Chapter 065: Philosopher's Stone

On the day of the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match, Harry and the others listlessly went to the Gryffindor locker room, only to see a man who seemed impossible.

"Catherine!" Harry exclaimed.

"Why are you here?" Ron asked, surprised.

"Your cold is cured?" Hermione asked with concern.

"Yes," said Catherine, "my cold was miraculously cured yesterday. It's just that Madam Pomfrey was not at ease, and she did not agree to my departure until morning. ”

Tracey flew over to each of them on the shoulder and kissed them.

Maybe it was Tracey's kiss that brought them good luck, Dumbledore came to watch the game, Quirrell and Snape couldn't do anything about it, and Harry caught the Golden Snitch in less than five minutes.

Gryffindor was celebrating, and as a Slytherin, Catherine was certainly inconvenient to attend, though she was surprised that Harry had caught the Golden Snitch so quickly.

So there was nothing to do, or maybe not long after leaving the medical wing, Catherine, who didn't want to find something to do, began to wander around, and somehow walked to the Astronomy Tower, poked her head out of the window, Catherine found that this was the highest place in Hogwarts, so after making sure that no one was paying attention here, she secretly climbed onto the roof of the Astronomy Tower.

The weather at the beginning of February was still cold and windy, and although it was also dusk, and the windows and roofs were glowing red in the setting sun, it felt completely different from the last time, as most of Hogwarts was still covered in snow, so Catherine could clearly see the people walking on it.

For example, Quirrell sneakily ran into the Forbidden Forest with his head covered, Snape followed him in a black cloak and hood, and Harry flew behind Snape wearing a Gryffindor jersey.

"Is tracking trending right now?" Catherine looked at her pet, and Tracey tilted her head and spread her wings.

Catherine rolled her eyes at her, took her new broom out of her pocket and sat down.

"Let's play stalking, too!" Catherine flew over the Forbidden Forest and saw Harry King's red jersey flickering in the woods, while the other two were nowhere to be seen.

"Where have you been?" Catherine asked to herself, and Tracey suddenly flew in front of her.

"Can you take me?" Catherine blinked, and Tracey nodded, leading her into the Forbidden Forest, where she stopped after passing through several dense trees.

Catherine saw Quirrell standing underneath it, and behind Quirrell there was a rustling sound, and then Snape's figure appeared, and almost at the same time, she skimmed to the beech tree opposite her, and a touch of red appeared between the leaves of the beech tree opposite her, and Harry came.

"The show is about to begin!" Catherine said to herself, a bright smile on her face.

"Who?" Quirrell quickly turned to face Snape and asked the first question.

"It's me, Snape." Snape said as he took off his hood.

"I-no-I don't know why--I want to, I'm going to meet here, Severus......" Quirrell stammered.

"Oh, I don't think it's appropriate to make it public," Snape said, his voice cold, "after all, students aren't supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"Philosopher's Stone, isn't—" Catherine frowned slightly, "why did Professor Snape mention it?" ”

Quirrell muttered something to himself, but Snape interrupted him.

"Have you figured out how to subdue Hagrid's monster?"

"Hagrid's monster, do you mean that three-headed dog!" Catherine thought.

"But-but, Severus, I-"

"You don't want me to be your enemy, Quirrell." Snape said, taking a step closer to him.

"I-I don't know-I know you-"

"You know exactly what I mean. Your secret little trick. I waited. Snape said.

An owl cried loudly, and Catherine heard a faint noise from Harry.

"But-but-I don't-no-no-no-"

"Good." Snape interrupted him, "It won't be long before you've had time to figure it out and decide who you're loyal to, we'll talk again." He pulled up his hood and strode out of the clearing.

Quirrell stood motionless, like a clay wood carving.

Perhaps thinking there was no further action, Catherine saw the red on the other side reach the treetops, and Harry left.

When the slight noise Harry had made was gone, Catherine spotted Quirrell suddenly looking up at where Harry had left and smiling eerily.

Catherine gasped, and Quirrell immediately looked back at her position, so frightened that she didn't dare move.

For a long time, when Catherine doubted whether Quirrell had discovered herself, he finally lowered his head and said in a very soft voice, "Master, you should be mistaken, there is no one there." ”

No one answered, and Quirrell turned away, feeling a sharp pain in her chest as the back of his head was pointed at Catherine, who gritted her teeth and gritted her broom, trying not to make a sound.

It wasn't until something rubbed against her face that Catherine came to her senses, and she looked at Tracy standing on her shoulder, pulled a smile at it with difficulty, and turned and flew out of the Forbidden Forest.

