The flames could not shield Connor's senses.

Realizing the presence of someone, Connor's ears were filled with a series of tiny footsteps that grew clearer, as well as the signs of 'life' that were approaching.

At the same time, the wheat cake, which is a house-elf, also screamed loudly:

"Mr. McMab, Miss McDoug!!"

"Don't be so loud, wheat cakes, shut up!"

Before the house-elf could scream, Connor grabbed the elf, and a phantasmal spell enveloped them, obscuring them.

The movements were swift and fast, as if no one had ever existed.

Immediately after, the series of short and thick footsteps finally approached.

Black flames surged, and a figure walking with the wind appeared.

Even though there was no wind in the chamber, he still walked with a cloak that made him look like a large bat with its wings outstretched.

Head of Slytherin and Potions Professor: Severus Snape.

And he didn't come alone, he was followed by Professor Quirrell, who had already been labeled as unworthy of the name by the students.

Compared to the other professors, his nervous look of looking around was not at all confident as a wizard.

His nervous gaze quickly swept around the empty auditorium-like room, and after a series of torches and pillars, his eyes finally focused on the mirror facing them in the middle.

"Is this what Professor Dumbledore is set up for?"

He asked tentatively.

And Snape just squinted his eyes and replied unhurriedly:

"I don't know."

This selection of answers blew Quirrell into a daze.

He blinked his eyes, looking a little incredulous.

"But, but now ......"

"All I can tell you is that Dumbledore himself designed the final level, and Nicolame is his friend, and he can't just let it go, you know?"

It's like a reminder, it's like a warning.

Facing Quirrell, Snape's unhurried tone and pacing posture seemed to exude infinite oppressive force.

It's like a volcanic bat that chooses to devour people.

Lifeless, but alarming.

"I, I, I understand."

Quirrell nodded desperately.

"I just want to make sure the Philosopher's Stone is safe."

As soon as he said this, Quirrell was emboldened.

It was as if he had grasped the backbone of the Lord, and he stressed desperately.

"It's an emergency, and we have to make sure it's safe."

"The Philosopher's Stone is safe, Mr. Quirrell, it will be safe wherever the Headmaster hides it, after all...... It was Albus Dumbledore. ”

Maybe the same reason wasn't particularly appropriate for anyone else, but it was Albus Dumbledore.

Over the decades, the prestige accumulated by the old man, who is now more than 100 years old, is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

His existence is the anchor of the British wizarding world, and even the whole world, as long as his name is placed here, it seems that everything will become reasonable.

Hogwarts is the safest place in the world?

Yes, because there is Albus Dumbledore here.

Even if no one knows the exact situation, the Philosopher's Stone is still safe?

Yes, because Albus Dumbledore was personally responsible for designing the levels of these caretakers.

"What's more, even if they are all broken through one by one, I don't think the Philosopher's Stone itself will be infested."

Snape continued in a slow voice.

"In my opinion, there is no safer place in this world than Dumbledore's side, Professor Quirrell, what do you think?"

"Ah...... Right. ”

Without hesitation, Quirrell just nodded desperately.

"Yes, of course it is, it looks like I'm a philistine."

"So, Mr. Quirrell, do you have any doubts?"

"No, no."

He shook his head desperately.

With the movement of shaking his head, the smell of garlic emitting from the inside of the bandana became more and more intense.

"If you don't have any doubts, just leave."

"Okay."

The two of them looked as if they were about to go back down the original passage.

But before he could leave completely, Snape, who was walking in the front, stopped his steps again.

"Oh yes, Mr. Quirrell."

This sudden turn of events directly startled him.

"Is there anything else?"

"It's nothing, it's just some of my personal thoughts, maybe it's an illusion."

"Yes...... What? ”

"Are you too concerned about the Philosopher's Stone?"

"This ...... Isn't it because someone has set their sights on the Philosopher's Stone? ”

At this moment, Quirrell only felt that his heart was about to jump out.

A mixed mood intertwined in his heart, but he still shook his head desperately.

"Now it's clear that someone in the school is eyeing the Philosopher's Stone, Professor Snape, and even my troll has been released and almost caused an accident in the school, how can I not be nervous?"

"Oh, that's it."

I don't know if I believed this, Snape just nodded.

He continued to walk forward, and Quirrell just followed him.

The two professors left silently, and the secret room with the Mirror of Eris was finally back to normal.

At this point, the light gradually distorted, and the three hidden figures also reappeared.

"I didn't find it...... It really is. Wheat Cake felt that his heart was about to jump out, Mr. McMeb, this kind of thing is really bad, if it is discovered, Wheat Cake may be fired, Wheat Cake is sorry for his name, and even more sorry for his family......"

Wheat Cake couldn't help but hold her heart and wiped away her tears again.

It wasn't pretending, Connor actually saw tears rolling in McCake's big ugly eyes.

"If I do get fired, I'm finished!!"

"Well, I'm not going to let you be discovered."

Listening to the loud sound in his ears, Connor just shook his head.

"Now, take us back to the library, tonight's business can finally come to an end."

He looked at Isobel.

"How's it going over there? Still have any questions? ”

“……”

However, she didn't respond, and her red gaze was just staring at the door of black fire that was still burning.

For a while......

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

After retracting his gaze, Isobel shook his head.

"Just ......"

"Just what?"

"The mysterious man you're talking about, it's on the back of Professor Quirrell's head, isn't it?"

"Well, you know?"

Remembering Isobel's past performances, Connor couldn't help but shrug his shoulders.

"I thought you didn't know that."

"I know a little, but it's really not much, it's just that I didn't expect to participate in this savior training game."

"And how much do you know?"

"Nothing...... It's time to go back, enough time has been wasted tonight. ”

“…… If I remember correctly, you were the ones who had to follow. ”

Isobel didn't respond, just gave him the back of his head.

"Well, it's just the next thing, if you want to participate, it's going to be busier, and the mystery man's actions won't end so easily."

"Then don't worry."

She looked back and paused:

"There won't be a next time, I'm not interested in the Savior game...... I just need news of that stinky mouse. ”