Snape, who had been belated, used all the spells he knew, and examined the charred Quirrell from head to toe several times before announcing it with a little surprise and delight.

"Yes, he's dead."

Snape's tail note went up, and his voice was sleek again, not as murderous as it had been when he first arrived.

"Oh, it looks like we're missing a lot of stories."

Dumbledore came in after Professor McGonagall, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

The last one to come in was the Proud Cat.

Marvel slowly stepped out from behind the professors, her small chin raised high, her big fluffy tail standing up like an antenna.

Rig hurriedly picked up the wonderful man who was asking for praise, and jerked it off from beginning to end, making a wonderful meow.

Fawkes slid down the air and circled above Rig's head.

It was a large, magnificent golden-red bird with glittering golden feathers, a sharp beak and claws.

"Wow, this is...... Is this Phoenix? I've read it in books. Hermione's eyes followed the flying Phoenix Fawkes without blinking.

After coming to the wizarding world, she saw dragons and unicorns, the three magical creatures she looked forward to the most, and the phoenix had never seen them.

The number of phoenixes is much rarer than dragons and unicorns, and she thought that she might never see them in her life.

Fawkes flew in the air a few times, its eyes shining like water.

Before coming, Dumbledore had prepared for the worst, hoping that Fawkes's tears would save one or two young wizards who were still saved.

When Fawkes found that the young wizards had not suffered serious injuries that needed to be treated, they fell back into Dumbledore's hands and began to comb their feathers.

Dumbledore's blue eyes widened slightly from Fawkes's actions.

Four first-year wizards fought alone against a badly injured Tom and finally escaped with their bodies in mind, and Dumbledore took a closer look at the four young wizards in front of him who were destined to become legends in the future.

Voldemort's real name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, and Dumbledore generally did not call him Voldemort or the other wizards' code name for fear.

"I really want to know a lot, but it's too late......"

Dumbledore raised his hand, and a myriad of vapor erupted from the tip of his wand, condensing into a water mirror above the open space in the classroom.

In the water mirror, there is the silent and dark Forbidden Forest, the bright moon, the picture in the mirror is constantly moving, and finally the Gryffindor common room, the liveliest in Hogwarts Castle.

Rig and the others saw that the twins had attacked the little wizard again, and the lounge was full of chubby canaries, and everyone sitting around pointed at those canaries and laughed.

While Dumbledore was casting spells, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape circled around the four unconscious little wizards and teamed up to perform detection magic.

That's not their forte, Madam Pomfrey is on her way.

Fortunately, the results of the test were very good.

These four little wizards only suffered some skin injuries, and some minor problems of excessive magic consumption or mental exhaustion.

Professor McGonagall finally put her heart back in her stomach, and Snape closed her eyes forcefully.

If Harry, Lily's only bloodline, died, he really didn't know what he would do.

They didn't feel much when they were concentrating on fighting Voldemort, but now that the professors are here, Rig and the others feel their bodies ache and pain, and their eyelids are fighting with themselves.

The feeling of sleepiness came up all at once.

Rig and Harry, along with Hermione, had a lot to ask Professor Dumbledore, and they were about to speak.

Ron's stomach gurgled.

Soon, in the center of the field, the quartet's stomachs began to drum.

Hermione blushed and pressed her stomach hard, hoping it wouldn't ring again.

Merlin's Philosopher's Stone, a fool of himself in front of Rig and the esteemed Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

Hermione was desperate to die on Voldemort's spell.

"Ah, Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione suddenly remembered the ultimate goal of their adventure.

She carefully pulled out the Philosopher's Stone, which still had her body temperature in the pocket on the inside of her robes, and handed it to Professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, his smile inexplicably narrow.

"Miss Granger may keep this gem as a memento of your heroics." He blinked as he spoke, and Rig's mouth opened wide in disbelief.

"Is it ......," Harry exclaimed.

The drowsy Ron also raised his head and asked, "Huh?" What's wrong? What happened? ”

Dumbledore explained gently, "There is indeed a Philosopher's Stone in Hogwarts. ”

He pulled out a stone from his wizard's robe that looked exactly the same as the one in Hermione's hand, only shimmering.

That's why Dumbledore came so late, and when he returned to the castle, he went to check the safety of the Philosopher's Stone before coming to the hallway.

"Of course, we also found a lot of curiosity about the fourth floor of the little wizards."

Rig and they just didn't look at Professor Dumbledore, and Ron's eyes rolled.

"To keep the Philosopher's Stone safe," Dumbledore smiled, "what better place to do that than my Headmaster's office?" ”

Rig shook his head and smiled speechlessly, "So Voldemort worked hard for a semester, and all he found was an imitation?" ”

Dumbledore shook his head, looked at Rig and said, "Thanks to your efforts, Tom never got or found the Philosopher's Stone. ”

In order to give these young wizards the prestige and status they deserve, Dumbledore decided to give the four young wizards more points the next day.

"Huh? Is this a fake? Ron cried out in disappointment, and Harry looked at Ron in surprise.

"Isn't that great? Even if Voldemort wins us, he won't be able to get the Philosopher's Stone, right? ”

Harry's confused look made Ron bow his head in shame, how embarrassed he was to tell his comrades who were fighting together, he just felt that this was the case that the value of his adventure story had decreased.

Madam Pomfrey, who had hurried to the door of the last classroom, complained resentfully about the young wizards who knew how to travel at night and would not let her worry.

As soon as she entered, Madam Pomfrey saw Quirrell's charred corpse on the ground.

"This is ......" she looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, and Dumbledore nodded to her.

"Merlin's robes!"

Madam Pomfrey strode in and began to check on Rig and their health.

Rig is like a good baby, Madam Pomfrey raises her arms when she raises her arms, and raises her legs when she raises her legs.

Harry, they were the same.

No one wanted to touch Madam Pomfrey's head, only one couldn't hide from it.

After examining the little wizard, Madam Pomfrey's heart returned to her stomach, and she discussed with Professor McGonagall that Rig would stay in the infirmary for a few days so that they could observe it.

Rig wanted to ask Professor Dumbledore a few more questions, but was prompted by Rig, and remembered that Dumbledore's Madam Pomfrey did not give the most prestigious legendary wizard in the British wizarding world a little face.

In front of Rig and them, he scolded Dumbledore.

Rig gasped, thinking that maybe Madam Pomfrey was the legendary boss of the school.

Dumbledore waved his hand to Madam Pomfrey in apology, his wizarding hat crooked.

Before Rig and the others were taken away by Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore took the time to make an agreement with them that he would visit them in the infirmary the next afternoon.

A good night's sleep.

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Wow, that's great, it's finally over Voldemort's boss fight in the first school year.

Tomorrow I'll take a day off and I'll write a single chapter.

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