There are always accidents that happen in this world, so there is no foolproof plan.

Voldemort couldn't figure out why things had turned out to be the way they were, and until tonight, he knew everything about Harry's side, including their suspicions of Snape, learning of the Philosopher's Stone's storage, and even coming here to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone tonight.

It was planned to steal the Philosopher's Stone in one fell swoop before Harry and the others arrived. But after the trolls, Voldemort changed his mind and hid here, hoping that Harry and they would take the Philosopher's Stone and then he snatched it back from the children's hands.

At this point, the first accident occurred, Neville, who had been paying attention to him, actually drank up the only bottle of advance medicine.

There was no point in waiting any longer, because Voldemort didn't believe that Neville would be able to get the Philosopher's Stone, he believed that Harry would be able to get the Philosopher's Stone, but Neville, sorry, was just a high-level thug with brute force and no brains.

Voldemort looked down on Neville as he looked down on Hagrid.

But it was this man he looked down on who ruined his good deeds, forcing him to abandon Quirrell and retreat.

True, in Voldemort's view, this was a temporary retreat, not an escape.

Of course, it would have been nice to kill the Harry Potter who had capsized him in the gutter on the way out.

It's a pity that even this is something he can't do now.

"Since you're here, let's stay. ”

Looking at Flitwick and McGonagall who appeared together, Voldemort only felt extremely aggrieved, when did even the nanny director of Hogwarts dare to block his way?

However, why are these two people here, are they the backhands of that old thing?

The thought of where Dumbledore might be hiding and waiting to pit himself made Voldemort feel a little afraid, he could not waste any more time, he had to leave Hogwarts as much as possible, go into hiding again, and wait for the next opportunity.

It may be a bit embarrassing to be cowardly before a fight, but it's no wonder that Voldemort could possibly know that the two deans were only here because Neville had violently destroyed what they had set up, so he came to see what was going on.

Voldemort now looks like a ghost, and even Flitwick and McGonagall, who have met before, don't recognize it at first sight. But when Voldemort no longer retained, and the aura that belonged to the once invincible and exclusive Dark Lord oppressed, Flitwick and McGonagall's bodies suddenly stiffened, and they waved their wands almost simultaneously to release the spell-

Not for the offense, but for self-preservation!

"Get out of here!"

Having subdued Flitwick and McGonagall, Voldemort roared and rushed in a desperate manner towards the gap between the two deans less than three feet wide, and that was the way to live.

It was only then that Flitwick and McGonagall realized their mistake, but it was too late to stop Voldemort, who had already passed the two deans and fled as fast as he could.

Flitwick reacted a little quicker, and he attacked Voldemort as fast as he could. It was the same arrow of light as before, only more condensed and restrained in power.

In the blink of an eye, the arrow pierced through Voldemort and slammed into the stone wall. After the explosion, the dust and rubble were scattered, the stone slabs in the wall were blown into a pit more than a foot deep, and Voldemort's figure disappeared completely, but he was still injured after all.

"Whoosh!"

With the wind howling, Neville finally arrived, but it was too late for a few seconds.

His clothes were in tatters, barely covering his body, his hair was scorched, black smoke was still emitting, and his face was even more pitch black like the bottom of a pot.

"Are you alright?" asked Neville as he stopped chasing after Harry and Hermione, stopping beside Harry and Hermione.

"We're fine. ”

Hermione replied, she glanced at Neville, who was still in spirit, although he was a wolf, and then at Harry, who looked half-dead, and could only sigh that the gap between people and people was so big.

"You're going to have something going on soon!"

Professor McGonagall's stern voice rang out, and Neville's body shuddered violently, and he turned stiffly, looking at Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick in horror.

"Mai...... Mcgonagall...... Teach...... Professor. ”

If there was anyone in this world that Neville was more afraid of, it was his grandmother, and so did his grandmother's classmate, Professor McGonagall. Even for Dumbledore, Neville was not so afraid, and in the face of Voldemort, he dared to swing his fist head-on, but for these people, Neville was in awe from the bottom of his heart.

"I need an explanation!"

Professor McGonagall's face was dark, and her tone was much harsher than usual. As long as she thought that these bold students actually broke into this place, and even ran into Voldemort and almost died, she felt that if these people couldn't give her a good explanation, it would be more than just deducting points and labor punishment.

I don't know where the courage came from, Neville actually stubbornly preempted Hermione, and said, "Can you send Harry to the infirmary first, he needs treatment." ”

Professor McGonagall glanced at Neville, his wolf-like appearance made him a little clean, and the strict Professor McGonagall frowned, and then looked at the languishing, listless Harry, she said, "I'll take Mr. Potter to the infirmary first, and you guys will wait in my office, don't run around!"

"No problem, Professor McGonagall. Neville replied.

Professor McGonagall left with Harry, and Professor Flitwick was leaving after returning to Neville and Hermione. However, before leaving, he looked up at Neville and said, "By the way, if Minerva asks how you got through the defenses, you must say that they were already destroyed when you entered. ”

"Why?"

"Because few people will believe you if you say it. Professor Flitwick smiled.

"Uh......" Neville scratched his head, he was still a little resistant to lying, "but lying to Professor McGonagall, if he is caught......"

"Don't worry, I'll leave it to me, I'll talk to her and help you say something nice. Professor Flitwick's words reassured Neville, and then he added, "By the way, I have good news for you. ”

"And good news?"

"You passed the Charms class with an E (more than expected?) Exceeds-Expectations, second only to Outstanding? perfect). ”

With that, Professor Flitwick left smiling.

Passed the Charms exam?

Neville pinched himself, wasn't he dreaming?

After making sure he wasn't dreaming, Neville jumped in glee, and with his vigorous exertion, a small rock finally leaked out of his tattered pocket, and it rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.

"What is this?"

Neville picked up the red stone, which looked a bit like an uncut block of glass, with an irregular angular shape. Neville didn't remember the stone in his pocket, so he was now confused, where the hell did this thing come from?

Hermione glanced at the stone and didn't pay attention at first, but when Neville spoke his confusion, she seemed to think of something, covering her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

Finally calmed down, Hermione took the stone with a trembling hand, she looked at the stone very carefully and seriously, although she couldn't see anything with her eyesight, but to be able to get in touch with the legendary thing so closely, this excitement and excitement made Hermione unable to even speak.

"This must be the ...... Philosopher's Stone!"

Looking at the unsightly but painstakingly unsightly Philosopher's Stone, Neville felt the red unusually glaring, like the blood Quirrell had coughed up.

Without the slightest excitement like Hermione's, Neville looked depressed, "It was because of this stone that Professor Quirrell died." He whispered, looking at the Philosopher's Stone in Hermione's hand, and said as if talking to himself, "Is it worth it?"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, let's go to Professor McGonagall. ”

"Hmm. ”