer hesitated, turned and went down through the iron ladder, and entered the space inside the box.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the inner space of the box, his feet were on the ground, and the coming roar became more apparent and audible. Wilkes carefully observed the space in front of him.

The space is not ample, only tens of square meters, and three huge iron cages are placed in the space, occupying almost half of it.

"Bump! Bump!"

Each cage contained a giant troll, bumping against the cage from time to time. When they saw Wilkes, their expression becomes even more excited:

"Hohoho!"

"It's annoying." Wilkes frowned and swiped his wand; he waved the wand his wand on the three iron cages.

"No sound!"

Suddenly, the space became quiet, and no matter how much the monster in the cage roared, it was as if there was no sound at all.

"It's finally quiet." Wilkes put the wand away, and kept looking at it for a while, staring at the trolls that were trapped in the cage leisurely.

It is rare to look at the trolls from this close, but after a few minutes, it was boring.

Wilkes turned his attention to the other, which occupies a tiny space. A pile of red rocks in the corner attracted him.

This is also the only thing in this space, except for the iron cages that trapped the three giant trolls.

Countless red rocks are stacked in the corner, looking like a semi-dormant volcano from the outside, with a dark red giant egg on top, and sparks from time to time emerge from the cracks in the rocks below.

After getting close, Wilkes felt that the air became dry and hot.

"The volcanic rock has also been cast a hot environmental curse to incubate the dragon egg, or to maintain the vitality of the dragon egg." Wilkes guessed it all at once.

In the Hogwarts Library before, he had read books on raising dragons.

"I'm looking forward to it. How much will be the value of an adult fire dragon?!"

Wilkes stared at the dragon egg; his pupils were reflecting an infinite reverie.

Dragon claws, dragon liver, dragon heart, dragon meat, dragon blood, dragon horns, and dragon skin are excellent and even top magic materials.

However, it will take several years to wait for it to reach adulthood.

Facing a dragon egg, Wilkes was in deep thoughts. After a few years, when the fire dragon has fully grown up, dissecting it will bring him great benefits.

As for taming fire dragons from an early age, Wilkes never thought about using it as a defensive beast. After all, according to data records, no wizard in history can tame fire dragons.

He did not bother to spend that time and energy, so he might as well kill it, or raise it, and get some magical materials from it whenever he wants.

However, out of curiosity, Wilkes could not help reaching out to touch the dragon egg.

Regarding the Dragon Egg, this mysterious and rare type "A" trading product that was banned from trading by the Ministry of Magic, I believe anyone will see it and resist not touch it.

"Hey!"

However, the next moment, a wisp of blue smoke emerged from the dragon egg; Wilkes hurriedly pulled his hand back, with a flat face: "Damn, I forgot that the temperature of the volcanic rocks is constant at hundreds of degrees Celsius."

Wilkes shook his hand fastly, then put his hand to his mouth and blew. He was a little bit depressed.

Wilkes stayed for a while, staring at the dragon egg with a stunned expression.