At noon the next day, an owl arrives at the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts with an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore smiled knowingly when he received the letter, and then planned to go to the Ministry of Magic in London through the fireplace in his office.

Before leaving, he looked at Fawkes and whispered, "When there's any movement in that bathroom, bring this letter to Harry." ”

Fawkes nodded thoughtfully, looking at Dumbledore's desk.

There was a letter with the words "Mr. Harry Potter Personally" written on the envelope.

There was also a mirror next to the letter, and on the mirror was engraved a runi character, which was like a torch-like eye, and the image in the half-abandoned girl's bathroom was clearly reflected in the mirror—

A row of copper faucets dripped "ticking" and "ticking", but one of them appeared very unsociable, not dripping, and missing the handle on the head to twist......

"If Professor Dracula knew I was spying on a girls' bathroom, he would have jumped at the chance to tease me."

Dumbledore glanced at the mirror again, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and walked into the green flames of the fireplace.

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Professor Dracula, whom Dumbledore had in mind and feared to make fun of such behavior, was doing the same thing, observing the situation in the girls' bathroom......

Today everything seems to be normal, but there is also something abnormal everywhere.

Dumbledore had just been lured away by an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic, and within a few minutes, Quirrell claimed to have a cold and asked Dracula for a day off.

On top of that, Dracula had two Defence Against the Dark Arts classes to talk about that afternoon, and it was hard to spare any free time.

Everything seems normal, everything happens from time to time, but when these coincidences are combined, then the coincidences are no longer coincidences-

This clearly means that Voldemort is ready to make his hands on the Philosopher's Stone!

Despite Voldemort's preparations, two Defence Against the Dark Arts classes didn't seem to be an effective obstacle to Dracula, or rather, he and Quirrell hadn't thought of any way to delay this unscrupulous man, and it was probably just a matter of choosing the time for Defence Against the Dark Arts classes.

And Voldemort obviously overestimated Dracula's professionalism -

"This class is self-studying. The class representative should take care of the classroom discipline, don't ask me any questions you don't understand, and don't answer them if you ask. What? Don't have a class representative? That's you, Diggory, you're in charge of managing the discipline of the classroom. ”

Dracula hastily arranged his self-study and then leaned back on the blackboard behind him boredly. And his vision switches to another place.

This is the vision of a bat, or the hearing of a bat to be precise.

The bats he left behind in the bathroom were constantly emitting ultrasound waves that normal people couldn't hear. When the signal bouncing back from the room was received by ear, a complete topographical map of the lavatory was constructed, unaffected by the darkness and darkness of the vision.

Neither Dracula nor Fox waited long.

Halfway through the first class in the afternoon, a sneaky figure wearing a purple turban slipped into the girls' bathroom and walked straight to the row of copper faucets.

A creepy "hiss" came from Quirrell's turban.

Suddenly, the faucet, which had lost its handle, emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Immediately afterwards, the pool moved, slowly sinking out of sight, and in its place was a very thick pipe that could fit a man in.

In the Headmaster's office, Fawkes watched the scene in the mirror with wide eyes, realizing that this was what Dumbledore was talking about.

He grabbed the letter on the table with his two paws, and disappeared into a golden-red fire.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Dracula's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a terrifying light.

"You guys study on your own, I'll go out for a while, and Diggory don't forget to manage the order of the class." He said solemnly.

However, the corners of his mouth were irrepressibly raised, and he looked full of interest.

Looking at Dracula's smile, the Weasley twins, who were originally whispering discussions about how to escape confinement, shuddered.

"What's the matter, Professor, that smile is horrible......" George whispered.

"It's scary." Fred nodded, and then he suddenly reacted, "No, what are we afraid of here when the professor is gone?" ”

As he spoke, he pulled George to his feet and shouted, "The professor is gone, everyone is up!" ”

Cedric hurriedly stood up and tried to stop it, but it seemed to be useless in the atmosphere of the many Gryffindor wizards gradually igniting......

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In the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron were playing wizarding chess, and Hermione buried her face in the middle of a large stack of books next to her.

Judging from the situation on the chessboard, Ron's wizarding chess game was very good, and Harry was forced by him to sweat profusely and stumble.

Ron once again ordered the queen on the chessboard to take a diagonal step forward, smirking smugly.

"Throw in the towel, Harry!" He said excitedly.

"Wait, I'll be able to hold on for a while." Harry said stiffly.

At this moment, a golden-red light flashed.

"Ron, did you see that there was a flash of red light just now." Harry froze for a moment, then looked back.

"Harry, don't do these little tricks, those methods of diverting attention Fred and George are tired of playing for a long time!" Ron said disgruntledly. His attention was all on the chessboard, and he didn't even notice the fire coming from Fawkes, "Throw in the towel, Harry, like a man!" ”

However, Harry's attention was no longer on the chessboard at this time, he looked at the vacant small table behind him, and said suspiciously, "Ron, when did you get an extra letter here?" ”

Ron thought Harry was changing the subject, and poked his head out to look at it unconvinced.

"Probably whoever put it there, it's none of our business, Harry, come and finish this game!" He said eagerly, "I'm going to win right away, don't try to cheat!" ”

Harry ignored him, instead walked over to the table and picked up the letter.

"Mr. Harry Potter himself...... Is this a letter to me? ”

Confused, he opened the envelope.

Inside was a piece of parchment, and inside was very good-looking, very graceful handwriting—

"Harry, if you're careful enough, you might be able to recognize the handwriting. That's right, that invisibility cloak was the ...... I sent to you."

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