"Sure enough, you're also—huh?" Hermione didn't react at first, but later she realized that Love actually knew who Nicol Lemay was!

"It's mentioned in Dumbledore's chocolate frog picture that 'he and his partner Nicol Lemay have been very effective in alchemy', so Nicol Lemay should be a master alchemist."

"Great!" Hermione cheered and jumped up excitedly: "Now I only need to go to the library to find out Nicol Lemay's information!" ”

After a little celebration, she looked at Love with incredible eyes: "How the hell did you do that?" Can you even remember the information on a picture so clearly? ”

"Maybe I have a better memory." Love shrugged his shoulders - this good memory was probably a reflection of his talent for the history of magic.

"Huh?" Hermione looked at Love, eager to crack open his skull to see what was different from ordinary structures inside, this memory was really amazing.

"By the way, what did you just say about Snape?" Harry was particularly sensitive to the name Snape, and he remembered that Love seemed to have something else to say about Snape?

"The logic you summed up with Hagrid before, I always felt that something was wrong. I still can't understand why Snape, a master of potions, wants to go to Filch for a potion that he can't match himself? Harry, are you sure Snape was asking Filch for medicine at the time? ”

"Maybe it's poison on the teeth of the three-headed dog, right?" Ron patiently gave Lovekop, "Amazing animals like three-headed dogs and fire dragons often have venom on their teeth. ”

"Isn't the ability to make antidotes also the basis of potions?" Love said that Snape had been teaching them how to make an antidote in class the other day.

Ron stopped talking. Even though he was already convinced that Snape was not a good man, he admitted that Love's words had a point.

Harry pondered for a moment, recalling the conversation he had heard, and realized that Snape hadn't asked for any medicine, and that Filch was just helping him with his wounds.

He even told Filch that it was Lowe who had bitten him...... Harry felt that something was wrong: they, as students, could figure out that there was a three-headed dog behind the door of the corridor on the fourth floor of the castle, so could Filch, the castle keeper, really know nothing about it?

"That's right, after you do something shady, will you let others know?" Love spread his hands: "I admit that Snape has been targeting Harry, but he really doesn't want to kill Harry for this kind of thing, if he wants to kill, he has to kill Filch first." ”

Love believes that since Snape dared to let Filch know that he had been bitten by a three-headed dog, it meant that he had a legitimate reason to approach Lowe.

"That Bludger—" Hermione was about to argue something, but Love interrupted her.

"There's another person, Professor Quirrell was also casting spells at the time."

Quirrell??? Does he have any motives? ”

Although everyone didn't believe that the usually cowering Professor Quirrell would have the courage to assassinate Harry, what Love said did make sense, and with the current evidence, it was not certain that Snape was the culprit, and everything was still to be investigated.

The group decided to start with Nicol Lemay, who needed to figure out what the thing was hidden by Dumbledore.

……

"It won't be a big thing anyway, because I remember that the bag Hagrid pulled out was very small."

"But it's also possible that the Traceless Expansion Charm has been applied, this spell can expand the space so much, you look like a small bag on the outside, but in fact the inside may be bigger than your school bag."

Back in the common room, the Gryffindor House celebrations were over, and a few people simply gathered around the fireplace and began to guess what the thing was.

Hermione didn't join the conversation, she went to the library first. When she returned, she was carrying a huge old book in her arms.

"I've found a record of Nicol Lemay, and I think I've guessed what Dumbledore is hiding - it's really shocking!"

She spread out the book and let Love read the article on it.

[The Philosopher's Stone is a magical substance with amazing functions, it can turn any metal into pure gold, and it is also the main ingredient of the elixir, and those who take this medicine will live forever. The only remaining philosopher's stone belongs to the famous alchemist and opera lover Nicole Lemay (now 665 years old)]

"Got it?" After Love's reading, Hermione asked.

"I'm sure that big dog must be guarding Lemay's Philosopher's Stone! Lemay knew that someone was playing with the Philosopher's Stone, so he asked Dumbledore to keep it for him, as Dumbledore was his most trusted friend. Hermione said in a confident tone.

"A stone that will give you eternal life and make gold," said Harry, "no wonder...... That guy is beating its mind! There's no one who won't be impressed. ”

"There is a serious mismatch between its protection and its value." Love shook his head, the sense of disobedience in his heart was really getting stronger and stronger.

Immortality and a little stone into gold, it's a maddening combination. But such a thing can be found out by their first-year little wizards, isn't this too underestimating the heroes of the world?

"If you wanted to hide something, how would you hide it?" Love looked at the three friends sitting next to him.

"In the bank?"

"Looking for a friend to help keep it?"

"Find a place to bury it?"

Love heard three different answers.

"I prefer the third option, which is to find a place to hide off the beaten track, barren mountains, deserts, dense forests, etc., but I must adhere to the principle that the fewer people who know, the better. Do you think the way the Philosopher's Stone is hidden is consistent with this principle? ”

Dumbledore almost explicitly stated that he was hiding something behind the hallway on the fourth floor, which was too suspicious.

"Is it a trap?" Hermione suddenly realized.

"Yes." Love nodded, and made his point.

Dumbledore's behavior was strange everywhere, almost like a note on his head, "I hid the Philosopher's Stone at Hogwarts, come and steal it". Since he dared to do so, there were only three possibilities:

One, the Philosopher's Stone is not at Hogwarts at all, and the corridor on the fourth floor is just a cover.

Two, he's fishing, waiting for greedy thieves to take the bait.

Three, Dumbledore was confused.

"What Dumbledore thinks, it doesn't matter to us, I just know that the person who played the idea of the Philosopher's Stone will definitely be unlucky." Love's words were echoed by everyone.

"So Snape or Quirrell?" Harry frowned, instinctively believing that there was something wrong with Snape, as he seemed to be the only one with a motive to kill him.

"Who knows?" Love shrugged his shoulders, "But I'm pretty sure someone has taken the bait - don't worry about you, Harry, I'm pretty sure it's all in Dumbledore's hands." ”

"I hope so." Harry said worriedly, "I don't know what will greet me at the next Quidditch match." ”

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