The six people were eating hot pot and chatting until about three o'clock in the morning.
They also made an appointment to go to the Forbidden Forest together tomorrow night.
After a long potions lesson, both Vincent and Hermione came to the headmaster's office, preparing to collect data on the details of transfiguration for a small paper.
Dumbledore and Fawkes were neither here, probably because they had gone out and not returned yet.
The Sword of Gryffindor on the shelf is not there either, it should be in the Sorting Hat next to it.
The portraits of successive principals are all snoring.
"Hello, Mr. Hat." Vincent greeted, "We meet again."
Hermione glanced at the door warily.
"Here you go." He handed over the sorting hat.
She hugged him a little embarrassedly.
"Mr. Hat, can I try it?"
"sure."
With permission from the Sorting Hat, Hermione put her little hand inside.
As if she touched something, she raised her little face and looked at Vincent.
"Okay, you become-what!"
Hermione saw that his eyes were about to stare down, so she subconsciously lowered her head and looked at the palm of her hand.
There is no Sword of Gryffindor, just a red stone that is very rough in appearance but very clean and translucent.
She stared blankly at the stone slightly larger than her palm, "Is this the magic stone?"
"That should be it." Vincent glanced out the door, and sure enough he saw Dumbledore appearing through some unknown method.
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He first placed Fox on a perch, and then slowly came to the two of them.
"Oh, it seems my little secret has been discovered."
Vincent realized what Rolf's eyes meant last night.
The wizarding world has always said that when young Uncle Newt came to New York for the first time, he successfully captured the first Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald.
Now that I think about it, this outstanding student that Dumbledore always talked about might have been plotted against him without even realizing it.
"Professor, is this the Philosopher's Stone?"
Vincent's eyes were filled with disgust, "I think the used goods sold on Portobello Road are more like the Philosopher's Stone than this."
"It's true." Dumbledore picked up the Philosopher's Stone in Hermione's hand, "I saw it at Nico's house when I was young.
Except that the color is a little duller, there is nothing different about it from more than half a century ago."
"Professor, I suddenly remembered that I haven't fed Gugu yet." Vincent's whole body was covered with chills.
"How about we come back next time?"
Dumbledore raised the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, "Want to touch it?"
"In no mood."
"I should add magic to it."
Vincent turned around with an unhappy face, "Professor, aren't you afraid that Quirrell will guess it?"
"He can't take it away." Dumbledore put the Sorcerer's Stone back into the Sorting Hat, "Halloween is coming soon, and I always feel like something is going to happen that day."
He came to the small table and sat down, waving his hand to summon a plate of honey candies.
Vincent picked up one very wisely.
Sweet honey flavor, no other weird taste.
Hermione seemed to realize something and picked up one too.
"Professor, we met Mr. Scamander's grandson last night."
"This shows that you are very destined to him."
Vincent smacked his lips with the candy, "This time it tastes pretty good."
Dumbledore smiled and pushed the plate forward, "I have a good memory."
Hermione, who seemed to understand but not understand, left the two of them with a sad face and a smile, and immediately understood the whole story.
Nico knew that someone was coveting the Philosopher's Stone, so he transferred it from Gringotts to Hogwarts.
The room on the fourth floor is actually not a trap, but a trial for students.
Who is the student who always likes to go out at night?
Vincent, whose face looked like a bitter gourd, had probably been attracted by Dumbledore from a very early age.
Uncover Quirrell's true face bit by bit and teach all the students in the school another good lesson.
She understood it, but she didn't know why.
Vincent knew why. Although his mouth was sweet, his heart was extremely bitter.
He blocked Draco's friendship several times, and inadvertently made himself, who often went out at night, a better choice in Dumbledore's eyes.
Under the leadership of a group of outstanding students, all the students at Hogwarts finally exposed Quirrell's true face and successfully protected the unique Philosopher's Stone.
With this pattern, he is worthy of being a principal.
It's a pity that Harry is so ordinary, so ordinary that he doesn't look like a savior at all.
Without Hermione's help, he probably wouldn't even be able to pass the level of cute little Lu Wei.
The magic of love?
Who knows if Quirrell can resist now.
Vincent really wanted to tell about Voldemort right now.
He stopped talking several times, but finally closed his mouth tightly.
Dumbledore was quietly observing him the whole time.
"Vincent, do you have something to say?"
"Professor, should I have one?"
Seeing that he was pretending to be stupid again, Dumbledore calmly picked up a candy and said, "Everyone has a secret, even me."
With such a hint, Vincent felt relieved.
Voldemort was a master of Legilimency, and he didn't believe that someone so proficient in strategy could not do it.
Either the natural Occlumency master's talent is strong enough, or he is unwilling to use such a method.
But no matter which one it is, it is certain that Dumbledore has changed his mind.
"Professor, what do you want me to do?"
"Follow your heart and do what you should do."
Vincent stopped grimacing, "What if I fail?"
"You won't." Dumbledore winked playfully.
"You know everything?"
"I can speak many languages, including Owl."
Not only Vincent, but also Hermione was frightened.
The cooing cooing all the time is really speaking in owl language.
So the big box under the bed…
"Professor, what if an accident happens?"
"Fox will show up."
An old phoenix that is almost ready for nirvana.
Simply awesome!
If Quirrell's body were to resist the beating, he would probably be seriously injured after one hit.
But if it were Voldemort, Vincent really wasn't sure.
"Oh, right." Dumbledore looked at the Sorting Hat on the shelf.
"The things made by goblins can not only absorb things that can strengthen them, but also have a certain degree of anti-magic properties."
Vincent sighed quietly, "Professor, I always feel that there are other secrets about Quirrell."
"Quilinas is very vigilant and will not be easily succeeded by you."
He returned a look of anticipation.
Just a headscarf.
It's just that Dumbledore's slightly weird eyes seemed to be hinting at something.
That night, Quirrell had only one area left unexamined.
"Professor, can we get down to business?"
"anytime."
Vincent looked longingly at the elder wand the whole time.