This Hogwarts is not normal

The six people chatted while eating hot pot, and they didn't break up until after three o'clock in the morning.

They also made an appointment to go to the Forbidden Forest together tomorrow night.

After a long Potions class, both Vincent and Hermione came to the principal's office, preparing to collect data on the details of Transfiguration for a small paper.

Neither Dumbledore nor Fox were there, probably because they had gone out and hadn't returned yet.

The Gryffindor sword on the shelf is also missing, it should be in the sorting hat next to it.

Portraits of successive headmasters are all snoring.

"Hello, Mr. Hat." Vincent greeted, "We meet again."

Hermione glanced warily at the door.

"Here you are." He handed the sorting hat over.

She held it in her arms with some embarrassment.

"Mr. Hat, may I try it?"

"of course can."

With the permission of the Sorting Hat, Hermione stuck her little hand in.

As if she had touched something, she raised her face and looked at Vincent.

"Okay, you're—what!"

Seeing that his eyeballs were about to drop, Hermione subconsciously looked down at the palm of his hand.

There is no Gryffindor sword, but only a very rough, but clean and translucent red stone.

She stared blankly at the stone slightly larger than her palm, "Could this be the Philosopher's Stone?"

"It should be." Vincent glanced out the door, and sure enough, he saw Dumbledore who appeared by some means.

He first placed Fox on the perch, and then slowly came to the two of them.

"Oh, it looks like my little secret has been discovered."

Vincent realized what Rove's eyes meant last night.

The wizarding world has always said that when the young Uncle Newt came to New York for the first time, he successfully captured the original Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald.

Now that I think about it, this outstanding student that Dumbledore always talked about might have been tricked before he knew it.

"Professor, is this the Philosopher's Stone?"

Vincent looked very disgusted, "I think the second-hand goods sold on Portobello Road are more similar to the Philosopher's Stone than this one."

"It's true." Dumbledore picked up the Philosopher's Stone in Hermione's hand, "I saw it at Nicol's house when I was young.

Except that the color has dimmed a bit, it is no different from half a century ago. "

"Professor, I suddenly remembered that I haven't fed Gugu yet." Vincent's hair stood on end.

"Why don't we come again next time?"

Dumbledore raised the Philosopher's Stone in Yang's hand, "Want to touch it?"

"Do not want to."

"I should have enchanted it."

Vincent turned around with a face full of displeasure, "Professor, aren't you afraid of being guessed by Quirrell?"

"He can't take it away." Dumbledore put the Philosopher's Stone back into the sorting hat, "Halloween is coming soon, I always feel that something will happen that day."

He sat down at the small table and waved a plate of honey candies.

Vincent picked one up tactfully.

Sweet honey flavor with no other weird flavors.

As if realizing something, Hermione also picked up one.

"Professor, we ran into Mr Scamander's grandson last night."

"This shows that you have a lot of fate with him."

Vincent smacked his lips with the candy in his mouth, "This time the taste is pretty good."

Dumbledore smiled and pushed the plate forward, "I have a good memory."

Hermione, who half understood, made the two of them weep and smile, and the other smiled without saying a word, and immediately understood the ins and outs of the matter.

Nicole moved it from Gringotts to Hogwarts knowing that someone was coveting the Sorcerer's Stone.

The room on the fourth floor was not actually a trap, but a trial for students.

Who is the student who always loves night tours?

Vincent, who looked like a bitter gourd, was probably taken by Dumbledore from a very early age.

Uncover Quirrell's true face little by little, and give another good lesson to all the students in the school. .seven

She understands and understands, but she doesn't know why.

Knowing why, Vincent's mouth was sweet, but his heart was extremely bitter.

He prevented Draco from making friends several times, and inadvertently made himself, who often went on night tours, a better choice in Dumbledore's eyes.

Under the leadership of a group of outstanding students, all Hogwarts students finally exposed Quirrell's true face and successfully protected the unique Philosopher's Stone.

This pattern is worthy of being a principal.

It's a pity that Harry is too ordinary, too ordinary to be a savior at all.

Without Hermione's help, it is estimated that Lu Wei's little cutie would not be able to pass this level.

The magic of love?

The ghost knows if Quirrell can stand it now.

Vincent wanted to tell about Voldemort now.

He wanted to speak and stopped several times, but he finally closed his mouth tightly.

Dumbledore had been quietly watching him the whole time.

"Vincent, do you have anything to say?"

"Professor, should I have one?"

Seeing that he was pretending to be stupid again, Dumbledore calmly picked up a candy, "Everyone has secrets, even me."

With such a hint, Vincent was relieved.

Voldemort is a master of Legilimency, and he doesn't believe that such a person who is proficient in strategy is not.

Either the talent of a natural Occlumency master is strong enough, or he is unwilling to use such a method.

Either way, it's safe to say Dumbledore has changed his mind.

"Professor, what do you want me to do?"

"Follow your heart and do what you should do."

Vincent stopped making a bitter face, "What if I fail?"

"You won't." Dumbledore blinked playfully.

"You know everything?"

"I speak many languages, including owl."

Not only Vincent, but even Hermione was frightened.

Googoo, who has been cooing all the time, really speaks owl language.

So the big box under the bed...

"Professor, what if an accident happens?"

"Fox will show up."

An old-fashioned phoenix that is on the verge of nirvana.

Simply fantastic!

No matter how hard Quirrell's body resists the beating, it is estimated that he will be seriously injured if he goes down.

But if it was Voldemort, Vincent was really not sure.

"Oh, yes." Dumbledore looked at the Sorting Hat on the shelf.

"Things made by goblins can not only absorb things that can strengthen them, but also have a certain degree of anti-magic properties."

Vincent sighed slightly, "Professor, I always feel that Quirrell has other secrets."

"Quirinas is very vigilant and will not be easily captured by you."

He returned a wait-and-see look.

Just a headscarf.

It's just that Dumbledore's strange eyes seem to be implying something.

Only one part of Quirrell was not examined that night.

"Professor, can we get down to business?"

"anytime."

Vincent kept his eyes on the elder wand the whole time.

Dumbledore tightened his grip slightly.

"professor……"

"Not today, child."

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