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Chapter 7 Dumbledore's Help

What happened in Potions class quickly spread throughout the school, and Weston's identity as a "spy" spread throughout the school.

During lunch, several Ravenclaw seniors gathered Weston around the dining table.

"What's the matter?" Weston looked at them who were hesitant to speak and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Junior, how about you stop doing anything in Potions class from now on?" A senior girl said her purpose in a coy way.

Huh? Weston instantly understood what they were thinking. Is this because he was afraid of "capitalizing the enemy"?

"So, this is the only tolerance we have in Ravenclaw?" Weston said with a smile on his face, but his words were not so polite.

"This is not a matter of tolerance!" A senior said very rudely: "If you still have Ravenclaw in your heart, just shut up!"

"If I were you, I would shut up right now!" Weston said softly, with a hint of ridicule on his face unconsciously, "If it weren't for the college emblem on your robe, I would have thought you were a

Named Gryffindor!"

"What?" the senior student was furious, "You are provoking an enemy you can't afford to offend for yourself!"

"It's just you?" Weston smiled disdainfully, "You have no ability externally, but you are unscrupulous internally! Just because my performance gave Slytherin extra points, you come to trouble me, without thinking about your own problems!"

"You don't know how many years Ravenclaw has not won the Academy Cup. Do you still need me to remind you? How unconfident you are to come here to trouble me!"

"Or is that all you can do?"

The students who were watching were stunned when they saw Weston spraying venom recklessly!

For some reason, they could always vaguely see the shadow of Snape in Weston.

"If you have the ability, add more points in class! Otherwise, keep your mouth shut! Ravenclaw has always been known for its wisdom, and scoring points in class is its specialty! Don't use your stupidity to lower the overall score.

IQ level!"

Weston's words made the seniors' faces turn blue and white. When they saw Weston's eyes moving over, they all avoided it! Apparently, most of them were sensible.

"What are you doing?" A stern female voice came from behind the crowd.

It's Professor McGonagall!

The students all recognized Mag and ran away instantly regardless of whether they were in trouble or not. It seemed that Mag's severity had already taken root in people's hearts!

"Are you okay, Weston?" Mag looked at Weston calmly, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

"I'm fine, Professor!" Weston shook his head slightly.

"That's good!" McGonagall looked at Weston's mental state. It really didn't look like anything was wrong. He gradually relaxed and said with some complaints, "Severus is too messy! I'll tell you later.

Talk about him!"

"No need, Professor!" Weston smiled bitterly and shook his head, "The teacher must be angry with me! After all, as his disciple, I did not go to Slytherin! It is normal for him to be angry!"

Mag looked at Weston with admiration again and confirmed that Weston was telling the truth. A rare smile appeared on his face: "You are always so mature, Weston! Sometimes, I am really jealous of Sif.

Les!"

"You are so flattering, Professor!" Weston touched his nose and blushed slightly.

"No, you are good enough!" McGonagall shook her head, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Professor Dumbledore has something to do with you. Please go to his office to find him! The password is: 'Peppermint Hard Candy'!"

"Okay, I'll be there right away!" Weston nodded, bowed slightly to Mag, then turned around and left, rushing towards the eighth floor.

"Excellent child!" McGonagall looked at Weston's back and muttered in a low voice, "Why doesn't Gryffindor have such a student?!"

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"Password?"

"Peppermint candies!"

After seeing the gatekeeper give way, Weston stood on the "escalator" and entered this familiar yet unfamiliar room.

"Ah, here you are, Weston!" Dumbledore said hello with a smile when he saw Weston walking in.

"Good afternoon, Professor! I heard that Professor McGonagall said you were looking for me?" Weston sat down in his usual place unceremoniously and asked straight to the point.

"Yes, there are some small things! Until then, I think you won't mind an old man finishing his lunch, right?" Dumbledore smiled and winked.

"Of course, I don't mind!" Weston shrugged.

Dumbledore didn't let Weston wait too long and finished the chocolate cake on the plate in a few bites.

"Can we talk now?"

"Of course!" Dumbledore nodded, "Do you still remember the magic we completed together?"

"You mean, Animagus?" Weston knew that this was what Dumbledore was talking about.

"Yes, that's it!" Dumbledore nodded and hesitated slightly, "Actually... this question is a bit presumptuous!"

"Nothing is presumptuous!" Weston shook his head, "After all, it was the magic we completed together."

During the three years, Weston had been exchanging letters with Dumbledore. The two of them talked more about the transformation of the magical creature Animagus. With the help of Dumbledore, the two of them had perfected their relationship.

this change.

It is precisely because of this that Weston always believes that this magic should belong to the two of them! After all, the wizarding world has a strong sense of copyright!

"Well, I know you are a good boy!" Dumbledore smiled happily, "Then, come and help me complete my Animagus!"

What? Weston doubted that he heard correctly: "Help, you?"

"That's right!" Dumbledore scratched his long beard looking troubled, "To be honest, I'm not completely sure! Therefore, I need your help!"

A transformation master asked me to help him complete a transformation magic?! This script is wrong! Weston is a little messed up.

"What, is it difficult?" Dumbledore noticed Weston's hesitation and asked with a frown.

Weston shook his head and smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I don't know what to do!"

"Just agree!" Dumbledore relaxed and said with a smile, "I already have a careful plan, you just need to help me see if there is anything I need to pay attention to!"

As he spoke, Dumbledore handed over a piece of parchment.

Okay! Weston scratched his hair, took the parchment, and read it carefully.

Looking at it, I found a problem.

"Something's wrong here!" Weston pointed to a place, "Magic power doesn't need to be controlled deliberately! Otherwise, there will easily be conflicts during the transformation of magic power, causing the transformation to fail!"

"And, I suggest, it's best to prepare an item that can provide huge magic power, you know what I mean!"

Dumbledore took the parchment handed back by Weston and smiled happily: "It was indeed the right thing to call you here!"

"As for the items that provide magic power you mentioned, I have already prepared them!" Dumbledore smiled mysteriously, and at some point there was a blood-red gem-like object in his hand.

This is... Weston took a closer look, glanced at Dumbledore in shock, and slowly spit out a name: "The Philosopher's Stone..."


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