Harry and the three were silent until they ran into the foyer before stopping. Having just entered from the outside field, the foyer was particularly cold and dark.

"We must go to Dumbledore," Harry said, "Hagrid told a stranger through the method of using Lowe that the cloak must be Voldemort - I only hope Dumbledore will believe us." Where is his office? ”

They looked around, as if expecting to see a sign pointing them in the right direction. No one had ever told them where Dumbledore lived, and they knew anyone who had been taken to see the Headmaster.

"Maybe Nolin knows ......"

Ron's eyes lit up, and he was about to continue, but he heard a voice behind him:

"What are you three doing here?"

It was Professor McGonagall, with a large stack of books in her arms. Hermione, who is very sensitive to books, glanced at the titles of the book, "A Guide to the Transfiguration of Everything", "The Danger of Human Transfiguration", and so on.

"We want to see Professor Dumbledore." She spoke bravely as she met Professor McGonagall's scrutinizing gaze.

"Want to see Professor Dumbledore?"

Professor McGonagall repeated, as if it was very suspicious that they had such thoughts, "Why? ”

"It's a secret ......"

As soon as he spoke, Harry wished he hadn't said it, for Professor McGonagall was angry, and her nose fluttered.

"Dumbledore left ten minutes ago."

"He received an urgent letter from the owl from the Ministry of Magic and rushed to London," she said coldly. ”

"He's gone?"

Harry said anxiously, "At this time? ”

"Professor Dumbledore is a great wizard, and his time is precious—"

"But it's very important."

Ron chimed in.

"Is what you're going to say more than the Ministry of Magic, Weasley?"

"That's right," Harry took a deep breath, throwing his caution out of the clouds, "Professor, it's about the Philosopher's Stone—"

Professor McGonagall's pupils constricted, she hadn't expected it to be this anyway. She said in astonishment and suspicion:

"How do you know?"

"Professor, I think—I know, Quirrell is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone. I must speak to Professor Dumbledore. ”

"Quirrell?"

Professor McGonagall's face changed, as if she had thought of something, and said, "Professor Dumbledore will be back tomorrow." I don't know how you found out about the Philosopher's Stone, but rest assured, no one can steal it, it's protected and foolproof. ”

Finally, she left the sentence "I suggest you go outside to bask in the sun", and hurried away with her books in her arms.

"Tonight," Harry said quickly, confirming that Professor McGonagall was too far away to be heard,

"Voldemort will walk through the trapdoor tonight. He'd got everything he needed, and now he'd tricked Dumbledore out of school. I dare say the Ministry of Magic would have been taken aback when it saw Dumbledore suddenly appear. ”

"But what can we—"

Hermione took a sharp breath, Harry and Ron turned, Snape standing behind them.

"Good afternoon."

Snape said in a sleek tone, "You shouldn't be in the house in such weather. ”

The muscles on his face contorted into a whimsical smile.

"We were in—"

Harry stumbled, but he didn't know what he was going to say.

The three of them were speechless, intending to ignore him, and turned to walk outside.

"A word of war, Potter - if you wander around in the middle of the night again, I'll fire you myself."

Snape whispered behind them, striding in the direction of the faculty lounge.

When the three of them reached the stone steps outside, Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione, and whispered eagerly:

"Well, we have to do that now. One man was in charge of spying on Snape - outside the staff lounge, and if he came out, follow him. Hermione, you're better off on this. ”

"Why me?"

"Needless to say," Ron said, "you can pretend to be waiting for Professor Flitwick. ”

He feigned a high-pitched female voice, "Oh, Professor Flitwick, I'm so worried, I think I might have chosen the wrong ...... for Question 14B."

"Shut up." Hermione snorted and said, "I think I can ask Norlin for his opinion." ”

Harry and Ron thought for a moment and thought that maybe Norlin had something to do, as Hermione had said, and he seemed to be pretty good at breaking the school rules.

Hermione still remembers what he said to herself, "There are thousands of school rules, and the first one is not discovered." ”

But they searched almost the entire school, but they didn't see Norlin.

"Norin—where did you go?"

Ron scratched his head and wondered.

Norlin is in Professor McGonagall's office, going back and forth between humans and golden eagles. Professor McGonagall had just said she was looking for some books, and he was the only one in the office at this point.

It was a long time before the office door was opened.

"You're back, Professor, I think you can already try—"

Norin said with a smile, and then a little confused, "What are you——? ”

Professor McGonagall was holding a few books, and the expression on her face was very wrong.

"Something happened. Potter and they guess Quirrell is still lurking at the school, ready to steal something......"

Professor McGonagall put the book on the table and said that she had not told Nolin about the Philosopher's Stone, thinking that he did not know.

Norin immediately reacted that at this time, it was time for Voldemort to break through and steal the Philosopher's Stone. I don't know what kind of expression he will have when he knows that the energy of the magic stone is exhausted.

"I'll talk about what I'm trying tomorrow, I'll go out and check it out."

Professor McGonagall gave him a remonstrance, and hurried out of the office.

Norin shrugged noncommittally, and with a thought in his mind, the golden eagle that had always been majestic reappeared in the office.

He spent the afternoon in Professor McGonagall's office as usual.

Norlin is now very familiar with the body of the golden eagle and its deformed structure. The premonition of success grew stronger, and he returned to his human form, thought for a moment, and closed his eyes.

His attention was focused on the two ribs in his back, and he was silently chanting the incantation of Animagus in his mind.

The pain during the transformation is becoming less and less, and it is negligible as the proficiency increases.

This time, in his mind, Norlin controlled his will with all his might, and only deformed the two ribs behind him.

The familiar pain came from his back, and his ribs seemed to be hot, burrowing out of his back, and then quickly growing and deformed.

Eventually, it became two black and white wings.

Norlin wiped his sweat and smiled on his pale face.