Dumbledore's efficiency was even faster than Li Fei had imagined.

The next morning, when Li Fei, who had barely slept all night, got up from the bed and was about to do his routine morning exercise, he suddenly found a white-bearded old man sitting on the sofa in the Hufflepuff common room.

That's right, the white-bearded old man in front of him was wearing a light blue wizard robe, and he was smiling and chatting with the house-elf Betsy opposite.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, good morning."

Li Fei saluted the principal, and then went out for morning exercise as if nothing happened.

Seeing Li Feizhi walking towards the door of the common room in a daze, Dumbledore's face was suddenly covered with black lines, and his calm expression finally couldn't hold back.

"Li Fei, I thought you would have something to say to me, so I deliberately waited here early."

Dumbledore stroked his beard, and although it was difficult to keep his peace of mind, he still tried his best to use the Occlumency Charm, showing a smiling gesture.

"You can say it, you can not say it, after all, with your wisdom, principal, everything must have been planned, I just need to play my role according to your arrangement."

Without waiting for Lao Deng to reply, Li Fei had already said directly: "Don't worry, since you plan to choose me to guard that thing in order to protect Harry, I will definitely do my best and will not let you down."

It's really evocative to say, since the last time we had some different opinions about the Huaxia issue, you seem to have become quite wary of me, and I haven't felt that you trust me so much for a long time.

Last night's actions made me feel a trace of warmth that I had not felt for a long time, and I will live up to my trust and swear to defend that thing to the death. ”

With that, Li Fei nodded to Dumbledore decently, and walked out of the door of the common room with a determined face.

"Ah......h

Dumbledore was obviously stunned, Li Fei's operation was so sassy that he almost flashed his old waist.

Looking at the headmaster who was lost in thought on the other side, the house-elf Betsy did not disturb him, but silently filled the cup of black tea in front of Dumbledore, and then sat opposite obediently, motionless.

"What should I do now......

"If you take back the Philosopher's Stone, it is tantamount to saying that you don't trust Li Fei, and all your previous efforts will be in vain;"

"But if you don't take back the Philosopher's Stone, regardless of whether you can keep the Philosopher's Stone with Li Fei's strength, just with Li Fei's ability to make trouble, I'm afraid that leaving the Philosopher's Stone in his hands will be in real danger."

Li Fei's statement is obviously not in Lao Deng's plan, which can be said to have completely disrupted all of Lao Deng's plans, and it can also be considered that Li Fei's choice has taken a completely different new route.

"But it's not an opportunity......

"Tom used to be my student after all, and he should be able to guess that I was trying to use the Philosopher's Stone as bait to make an arrangement that he would have to drill into."

"Li Fei's appearance inadvertently broke the limitations of the game between me and Tom, but I can give it a try."

"However, we still have to try to see the true strength of this child, and the premise of wanting to participate in this game is that our own strength is strong enough."

When Li Fei finished his routine exercise, Dumbledore unexpectedly appeared in front of Li Fei again, which made Li Fei hesitate slightly.

In Li Fei's plan, after his own set of words, Li Fei was eighty percent sure that Dumbledore would be entangled, and in the end everything could only be stopped.

After all, Dumbledore is old, and he is no longer as bold when making decisions as he was when he was younger, and he will definitely be held back by things like hesitation and face.

However, looking at Dumbledore, who was looking at him with a serious face at this time, Li Fei knew that he had seen the wrong person for the first time.

Maybe Lao Deng will hesitate because of "love", but when it comes to Voldemort, he is still the strongest white wizard who is resolute and resolute.

"Li Fei," Dumbledore came to Li Fei and said slowly with a serious face, "to get straight to the point, I can let you guard the Philosopher's Stone, but you must prove that you have the ability to protect this item. ”

Li Fei's right hand grasped out of thin air, and the golden dragon wand appeared out of thin air, and then instantly appeared in Li Fei's hand.

"How do I prove it?"

"Come on, kid, use your most powerful spell and attack me!" Dumbledore also held a wand in his hand, the wizard's robe on his body was windless, and his long silver-white hair and long beard floated back, and he looked like a man of honor.

"In that case, then I'm welcome, please pay attention, I make this move quickly, be careful."

Li Fei's words made Dumbledore obviously interested, and his eyes suddenly widened, and at the same time stared at Li Fei's right hand.

Dumbledore had absolute confidence, unless Li Fei could master the two high-end techniques of silent spell and wandless casting, otherwise with his own strength, it would be basically not difficult to take Li Fei's attack.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a dazzling white light flash, and by the time he reacted, Dumbledore had completely lost the ability to fight back.

A generation of powerhouses, the representative of the white wizard in everyone's hearts, the headmaster of Hogwarts, was stunned by Li Feiyi's supernatural level [Illumination Spell]!

God knows if the [Illumination Spell] is a necessary skill for traversers, otherwise how could Li Fei be so proficient in the Illumination Spell?

With mental calculations or unintentional, Li Fei's subsequent series of small spells actually made Old Deng's body stagger, knocking the wand out of Dumbledore's hand in a state of distraction for half a second.

[It is estimated that it will be a little later today, and it may be completed at one and a half o'clock in the future.] 】

[It is estimated that it will be a little later today, and it may be completed at one and a half o'clock in the future.] 】

Harry. Potter, the protagonist of this book, is a first-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Penny, Harry's aunt

Vernond. Silly, Harry's uncle

Dudley, Harry's cousin, and the son of the Dursleys

Albus. Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Professor Snape is a Potions teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hagrid, key keeper at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, warden of the hunting grounds

Rose, Harry's best friend at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hermione, Harry's best friend at school of witchcraft and wizardry

Neville, Harry's classmate at School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Malfoy, Harry's classmate at School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Lord Voldemort, the demon head who killed Harry's parents, is known as the "Mystery Man"

Professor Quirrell is a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone: Chapter 1: The Boy Who Never Died

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, who live at 4 Privet Road, always proudly say that they are unorthodox people. Please, please. They have never been involved in strange things, because they don't believe in those evil ways at all.

