Luo Cheng stopped in front of a huge stone monster that was extremely ugly.

"Is the principal here? I have important business to see Headmaster Dumbledore. ”

The stone monster suddenly came to life.

"Come in, Professor Luo Cheng."

It was Dumbledore's voice, and it was clear that he could see through the stone monster in the doorway.

The monster jumped to the side, the wall behind it splitting in half, and behind it was a spiral staircase, slowly moving upwards like an escalator. As soon as Luo Cheng stepped on it, he heard a rumbling behind him, and the wall closed again. He spun higher and higher, higher and higher, until he saw a gleaming oak door in front of him, and above it was a brass knocker in the shape of a sphin-headed eagle.

Luo Cheng stepped up the stone staircase and knocked on the door. The door opened silently, and he walked straight inside.

It's a spacious, beautiful circular room filled with all sorts of funny little sounds. On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares, spinning and belching small puffs of smoke. The walls are covered with portraits of the old headmasters, all of whom are snoring softly in their frames. There is also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the desk, there was a tattered, crumpled wizard's hat, the Sorting Hat. In a glass case next to it sat a glittering silver sword with a large ruby encrust on the hilt.

Dumbledore was working on some papers, and he said without looking up.

"Professor Luo Cheng, do you have anything important?"

"Headmaster, I'm going to report it! Voldemort was discovered, and he was attached to the back of Professor Quirrell's head! ”

Dumbledore looked up abruptly, "Voldemort? ”

He stood up, his eyes blazing.

Luo Cheng didn't talk nonsense, and directly handed the bottle containing his memories to Dumbledore.

"Let's just look at my memory, Headmaster."

Dumbledore solemnly opened a black cupboard, which contained a shallow stone basin with strangely shaped carvings at the mouth: all ancient magic scripts. The contents of the basin glowed with a dazzling silver light, like a liquid and a gas. It was like a bright piece of silver, but it was constantly flowing, like the water rippling in the breeze, and like a cloud, spreading out and swirling softly. It's like light that turns into a liquid—like wind that condenses into solid.

Dumbledore poured the memories from the memory bottle into the meditation basin, then held the meditation basin with his slender hands and turned it like a gold digger turning a sand table. Quirrell appeared on the meditation basin along with the image of Voldemort on the back of his head.

“…… Quite simply, pretending to agree to cooperate with Snape, hold him back, and then continue to try to figure out how to get through the protective measures guarding the Philosopher's Stone. As long as I find the Philosopher's Stone, I can be resurrected, and when the time comes, not to mention a single Snape, even if Dumbledore comes, he won't be able to stop me! ……”

After seeing all this, Dumbledore looked relieved.

"Your intelligence is very important, Professor Luo Cheng."

"It's my business, Voldemort is the enemy of the whole wizarding world."

Luo Cheng said modestly.

"Did you tell the Ministry of Magic first?"

"No, I'll be looking for you as soon as I saw it, Headmaster. I believe you're the one who can deal with Voldemort more than the Ministry of Magic. ”