"I haven't fully figured out how many magic mechanisms Quirrell has heard, but he's certainly not as cringed as he seems. ”

In the Headmaster's office, Snape was reporting to Dumbledore on the latest information.

"I suspect the magic trap you've set up for us won't be useful at all. Snape looked at Dumbledore, sitting at his desk, thinking with his hands crossed, and said with a blank face, "If Quirrell is really the Dark Wizard who broke into Gringotts." ”

"I never expected those magical traps to stop prying eyes. Dumbledore said calmly, "But there's no denying that those magical traps still work well, don't you say, Severus." ”

"There's another thing, Harry Potter is investigating the thing you're hiding on the fourth floor, and he should already know a lot about it. Snape couldn't help but look disgusted at the mention of Potter, "He's just as showy and troublesome and undisciplined and rude as his father. ”

The other teachers said that the boy was modest, easy-going, and gifted. Dumbledore said calmly.

"He might get involved in it. Snape's tone paused suddenly, and he said firmly, "No, I should say that he must be involved in this matter with his self-righteousness, do you already know something? Who instructed Quirrell to run to the school to steal from behind his back? From what I know of Quirrell, he doesn't look like a man who would have the guts to break into Gringotts and steal." ”

"There has been some speculation. Dumbledore's gaze shifted to the delicate silverware beside the table, where white smoke suddenly came out.

"Who?"

Snape reached out and grabbed his arm when he asked about it, "It's him! It can't be! Isn't he dead?" and the Dark Mark hasn't changed. ”

"You should know that Voldemort is not dead. ”

The muscles in Snape's face twitched slightly as Dumbledore brought up the Devil's Undulating Demon.

"Alright, you're bothered with Quirrell's business. Dumbledore took the initiative to end the conversation.

As Snape left the Headmaster's office, he couldn't help but squint his eyes as he looked at the fine silver on the table that was emitting white smoke.

"Who could it be?"

......

In the room, Albert sat in a chair, boredly flipping through his notebook with the help of the torches blazing in front of him, and there was a blood-red stone at his feet.

If Quirrell had been here at the moment, he would have recognized this as the legendary Philosopher's Stone, the precious Philosopher's Stone that Albert had thrown on the ground like garbage.

Quirrell guessed that he would be so angry that he vomited blood!

But, then again, is this really a philosopher's stone?

Albert couldn't really tell, but he tried to turn other items into "gold", but all failed.

Perhaps, as Albert had originally suspected, that it was just a stone that resembled a philosopher's stone, otherwise how could it be placed here as bait for seduction?

What if it's really stolen?

Whether the Philosopher's Stone is real or not, it doesn't matter to Albert, he came here to venture out and break into the magic mechanism arranged by the professors, in fact, just to complete the mission of the "Jumanji".

As for the Philosopher's Stone?

Even if it was true, he couldn't take it.

If there is a task that allows him to steal the Philosopher's Stone, Albert will not give up a forest because of a tree.

Well, in fact, the interests of betrayal are not big enough.

Strange footsteps came from the hallway outside, and 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 that obvious? a great adventure. Albert bent down and picked up the Philosopher's Stone from the ground under Dumbledore's watchful eye, "However, the prize for clearing the level was a bit of a surprise to me. ”

"I walked over to the Mirror of Eris and looked in the mirror, and I found that I had taken it out of my pocket, and your magic mechanism made me feel incredible. ”

With that, Albert reached out to Dumbledore with the Philosopher's Stone, placing it on the Headmaster's hand.

The latter looked at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, looked up at Albert again, and asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"Feel? The magic mechanism is quite interesting, but it's a little simple. Albert grinned, "My favorite, though, is Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard, it's a really fun big wizard chess, it's quite a shapeshifting magic." The most annoying thing is Professor Quirrell's troll level. To be honest, I think the taste is really disgusting and unhygienic. ”

"Actually, I don't really like dealing with trolls, they always make themselves stink. Dumbledore winked at Albert.

"It's not safe here. Albert saw Dumbledore walking towards the Magic Mirror and raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to keep the Philosopher's Stone here?"

"It's good to keep it here, the greedy people who want to get the Philosopher's Stone can't take the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Eris."

Dumbledore raised his wand and cast a complex spell that Albert couldn't understand, and the Philosopher's Stone was hidden in the mirror again.

"Sir, is this really Mr. Nicol's Philosopher's Stone?" Albert asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask?"

"I've heard that the Philosopher's Stone can turn anything into 'gold'. ”

"You've tried?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, it's the legendary Philosopher's Stone, after all. Albert simply admitted. "Failed, though. ”

"Philosopher's Stone cannot make gold. Dumbledore patted Albert on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, your buddies are still waiting for you, don't let them worry." ”

There were no extra points, no deductions, everything was as if nothing had happened. Dumbledore was gentle like a grandfather facing his mischievous grandson.

Dumbledore didn't need to drink the antidote, just waved his wand and easily separated the flames and let them through.

"Sir, is this a fire?" Albert asked, looking back at the black flames.

"No, you should have read the information on the fire, and you should understand that the flame is difficult to control, and if it gets out of control, it will be a disaster. Dumbledore glanced back at Albert and reminded, "In the history of magic, there have been many wizards who have been burned to death by the fire of the trial when they tried the fire charm. ”

"As far as I know, Professor Snape is very good at the dark arts, at least better than Professor Quirrell. Albert said in a strange tone, "He should be able to use the fire spell and control it perfectly!"

Dumbledore added, "It's not a fire, and I wouldn't allow anyone to use that dangerous magic in school." ”

"Those two bottles of so-called antidote are actually the same potion, right?" Albert said suddenly.

"Why do you say that? ”

"My gut told me that both bottles should be the same. Albert said to himself, "That's just an answer written on parchment, and not all of the answers are true." ”

Albert suddenly felt that Quirrell was very pitiful, and that he was being made by such a trick.

Dumbledore just smiled and didn't answer.

A few people made their way to the exit, where Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were already there.

"Gentlemen, don't keep tonight's events a secret. Dumbledore looked around at the four of them and said, "Don't talk about it outside." ”

"Of course. The four of them said in unison.

"You must swear that you will not tell anyone, and you will not deliberately divulge it to anyone. Dumbledore looked at them and said solemnly.

"We don't tell anyone, and we don't knowingly leak it to anyone. ”

After Albert swore an oath, he glanced at his panel, as if a new task had been triggered, and he opened the panel task while everyone was not paying attention, and he was stunned for a moment.

The new mission is: Leakers?