People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 73 The Magic Stone

Confusion spell, the original version of the spell is [Confuse the Audience].

It is a magic spell used to play a prank, confuse the opponent or interfere with objects. It is released very quickly, usually without color or sound. The person who is cursed often has no time to prevent it. Once hit, he will tremble and obey the orders of the caster.

But unlike the long-term control of the Imperius Curse, the control time of the Confusion Curse is shorter, and usually can only confuse people for a while.

The principle is to inject your own thoughts into the spell to interfere with the person being cursed.

Just now, Bagir stretched out his index finger and cast a confounding spell.

To Lee Jordan, Captain of the Hufflepuff team respectively.

So, Lee Jordan's admiration included a comparison between Harry and Anderson's age.

The captain of the Hufflepuff team suddenly thought about whether to replace Anderson with Diggory.

These are normal thoughts that one would have, and Bagir was just adding fuel to the flames.

Even the person who is cursed thinks that it is his own thought.

So Diggory became a Seeker three years ahead of schedule.

The deflection angle of the world line has increased, and there are 3000 more gems.

But the most urgent thing was to run away first, while the students were still going crazy on the lawn of the stadium, queuing up to touch Harry.

So, Basil patted Hermione's furry head, signaled with his eyes, and retreated towards the castle.

But Harry, the focus of everyone's attention, couldn't escape.

It was not until an hour later that he was allowed to make his way through the still-celebrating crowd to the Broom Shed.

"Is this the world that Bagir sees lately?" He leaned against the wooden door.

I was a little confused. Even though so many people were paying attention to Bagir, why didn't they touch me?

When I put it on him... he could feel it, his butt was almost rubbed bald.

Gryffindor's victory, the joy of being in the lead, and Hogwarts shining with beautiful red light under the setting sun, could not dispel his current depression.

He is not clean anymore.

"Hmm?" Harry's attention was suddenly attracted by a figure.

It was a furtive, hooded fellow who, at dinner time, walked up the castle's main steps as quickly as he could to avoid being seen.

Then he walked quickly towards the forbidden forest.

From the gait that looked like a greasy humanoid bat sliding across the ground, that person was clearly... Severus Snape!

Harry's curiosity was piqued.

He jumped back onto his broom and took off.

He glided silently over the castle and saw Snape running into the Forbidden Forest.

He followed.

Harry wasn't the only one who was intrigued by Snape's sudden escape from the castle.

There are very few people in the auditorium now, and many people, such as Ron and Neville, are still staying in the stadium.

In the dining room, apart from the Slytherin table, there were only a few people.

As for dinner, Fred and his friends seemed to be having a celebration in the lounge, so they took the food to the lounge and went to the kitchen to get some cakes.

But Bagir is different, he is one of those few.

So, Bagel also saw Snape's sudden departure.

It was only because of Snape's superb Occlumency that no one else noticed his departure.

However, Snape was going to the Forbidden Forest, Basil's blind spot.

Soon, he disappeared from Bagir's sight.

The same goes for Harry.

And now, Bagel was being fed by Hermione.

"Here, give it to me. This is called noodles with soybean paste, right? Your favorite. Is it authentic?"

Bajir took a big bite with tears in his eyes, "Authentic."

He also wanted to see where Snape was sneaking off to!

As for the fried noodles with soybean paste, needless to say, the recipe was what he arranged for Lai Lai to bring to the kitchen.

In addition to it, there are bean juice, fried liver, Mending meat pie, stewed fire cake, fried tripe, pea yellow, and donkey roll. But in the end, only fried noodles with soybean paste, Mending meat pie, pea yellow, and donkey roll were successfully selected into the Hogwarts menu.

You really don’t know what’s good!
The UK is indeed a food desert!
In my great Youzhou, the food that all the men with sky-high patterns on their heads like to eat is actually not selected for more than half?

Thinking of this, Bagir took another mouthful of noodles with soybean paste resentfully.

TMD! The dry yellow sauce is made of chickpeas, no rice wine or sweet noodle sauce is added, the meat is beef, the vegetables are not arranged neatly, there are only cucumber shreds, and the oil and sauce are separated. It's not authentic at all! But it's really delicious.

As for Harry, he was in the greatest confusion ever.

He heard a conversation.

Quirrell and Snape's.

"What did you choose to do here, Severus?"

"Oh, I don't think that's a good thing to say," said Snape, in a drily voice. "After all, students aren't supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone. Have you figured out how to subdue Hagrid's monster?"

"So what if I know? This is my major. Defense Against the Dark Arts also teaches how to deal with dangerous magical creatures. What? You don't know? No wonder you failed in your application for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship."

"You don't want me to be your enemy, Quirrell," Snape said, taking a step closer to Quirrell.

Quirrell had no expression on his face, even though Snape's breath was shaking the hair on his face.

"An enemy? I remember we were colleagues. Wait, do you want to take the Philosopher's Stone? Do you want me to tell you how to deal with the three-headed dog?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"I didn't."

"Very well," Snape interrupted. "We will discuss this again shortly, once you have had time to think it over and decide who you will serve."

Then he drew his cloak over his head and strode out of the clearing.

Quirrell also sneered and walked towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest. He should be taking a detour and leaving from another direction.

Harry stroked the branches of the beech tree, hovering as still as a statue.

A minute later, he flew back to the field.

It was almost completely dark, but there was still a crowd of people at the stadium.

Ron saw Harry and came up to tell him there was a party in the common room, but he didn't say much.

Just take Ron and go.

Bagel, who had already seen Harry's whereabouts, took Hermione to wait at the corner of the stairs on the first floor.

"Great!" Harry gasped. "I was looking for you. We need to find an empty room now, without Peeves. Come on, Badger. You always get around him just in time."

"Follow me." Bagir smiled.

He led the three people straight into an empty classroom.

Harry came in last and closed the door.

Then he told them what he had just seen and heard.

“Listen to me”

Harry was a little confused. "Now the question is what is the Philosopher's Stone? Which one of Snape and Quirrell is the bad guy?"

"Need I ask?" Ron came to the conclusion directly, "Of course it's Snape. Look how mean he is to us in class, especially to you. Professor Quirrell is just an unlucky guy who can only accompany us for one year."

"But Hagrid said he was a good man." Harry hesitated, "Why don't we first find out what the Philosopher's Stone is."

"I know that." Basil shrugged. "Speaking of which, this has to do with Ron and I's neighbors. Neighbors in a broad sense."

"Nicolas Flamel, now living in seclusion in Devonshire with his wife Perenelle."

"His greatest achievement was refining a magical substance - the Philosopher's Stone."

"A stone that can turn any metal into pure gold and create an elixir of life."

"How is that possible?" Hermione denied it at first, then thought of a possibility, "This elixir of life should only be able to extend life a little and make people look younger. Just like Dumbledore is so old, but still energetic. Professor McGonagall looks like she is in her early 30s."

Basil shook his head. "No, those who drink this medicine will never die or age. Nicolas Flamel just celebrated his 665th birthday last year with his 658-year-old wife."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of Nick Flamel in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

That's too old.

If he had not read the introduction in the "List of Great Alchemists", he would have really believed that the elixir of life would not lead to death.

On the other side, Hermione looked at Basil's face and said cautiously, "Could this be the same as the great wizard's, a rumor in the biography?"

(End of this chapter)