Advicing Quirrell
In fact, he already had his own inference in his heart.
"What kind of help do you need?"
"If I can do it, I will do my best."
Blake's sincerity soon captivated Quirrell.
Of course, Quirrell believed Blake.
In his eyes, the current Blake was the student he was most familiar with in this school.
After all, when he was close to dying.
It was Blake who delivered the hamburger that managed to keep him alive.
Although the taste of those burgers was beyond words...
But also thanks to those burgers, his life was saved.
He didn't need to be forced by his master to poach unicorns in the Forbidden Forest anymore.
"That's right, can you ask Mr Scamander for information about the three-headed dog?"
Blake was slightly surprised.
With such a direct question, Quirell was almost defenceless against him.
But it can also be said.
After all, Quirrell didn't know that Blake knew that there was a three-headed dog in that room on the fourth floor.
So, Quirrell even if Blake showed interest in the three-headed dog.
Without knowing that there was a three-headed dog on the fourth floor, it was impossible for him to be suspicious.
However, it is also a helpless move to ask Blake.
After all, this magical animal originating in Greece was too rare.
Therefore, there were not many materials about this animal in the library itself.
And...he didn't want to search the library for information about three-headed dogs with a lot of fanfare.
Snape, who had been monitoring him, would definitely notice what information he checked.
That was almost the same as throwing yourself into a trap.
So, after occasionally hearing that Blake and Newt Scamander were getting close.
Quirrell turned his attention to Blake again.
Newt Scamander must have known about the three-headed dog.
If Blake asked, he wouldn't be suspicious at all.
'I have to say, Quirrell's calculations are pretty good.'
But…
Of course, Blake wouldn't let him do that.
In other words, Blake didn't want Quirrell to get this crucial information!
"Three-headed dog! I happened to hear Mr. Scamander say something," Blake said.
"Really?!" Quirrell almost jumped up excitedly!
Of course, in the next second, he knew that he had lost his composure.
"Um, sorry... I've been looking for information for a long time, but I couldn't seem to find it, so I'm a little over-excited."
"That's right...but why are you looking for information about the three-headed dog?" Blake asked pretending to be curious.
Blake's question reassured Quirrell a lot.
He asked no other questions, just asking him why he was looking for information about three-headed dogs.
This at least proved that Blake really didn't know the secret of the room on the fourth floor.
In other words, there was no risk in asking him for information.
"Well, you know, I'm a Ravenclaw."
"After my last adventure, I've heard of the three-headed dog."
"But I don't know if what was said is true, so I want to find out if there is such an animal."
"You know, I'm a Ravenclaw, and if I don't understand this, I can't even sleep well."
Blake nodded, "I see, I'll tell you now."
Then Blake began to tell the specific information about the three-headed dog.
Where was the place of origin, how many were born in one litter and so on...
The more Quirrell listened, the more he realized that something was wrong.
Because while Blake spoke in great detail, he never talked about the point he was most interested in!
That's what the three-headed dog's weakness was.
But whenever Blake was on the verge of a weakness every time, he would bypass this point and talk about other things right away!
As Quirrell listened, he realized that it was worse than being tickled through a boot!
In this way, Blake got several silver treasure chests here!
Finally, Quirrell couldn't take it anymore.
He went straight to the question: "What should we do if...we encounter it?"
After speaking, he leaned forward and looked at Blake expectantly.
Blake said, "If you meet a three-headed dog...run!"
"Huh?"
Quirrell was caught off guard and nearly fell off his chair.
"Professor, what's the matter with you?"
"Oh, it's all right, the chair is a little bit broken...ahem...can you beat a three-headed dog?"
"I can't beat this thing, of course I can only run..." Blake took it for granted.
"Then... what if you can't escape? Are you really waiting to die? Is there no way at all?" Quirrell asked with some despair.
If he couldn't pass the three-headed dog Fluffy, then he would not be able to complete the human task no matter what!
"Actually, it's not like..."
"What is it?" Quirrell perked up again.
He contributed another silver chest to Blake.
"It's like this. Every three-headed dog has different weaknesses. For some, when you dance in front of it, it will be afraid and retreat."
"For some, you have to take out specific herbs before you can escape..."
"Some more, you have to sing them a lullaby...
"It's just that every three-headed hellhound has different weaknesses, you can't be sure!"
"So, once you meet a three-headed dog and you still can't escape, then you can only depend on luck, and if you are lucky, you can live."
"If you aren't lucky and wrong...then it will pounce on you without hesitation...and eat you alive!"
"So, if you meet a three-headed dog, if you can run,"
This was of course Blake's nonsense, the three-headed dog had only one weakness, and that was music, it would fall asleep when it heard music...
But Quirrell didn't know! When he heard this, he couldn't help moaning in despair.
There were so many possibilities, so if he chose wrong, he would die suddenly.
Then how could he pass that three-headed dog? Could it be that he really wanted to gamble his life?
"Of course, if this was a tamed three-headed dog, then its owner must know its weaknesses."
When Quirrell heard this sentence, he immediately perked up again!
Yep! If it was a wild three-headed dog would have to risk his life, but this is Hagrid's! Hagrid must know!
But... This brought him back to the original problem.
Hagrid certainly wouldn't tell him about the three-headed dog...
Seeing Quirrell's distressed look, Blake rolled his eyes.
"Actually, Hagrid knows a lot about Fantastic Beasts. You can ask him for more detailed information. He knows a lot more than I do."
"After all, he is the favourite of this kind of particularly ferocious magical animal! He has always told me that he wanted to raise a fire dragon since he was a child."
After Blake finished speaking, he saw a thoughtful look on Quirrell's face.
He knew his words had worked.
Although he already had a transformed big black dragon. But of course, the more creatures like dragons, the better.
Although the dragons in this world were very weak, they were poached every day.
What? Will the dragon eggs be in Hagrid's hands by then?
What's the difference between Hagrid's and Blake's?
Would Hagrid hide such a good thing from himself as a beast-tamer fellow? Of course not!
When the time came, he would tame it as soon as it came out of the shell!
Believe it or not, Hagrid had to thank him in person!
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