Mr. Vernon Desza was a supervisor at a company called Browning, which manufactured drilling rigs. He was tall and burly, so fat that he barely had a neck, but he had a big beard. Mrs. Dursley was a skinny blonde woman. Her neck is almost twice as long as normal. This way, whenever she spends a lot of time looking through the fence and snooping on her neighbors, her long neck comes in handy. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had a young son named Dudley. In their minds, there is no better child in the world than Dudley.

The family lacks nothing, but they have a secret, and what they fear most is that it will be discovered. They thought they wouldn't be able to bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Bochi was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they had not seen each other for several years. In fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended that she did not have such a sister at all, because her sister and her useless brother-in-law were completely different from the Dursleys. The Dursleys shuddered at the thought that their neighbors would say that the Potters had arrived. They knew that Potter also had a son, but they had never met. The child was also a good excuse for them not to associate with the Potters, and they didn't want Dudley to mess with them.

Our story begins on a dark, gloomy Tuesday when the Dursleys wake up in the morning, and the clouds outside the window show no sign of something mysterious and strange about to happen in the place. Mr. Dursley hummed a little tune and picked out a tie that he least liked to put on to work, and Mrs. Dursley, in high spirits, kept babbling and shoved Dudley into the children's chair.

None of them noticed a tawny owl, Fengbu, flapping its wings, as it flew past the window.

At half past eight Mr. Dursley took his briefcase, kissed Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and was about to kiss Dursley and say goodbye to the little fellow, but he did not kiss him, and the little fellow was throwing his temper and throwing the cereal against the wall. "Stinky boy." Mr. Dursley muttered, giggled and walked out of the house, got into the car, and reversed out of lane four.

On the street corner, he saw the first unusual signal - a cat looking at a map. At first, Mr. Dursley didn't understand what he was seeing, so he looked back. I saw a spotted cat standing at the intersection of Privet Road, but I didn't see the map. What the hell was he thinking? It was probably the light that gave him the illusion. Mr. Dursley blinked, staring at the cat, and the cat glared at him. As Mr. Dursley turned the corner and continued on his way, he looked at the cat in the rearview mirror. The cat was reading the sign of Privet Road at this time, no, it was looking at the sign; Cats can't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley took his nerve and chased the cat away from his mind. He drove into town, thinking along the way that he hoped he would get an order for a large number of rigs today.

But as he was about to enter the city, another thing took the rig out of his mind. As his car merged into the early morning traffic jam, he suddenly saw a group of people dressed in fancy clothes on the side of the road. They all wore cloaks. Mr. Dursley was most disgusted with the strange way people dressed, and looked at the young man's dress! He guessed it was another boring new fad. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his gaze falling on the group of monsters closest to him. They were in high spirits, exchanging heads. Mr. Dursley was furious, for he found that one of them was not young at all, and that the man appeared to be older than him, and even wore an emerald green cloak! There is no shame! Then it occurred to Mr. Dursley that these people were probably raising donations, yes, that's what it was. The traffic moved, and a few minutes later Mr. Dursley arrived in the Graning parking lot, his mind returning to the rig.

In his ninth-floor office, Mr. Dursley was always in the habit of sitting with his back to the window. If not, he might find it harder to focus his mind on the rig that morning. He did not see flocks of owls flying in broad daylight, but the crowds in the street did; They were dumbfounded, pointing, and staring at the owls as they skimmed overhead, one by one. Most of them never see an owl even at night. Mr. Dursley had been normal this morning, undisturbed by the owl. He shouted at the five people one after another, and made several important phone calls, shouting even louder. He was in a good mood, and when it was time for lunch, he wanted to stretch his muscles and go to the bakery across the street to buy a bun.

Had he not come across the cloaks near the bakery, he would have forgotten about them. He glared at them fiercely as he passed them. He couldn't tell why, but he felt that these people made him feel awkward. The men were chattering and talking energetically, but he didn't even see a donation box. As he walked back with a large oil cake in his bag, and passed by them, their words staccato into his ear drums: "Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, that's what I heard—"

"-That's right, their son, Harry-"

He stopped suddenly, terrified. He glanced back at the whispering crowd, as if to hear something from them, and then changed his mind.

He rushed across the road, returned to the office, and sharply ordered the secretary not to disturb him, then grabbed the microphone, and was just about to dial the phone at home, when he temporarily changed his hexagram again. He put down the microphone, touched his beard, and pondered. No, he's so stupid. Potter is not a rare surname, there must be many people with the surname Potter, and there are sons named Harry.

Li Fei really never expected that the time he inadvertently practiced with Dumbledore would cause such a big wave.

"Li Fei, since I was inadvertently defeated by you that time, the ownership of the Elder Wand is no longer mine, although my magic power is also strong, the Elder Wand still recognizes my use, but both the increase in magic power and the control have been significantly weakened."

Li Fei directly spread his arms, "Professor, I'm still a child, please be lighter." ”

At this moment, Li Fei's mind is full of thoughts, the last few Harry Potter parts are actually called Horcrux legends and the battle for the Elder Wand in the strict sense, if he returns to China with the ownership of the Elder Wand, and then finds a place to live in seclusion, such as opening a Mr. Li beef noodles, or Ruyi wontons, it is so hidden in the city, and those who are far away in the UK will not be able to find themselves even if they are all dead.

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