"Tracy, take me to Harry." Catherine said.

Tracy then led her into an empty room, and Harry led Hermione and Ron through the door.

"Catherine!" Harry looked at the girl flying in through the window in surprise, "You just ......"

"I just followed you, and I saw it all." Catherine slipped the broom into her pocket.

"What the hell is going on?"

Harry spoke first what he had just seen and heard, while Catherine added what he hadn't noticed and what had happened since he left.

"What struck me the most strange thing was that Quirrell said in a very soft voice before leaving, when it was clear that there was no one else around at the time."

Hermione looked thoughtful, and like Catherine, she didn't understand what that meant.

"So, what is the Philosopher's Stone?" Ron asked suddenly.

"Don't you usually read?" Hermione glared at him, "The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create an elixir of life that will make those who drink it immortal." ”

"In that case, Hagrid's monster should be the three-headed dog locked up in the hallway on the right side of the fourth floor." Harry pondered, "And besides it, there are probably other mechanisms guarding the stone, maybe Quirrell has cast some anti-dark magic spell, and Snape wants to force Quirrell to help him get the stone." ”

"It can't be!" Catherine immediately dismissed Harry's speculation, "Professor Snape's magic is very powerful, and he has always applied for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, so he doesn't need Professor Quirrell's help at all. ”

"You're a Slytherin, of course you won't speak ill of him, Snape----" Ron was interrupted by Hermione before he could finish his sentence.

"Regardless of what the scene you just saw, it reveals three things: First, the three-headed dog is guarding the Philosopher's Stone, do you agree?"

The other three nodded.

"Then there's the three-headed dog, which is supposed to be Hagrid's, in that case, Hagrid must know its weakness." Hermione continued.

"Mrs. Apace once told me that the weakness of the three-headed dog is the regular voice." Catherine said.

"Regular sounds? What does that mean? Ron asked, and Catherine shook her head.

"Ignore this," Hermione said, "and finally the two most suspects, Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell, but they're both professors!" You say what should we do? ”

"If only I could spy on them." Hariti yì to.

"I have to say that you Gryffindors are very careless," Catherine raised an eyebrow and glanced at the other three, "In my first month at Hogwarts, I already noticed that this castle is full of eyes!" ”

"Eyes, whose eyes?" Harry asked puzzled, Ron was equally puzzled, only Hermione's eyes widened in shock and said with difficulty, "Headmaster! ”

The two boys looked at Hermione in disbelief, then at Catherine, and when they saw her nod, they immediately exclaimed loudly.

"It can't be! The principal wouldn't do that! "Dumbledore won't spy on students!"

"Of course the headmaster won't!" Hermione glared at Catherine angrily, "They're all Hogwarts employees. ”

"Them?" "Employees?" The boys still hadn't figured out what was going on, but Hermione didn't answer them up.

"But, Catherine, as far as I know—" said Hermione, pursing her lips, "there is not a single portrait in Slytherin territory. ”

Catherine didn't explain, but asked with a smile, "Do you believe me?" ”

The three Gryffindors couldn't help but trust Catherine, because they couldn't have allowed Gryffindor House to be deducted points in order to spy on Snape, plus Catherine was the only Slytherin with whom they had a good relationship, so they could only give her this "heavy responsibility".

Catherine didn't delay any time, and as soon as she and Harry were separated, she went straight to Snape's office, ready to ask the person about the matter, but she was scolded as soon as she entered the door.

"Do you and that sacralized idiot think you've become those thick-skinned trolls? Dare to enter the Forbidden Forest at dusk! Snape scolded in an aria tone as he corrected his homework.

"How do you know where I am?" Catherine was very surprised and asked, why did Snape find out when Quirrell didn't find out in the end?

"If you carry candy with you like that old bee who pretends to be crazy and stupid, then this kind of thing of attracting bees and butterflies will definitely not happen!" Snape glanced lazily at her and continued to grade homework.

"But," said Catherine, frowning, "I've never carried candy or anything like that that smells noticeable!" She looked down at her clothes to see if she had accidentally touched something.

"Unless my sense of smell fails—" Snape looked up at Catherine with a sneer, "I don't smell a sweet smell every time I see you." ”

"What!" Catherine took off her school robe and spread it on the sofa to examine it carefully, "Professor, why did you go to the Forbidden Forest with Professor Quirrell to talk about the Philosopher's Stone?" ”

"That's my mission!" Snape didn't expect Catherine to remember her purpose.

"Task? Who assigned it to you? Catherine asked, without looking up, "Headmaster?" She picked up her school robe and shook it vigorously.