This seemingly ridiculous agreement was reached.

"Take me to the Philosopher's Stone!" Morgana shouted with some impatience.

"Okay, let's go now!" Matthew didn't bother anymore.

After all, in front of him, it was not a good person, but the most notorious black witch in the history of British magic.

The two of them left the abandoned washroom and re-entered the hallway of the castle.

Matthew Wakefield didn't play any tricks along the way, because he was well aware of the difference in strength between himself and Morgana.

Honestly, he walked ahead of him and walked towards his destination, the office of the Vice-Chancellor, Professor Rozier, while Morgana, disguised as "Harry Evans", followed him.

They walked briskly along the hallway, moonlight streaming in through the high windows, across the hallway floor.

Bon voyage!

Until they walked out of the basement, nothing unexpected happened.

......

However, when they were about to get to the staircase on the second floor—

A voice rang out in the next hallway, almost startling Matthew.

"Honey, do you hear footsteps?" was Mr. Plinger's voice, who seemed to be speaking to Mr. Don, "Won't there be any students walking in the castle tonight?"

"Wangwang!" responded to him by Mr. Tang's barking dog.

"Sniff them everywhere and get them out!" said Mr. Pringer, who seemed to understand the meaning of Mr. Don's barking, sternly.

Matthew quickly turned his head and looked at Morgana with a pleading look.

Morgana snorted, and she raised the wand she had held up and tapped it lightly on Matthew's head.

Suddenly Matthew had a strange sensation, as if Morgana had cracked an egg on his head, and then, as if something cold had flowed into his body from where the wand had been struck.

Then Matthew looked down at his own body, his former body, to be exact.

His body now looked as if it didn't belong to him at all, first becoming almost identical in color and texture to the wall behind him, then completely invisible. It's as if he was transformed into a chameleon in human form.

"It seems to be the 'Illusion Spell', an extremely advanced spell...... "Matthew thought to himself.

He looked up at Morgana's place, and then there was nothing to see in his eyes, and the great person who had existed behind him had completely disappeared.

"Hit the wall!" Harry Evans' voice rang in Matthew's ears.

He obediently leaned against the wall.

Mr. Pringer and Mr. Tang soon appeared in front of them.

They all looked very vigilant, especially Mr. Tang, sticking out its nose.

Does the effect of the "Illusion Spell" take effect on dogs...... Matthew looked at the golden retriever with his nose up and sniffed around, and thought to himself.

However, a bizarre thing happened, and Mr. Tang, who was still energetic before, quickly turned into an extremely depressed appearance after approaching them......

It didn't seem to be awake at all, and walked past Matthew and Morgana down the stairs, while Mr. Pringer followed Mr. Don down the stairs.

One man and one dog, completely unaware of Matthew and Morgana, who were only a few feet away from them.

"I seem to have seen this scene myself......" Matthew thought to himself.

After a brief memory, he suddenly remembered.

On the second Saturday of school, he went to the Forbidden Forest to see Professor Kettleburn for his first "after-school practice...... When he was leaving the castle, he bumped into Mr. Tang at the gate of the castle.

At that time, Mr. Tang was also like this now, with malaise, as if he hadn't woken up. And when he walked out of the castle from Mr. Tang's side, the golden retriever did not react at that time.

In addition, it was about four o'clock in the morning, and when I opened the door, the oak door of the castle had already been opened......

"What are you rubbing?" Harry Evans' voice rang out from behind him again.

Matthew woke up from a dream.

I heard Morgana say with some displeasure: "Let's move on!"

The footsteps of Mr. Pringer and Mr. Tang have faded away.

And Matthew and Morgana's previous "illusion spell" disguises have also disappeared without a trace.

"Okay, please follow me!" Matthew said quickly.

The two began to move on, heading towards the vice-principal's office.

......

Soon, they came to the door of the vice-principal's office.

"Here?" Morgana asked in a low voice, frowning.

"That's right!" Matthew nodded.

Morgana gave Matthew a suspicious look, and after confirming that he didn't seem to be lying, stepped forward.

The door was locked, and the room was also dark.

Vice-Chancellor, Professor Vita Rozier, does not live at the school, and there is no reason for her to stay in her office so late under normal circumstances.

And Morgana didn't seem to have any fears about the vice-principal.

Without hesitation, she pulled out her wand and aimed it at the keyhole.

She appears to have used a "lockpicking spell", but the door doesn't react, and the spell of this level doesn't seem to work against the locks of the vice-principal's office.

Obviously, though, this difficulty did not stump the most famous black witch in the history of British magic.

She raised her wand once more, and whispered a rather complex and obscure incantation. Just a few seconds later, the door of the vice principal's office was faintly filled with the sound of eggshells shattering, as if the protective spell on it was being lifted by her little by little.

Finally, the lock clicked, and the door suddenly opened—

Matthew entered the vice-principal's office again, glancing at the simple, snow-cave room in front of him.

"Lady Morgana, I suggest you look carefully!" Matthew said quickly.

It didn't take Matthew's reminder that Morgana had already started searching...... Her movements were so fast that even Matthew was dumbfounded.

The books on the shelves were all flipped down by her wand, and piled up in a corner of the room, and she had almost turned over the entire bookshelf.

She also opened the huge cupboard, but it was empty, nothing.

Then all that remained was the long desk where Professor Rozier used to work......

Morgana strode over, and with a slight effort, pulled out the central drawer.

It's not even locked.

A bright red glow, as the drawer was opened, immediately lit up the room.

A bright red stone lay quietly in Professor Rozier's drawer, and there was only a book hidden on it.

There is no protection, no camouflage.

Very easily, they found the Philosopher's Stone!