"I haven't fully figured out how many magical mechanisms Quirrell has learned about, but he is certainly not as timid as he appears."
In the principal's office, Snape was reporting the latest intelligence to Dumbledore.
"I suspect that the magic mechanism you asked us to set up will not be useful at all." Snape looked at Dumbledore who was sitting at the desk with his hands crossed and thinking about the problem, and said expressionlessly: "If Quirrell is really
The dark wizard who broke into Gringotts."
"I never expected those magical mechanisms to stop prying eyes." Dumbledore said calmly: "But it is undeniable that those magical mechanisms are still working well to this day, don't you think so, Severus?"
"There is another thing. Harry Potter is investigating the thing you hid on the fourth floor, and he should already know a lot of things." When Snape mentioned Potter, his face couldn't help but reveal it.
With a disgusted expression, "Like his father, he likes to be in the limelight, cause trouble, violate discipline, and be rude."
"Other teachers say that boy is humble, easy-going, and very talented." Dumbledore said calmly.
"He might be involved in this matter." Snape's tone suddenly stopped and he said firmly: "No, it should be said that he is self-righteous and will definitely be involved in this matter. Do you already know something? Who?
Instigating Quirrell to steal things from school behind his back? From what I know about Quirrell, he doesn’t seem like a person who has the guts to break into Gringotts and steal.”
"There have been some speculations." Dumbledore's eyes moved towards the delicate silverware that suddenly emitted white smoke next to the table.
"who?"
When Snape asked about this, he couldn't help but reach out and grab his arm: "It's him! This is impossible! Isn't he dead? And the Dark Mark has not changed."
"You should know that Voldemort is not dead yet."
When Dumbledore mentioned Voldemort, the muscles on Snape's face twitched slightly.
"Okay, please worry about Quirrell's affairs." Dumbledore took the initiative to end the conversation.
After Snape left the principal's office, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at the delicate silverware on the table that was smoking white.
"Who is the one?"
…
In the room, Albert sat on a chair, flipping through his notebook boredly with the help of a burning torch in front of him. There was a blood-red stone at his feet.
If Quirrell were here at this moment, he would definitely recognize this as the legendary Philosopher's Stone. The precious Philosopher's Stone was just casually thrown on the ground by Albert like garbage.
Quirrell will probably be so angry that he vomits blood when he finds out!
But, having said that, is this thing really a magic stone?
Albert actually couldn't tell, but he tried to turn other items into "gold", but all failed.
Perhaps, as Albert initially guessed, this is just a stone that looks very much like the Philosopher's Stone. Otherwise, how could it be placed here as a seduction bait?
What should I do if it is really stolen?
Whether the Philosopher's Stone is real or not, it doesn't matter to Albert. He came here to take risks and break into the magic traps set up by the professors. In fact, he just wanted to complete the task of "Game of the Brave".
As for the magic stone?
Even if it was true, he couldn't take it away.
Even if the task for him to steal the magic stone really comes up, Albert will not give up a forest because of a tree.
Well, actually the benefits of betrayal are not great enough.
There were unfamiliar footsteps in the corridor outside. Albert turned his head to look and greeted the visitor with a smile: "Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore."
"Good evening, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore greeted Albert with a smile. "What are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious? A great adventure." Albert bent down and picked up the magic stone on the ground under Dumbledore's gaze. "However, the prize for clearing the level is a bit beyond my expectation."
"I walked over to the Mirror of Erised and took a look in the mirror. I found myself in the mirror actually taking this thing out of my pocket. Your magic mechanism made me feel incredible."
With that said, Albert stretched out the hand holding the Sorcerer's Stone to Dumbledore and placed the Sorcerer's Stone in the principal's hand.
The latter looked at the magic stone in his hand, then looked up at Albert, and asked with a smile: "How do you feel?"
"Feeling? The magic mechanism is quite interesting, but a bit simple." Albert grinned and said: "However, my favorite is Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard array. This kind of large wizard chess is really fun to play.
It’s very interesting, it’s a pretty powerful transformation magic. The most annoying thing is Professor Quirrell’s troll level. To be honest, I think the smell is really disgusting and very unhygienic.”
"Actually, I don't really like dealing with trolls. They always make themselves smelly." Dumbledore winked at Albert.
"It's not very safe here." Albert saw Dumbledore walking towards the magic mirror and raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to keep putting the Sorcerer's Stone here?"
"Just keep it here. Greedy people who want to get the magic stone can't take it out of the Mirror of Erised."
Dumbledore raised his wand and cast a complicated magic that Albert could not understand, and the magic stone was hidden in the mirror again.
"Sir, is this really Mr. Nico's magic stone?" Albert suddenly asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"I heard that the magic stone can turn anything into 'gold'."
"Have you tried it?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, it is the legendary Philosopher's Stone after all." Albert admitted simply. "However, it failed."
"Gold cannot be made from the Sorcerer's Stone." Dumbledore patted Albert on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, your partners are still waiting for you, don't let them worry."
There were no points added or deducted, it was as if nothing had happened. Dumbledore was as gentle as a grandfather facing his naughty grandson.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Dumbledore did not need to drink the antidote, he just waved his wand and easily separated the flames, allowing them to pass smoothly.
"Sir, is this a fierce fire?" Albert asked, looking back at the black flames.
"No, you should have read the information about Li Huo. You should understand that that kind of flame is difficult to control. Once it gets out of control, it will be a disaster." Dumbledore looked back at Albert and reminded: "In the history of magic, there are
Many wizards were burned to death by out-of-control fire spells when they tried the Fire Spell."
"As far as I know, Professor Snape is very good at black magic, at least better than Professor Quirrell." Albert said in a weird tone: "He should know the Fire Curse and be able to control it perfectly!"
Dumbledore added: "This is not a fire, and I will not allow anyone to use that kind of dangerous magic in the school."
"Those two bottles of so-called antidote are actually the same medicine, right?" Albert suddenly said.
"why would you say so."
"My intuition tells me that the two bottles of antidote should be the same." Albert said to himself, "That is just the answer written on the parchment, and the answer may not be all true."
Albert suddenly felt that Quirrell was very pitiful, being treated like this.
Dumbledore just smiled and did not answer.
Several people arrived at the exit. Fred, George and Lee Jordan were already here.
"Gentlemen, please keep tonight's affairs a secret." Dumbledore looked around at the four people present and said, "Don't talk about it outside."
"Of course." The four of them said in unison.
"You must swear not to tell anyone, nor to deliberately leak it to anyone." Dumbledore looked at them and said seriously.
"We won't tell anyone, and we won't intentionally leak it to anyone."
After Albert swore, he glanced at his panel. It seemed that some new task had been triggered. When no one was paying attention, he opened the panel task and was stunned.