"Ah, I'm glad you finally asked me about it. That's one of my tricks," Dumbledore must have wagged wildly if he had a tail at this point.

And continued: "It's remarkable that it involves a tacit understanding between you and me. You know, only the one who wishes to find the Philosopher's Stone—to find it, but not to use it—can get it; As for the others, they can only be seen in the mirror making a fortune for gold, or drinking elixirs to prolong their lives. “

"My brain is so good, sometimes I am surprised myself...... Okay, enough questions. I suggest you start enjoying these sweets. ”

"Ahh Bibi multi-flavored beans! I was so unlucky when I was younger, and I accidentally ate a stinky bean, and I'm afraid I haven't liked it much since then—but I think it's always foolproof to choose a toffee-flavored one, you say?"

Harry raised his hand to remind him, "Just now the north told you that it is not recommended for you to eat strange tastes"

Unfortunately, Harry was still too late to speak, and Dumbledore smiled as he threw the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said, "Phew, bad luck! It's earwax!"

Harry's eyes widened, "Holy, the northern ones are right."

Dumbledore rubbed his face and smiled a little miserably, "Well, I'll go ask her"

After Dumbledore was gone, Harry felt bored and thought of his brothers and sisters who were on an adventure with him.

Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse of the hospital, was a kind woman, but very stern.

"It's only been five minutes." Harry pleaded.

"Absolutely not."

"You let Professor Dumbledore in......"

"Yes, of course, he's the principal, so it's different. You need to rest. ”

"I'm not resting, you see, lying in bed and doing nothing. Oh, please, Madam Pomfrey......"

"Oh, well," she said, "but only for five minutes." ”

So she let a group of adventurous gangs make a choice, and in the end it was the other two of the Iron Triangle who were put in, although it was a bit regrettable, but they both brushed up on friendliness, didn't they.

"Harry!"

Hermione looked like she was about to stretch out her arms around him again, but restrained herself in time, much to Harry's relief, as his head still hurt. "Oh, Harry, we all thought you were going to—Dumbledore was worried—" "The whole school was talking about it," Ron said, "what the hell was going on?"

It is very rare for a true story to be more bizarre and thrilling than unfounded rumors, and that is the case now. Harry told them everything as it was: Quirrell, the Magic Mirror, the Philosopher's Stone and Voldemort, the North

。 Ron and Hermione listened intently, gasping nervously at every thrilling spot, and Hermione screamed when Harry spoke of the face under Quirrell's turban.

"So, the Philosopher's Stone is gone?" Finally Ron asked, "Lemay is dying?" That's what I said, but Dumbledore thinks—what did he say?' For those who are very clear-headed, death is but another great adventure'. ”

"I said he was a little nervous." Ron said. The hero in his mind became so unreasonable, he was shocked, "And the North is so hanging, actually beating Voldemort"

Hermione gave Ron a burst of "How do you speak, what do you want Headmaster Dumbledore to think if you know, and whether the North will smoke you again"

Ron shrugged his shoulders, "I'm contributing to the school now."

"The North doesn't care about you, and besides, look at Harry's explanation, the other party was the last to catch Voldemort."

"Oh my God, will you teach the Ministry of Magic if you catch it" Ron seemed to see a pile of gold as a reward.

Harry smacked him and said, "I don't know, Dumbledore didn't say anything about it, what happened to you?"

"Oh, Jialu and I went back without a hitch." Hermione said, "Wake Ron up - it took some time - and we raced to the owl's shack to get in touch with Dumbledore, only to run into him in the foyer. He already knew - all he said was: 'Harry went to keep an eye on him, didn't he?' Then he hurried to the fourth floor. ”

"Say, did Dumbledore mean to ask you to do this?" Ron said, "Give you your father's cloak of invisibility and guide you to do that?"

"Oops," Hermione couldn't help but say, "if he's like that—I mean—it's terrible—you're probably going to be killed." ”

"No, it's not," Harry said thoughtfully, "Dumbledore was a very interesting man. I think he probably wanted to give me a chance. He seemed to know more or less about what was going on here. I think he knew very well what we were going to do, and instead of stopping us, he secretly taught us a lot of useful things. I think it's no accident that he taught me that the Magic Mirror functions. He seemed to think that if possible, I had the right to face Voldemort......"

"Well, I'll find her to learn more from her in the summer"

"yes, that's what makes Dumbledore special." Ron said proudly, "Listen, you're going to have to come to the year-end party tomorrow." The scores were all out, and of course, Slytherin had taken first place - you missed the last Quidditch match, and without you, we were beaten to the ground by the Ravenclaws - but the food at the banquet was delicious. ”

Harry thought of something and interrupted Ron's thoughts, "And the North seems to be trustworthy, you don't know that the North just said that he can tell fortunes, and he knows five hundred years before and five hundred years later, and then Dumbledore counts it, guess what"

Ron and Hermione were decisively fooled, and hurriedly asked Harry, "What's the matter, finally"

"The North told Dumbledore not to eat the strange smell, and then Dumbledore ate it when he left, and it was said to still smell like boogers"

Ron's mouth closed in surprise, "Oh my God~!" “

Hermione gave a look of admiration, "I want to have such strength in the future."

"Don't you have a good relationship with the north, you can ask her for advice~!"

"Then you must learn more, for example, that golden rope is very powerful"

As the three of them began to discuss what the North would be, Madam Pomfrey barged in.

"You've been here for almost 20 minutes, get me out." She said firmly.

Harry slept soundly until dawn, feeling that his vitality was almost restored.

In the basement, the trapped Voldemort clearly remembered that this was the fourth time that the North had arrested him, and without saying a word, he had been smoking.

The pain in his soul made him feel like he was living like a year: no, I must get out of here, how could my great Voldemort be trapped in such a place.....

To be continued