Each student was assigned to different colleges under the guidance of the sorting hat.
Afterwards, there was a grand celebration. The students enjoyed a gluttonous feast, while the tutors communicated privately about which student was more naughty.
Wu Ming was sitting on the instructor's seat, holding a glass of wine in his hand, drinking a little absentmindedly.
Because under his observation, Professor Quirrell, who was supposed to be controlled by Voldemort, was completely a master of the wine table. Not only did he make funny jokes, he also exchanged glasses with other professors, and he didn't look like he was being controlled at all.
"No, I have to take the initiative and test Quirrell's moisture to see if he is under control!"
Wu Ming decided to take the initiative, so he came to Quirrell with a wine glass and said: "Professor Quirrell, your turban is really nice, can you let me have a look?"
"Really, I think so too!"
Seeing Wu Ming coming over, Professor Qiluo seemed very happy. He took off his turban and said as if he was offering a treasure: "Look at this material, it is definitely a good handicraft. I'm not bragging to you, it's this."
For headscarves, you may not be able to find such a good product even if you search ten streets in London!”
"Yeah, it looks really good." Wu Ming took Quirrell's turban and looked at the back of Professor Quirrell's head from the corner of his eye.
To the eye, the thick hair on the back of Professor Quirrell's head was slightly stained with oil, and there was no Voldemort attached to it at all.
"Aren't you being controlled?" Wu Ming was indifferent and his heart sank.
If possible, he would rather Quirrell be controlled by Voldemort, so that the development of things would not be beyond the plot.
But now, Professor Quirrell is completely a free man, so where was Voldemort, who was supposed to control Quirrell and come to Hogwarts?
Voldemort disappeared. This problem may be big or small, but the impact is direct.
Wu Ming was very curious at this moment as to where Voldemort had gone, and whether Dumbledore had known this for a long time and was so desperate for the Sorcerer's Stone.
I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.
Wu Ming felt that something must have happened in this Harry Potter world. It seemed that everyone was hidden in the fog, making it impossible to see clearly.
"Professor Wu Ming, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Wu Ming holding his turban, seemingly lost in thought, Professor Quirrell felt very strange.
"No, it's okay, I'm a little uncomfortable!" Wu Ming also noticed something was wrong with him, smiled and waved to Professor Quirrell, and walked towards his seat with the wine glass in hand.
Walking to his seat, Wu Ming had a smile on his face, but his eyes were vaguely looking at Dumbledore.
Since Professor Quirrell has no problem, it is obvious that the problem is Dumbledore.
The next second, as if he felt Wu Ming's gaze, Dumbledore also turned his head.
Their eyes met, Dumbledore suddenly smiled and raised his glass to Wu Ming.
Wu Ming's eyes narrowed subconsciously. Under this gaze, after hesitating for two seconds, he also gently raised his wine glass.
The wine glasses were held in homage from afar. Dumbledore and Wu Ming, both with smiles on their faces, took a sip of the wine in their glasses.
It's a pity that Wu Ming didn't taste any taste at all from this sip of wine. Instead, all he could think of was Dumbledore's half-smiling expression.
"Quirrell has no problem, so the one with the problem is Dumbledore?" This thought flashed through Wu Ming's mind, but his face remained calm, as if nothing had happened.
The dinner passed by little by little in a harmonious atmosphere.
Early the next morning, Hagrid brought the Philosopher's Stone and Dumbledore's greetings.
"Wu Ming, Professor Dumbledore, let me give this to you." Hagrid held a blue wooden box in his hand. Wu Ming took it and opened it slowly. He saw a red gem lying quietly inside.
"Professor Dumbledore, do you have anything else to say?" Wu Ming closed the box and looked up at Hagrid.
Hagrid lowered his head and thought for a while, nodded heavily, and said: "The professor said that the Philosopher's Stone is not as beautiful as imagined. And this Philosopher's Stone is an early work by Nico Flamel, and it still exists.
There are certain flaws!"
"flaw!"
Wu Ming nodded lightly, then stood up, poured a glass of rum for Hagrid, and whispered: "Hagrid, Professor Dumbledore, have you had any unusual reactions recently?"
"Abnormal reaction, what are you talking about?"
Hagrid, who was drinking with his head down, looked clearly wary and looked at Wu Ming with evil eyes.
You know, in Hagrid's mind, Dumbledore is no different from a god. Wu Ming's doubts at this time, in Hagrid's eyes, are simply heretics challenging the authority of gods, which cannot be tolerated.
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"Hagrid, calm down." Wu Ming gently raised his hand to signal Hagrid to relax: "I'm just concerned about the professor's health. You may not know that I am a very good bounty hunter. I can always find clues.
to judge whether a person is healthy. Believe me, Professor Dumbledore is old, and we should care more about him."
"is that so?"
Hagrid obviously didn't believe it, so he lowered his head and drank the rum in one gulp, then turned around and said, "Thank you for the wine, I'm leaving."
"Wait, wait..."
"What..."
Hagrid looked back again, his eyes obviously confused, as if he was drunk.
When Wu Ming saw Hagrid's reaction, a smile appeared on his face, and he stepped forward and asked, "Hagrid, tell me, Professor Dumbledore, has he behaved abnormally recently?"
"This this..."
There was clearly a look of struggle in Hagrid's eyes, and he was shaking and trying to rush out.
It's a pity that Wu Ming could use half a bottle of truth serum this time.
Even if Hagrid had half the blood of a giant, he wouldn't be able to resist these truth-telling potions stolen from Professor Snape.
"Don't struggle, just speak, tell me everything you know!"
Wu Ming pressed forward step by step, but in the end Hagrid was unable to leave the room and was forcibly pinned down on the chair by Wu Ming.
Hagrid, who was sitting in the chair, looked even more blurred this time, as if he had just woken up from sleep.
A moment later, under Wu Ming's continuous questioning, Hagrid whispered in a sleepy voice: "Professor has been very good recently, but in the past few days, he has been eating more and more candy! Every time I go to persuade him, Professor
They always say there’s not much time, but I don’t know what that means.”
"Time is running out! Is there any more?" Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and continued to ask about other things.
This time, Hagrid remained silent for a longer period of time. After a long time, he finally spoke: "The professor has become mysterious. When he is alone, he always talks and talks incomprehensible words."
"That's enough..." Before Wu Ming could continue to press, a flame burned in the fireplace in the room.
The next second, a figure in a white robe walked out of the fireplace with an angry shout.
The figure that emerged from the fireplace was none other than the master of Hogwarts, the legendary wizard Dumbledore.
Now, seeing Dumbledore appear, Wu Ming also became alert. The ruby ring on his hand flashed continuously, brewing the light of magic.
"I asked Hagrid to come and bring you the Philosopher's Stone, but you used Veritaserum on him!" Dumbledore looked serious and said word by word: "Is this how you repay me for what I did to you?
Trust it?"
"trust!"
Wu Ming sneered and whispered: "Who are you?"
"who I am?"
As if he heard something funny, Dumbledore shook his head and said with a half-smile: "This is Hogwarts, of course I am Dumbledore! Who do you think I am?"