A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 71 A plan full of loopholes

"Have you noticed anything unusual during your recent surveillance of Harry Potter?" Quirrell's expression became serious.

"Abnormal?" Owen pretended to think about it for a while, and then clapped his hands suddenly, "Yes! Harry always felt that he should not be sorted into Slytherin House, and suspected that someone had interfered with the Sorting Hat's judgment. He put this

He told Hagrid about it, and Hagrid told Dumbledore...Dumbledore told him to be wary of it."

"Professor, did you do this? Do you want me to try to mislead him?" Owen looked like he was sincerely thinking about him.

Quirrell's expression became strange and confused. He shook his head and said, "We didn't do it. Let him continue to investigate." He raised his chin and motioned for Owen to continue.

"I have every reason to believe that Dumbledore has been paying close attention to Harry's every move." Owen's expression suddenly became extremely serious, "A few days ago we found a screen in a room in the school that can show people's hearts.

Harry was obsessed with mirrors, and then we met Dumbledore."

"Judging from what Dumbledore said at the time, he was very clear about Harry's actions and even his inner thoughts, even though he had no contact with Harry at all."

"Oh, it should be so. This is what Dumbledore would do." Quirrell said with an incomprehensible look, "How could he not pay attention to Harry Potter?"

Owen gave him a strange look, sincerely suspecting that Quirrell was repeating someone's words to pretend to be profound.

"Okay, that's it for the unusual things. Apart from that, Harry Potter seems to be no different from ordinary people." He said easily.

Phew, Voldemort is online!

"At the banquet on Halloween, all the teachers and students will gather in the auditorium. I will release a troll in the castle, and then pretend to faint in the auditorium, taking advantage of everyone's attention to get through the monsters.

Check the level and take the magic stone for the master." Quirrell said proudly, "I always have a special way to deal with trolls."

Owen thought for a moment and decided to reveal an obvious but low-impact flaw: "Professor Quirrell is very good at dealing with trolls? In that case, how could you be stunned by a giant monster? The professors will definitely be suspicious.

"

"Then your plan is..." Owen crossed his shoulders.

Owen just squinted his eyes slightly and looked solemnly at the rising steam in the crucible. He felt that something was not right about the potion.

"Don't question my judgment, Owen." Voldemort lazily raised his hand, "I always have a way to confirm that the one in the door is real... The Dark Lord will never be fooled by illusions."

"Well..." Owen looked eager to try, "Then how can I help?"

"With all due respect, Professor, if a person really wants to hide and protect something behind a door, why would he put the key to the door lock at the door?" Owen said softly, "For Dumbledore

As far as Lido is concerned, even if he just carries the key with him, there won't be many people in this world who would dare to think about the Philosopher's Stone."

"Is there any more?" he asked with a half-smile.

"It's enough for the master to have me, you don't need to know..." Quirrell suddenly paused mid-sentence, and then said with an aggrieved and reluctant expression: "Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you my plan.

"

Judging from Owen's contact with him these days, Voldemort's mind is obviously still clear, and he is not as crazy as the original plot showed. After all, he is in a real world now, and various unexpected situations may occur.

The plot of the original work can be used as a reference but must not be relied upon.

Owen thought for a while and asked the question that concerned him most: "Professor, why do you think the Sorcerer's Stone is hidden behind that door?" This question is very important, because if he can't help Voldemort "get" the truth,

The Philosopher's Stone, this oath will not be broken, and it will be very difficult for him.

Quirrell nodded solemnly, and then said: "You did a good job, but you are far from meeting the requirements of the Dark Lord."

Have you confirmed it through some kind of spell? Owen nodded, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to calculate in his mind.

"They're just little tricks. I can pass easily." He sneered. "The gadgets others arranged are not as threatening as the giant monster I brought in. What can they hold on to?"

"Of course, some, it's... magical." When he mentioned this, Owen suddenly woke up. He lowered his eyes slightly to prevent himself from looking at the other person like a dog.

"Yes, that is a very interesting and superb spell. You did a good job." Voldemort's voice had a snake-like tone, "But you haven't explored its true potential yet, because

You don't really accept it...Magic is a power closely related to the mind. Everything you think and your spells know."

"In that case, why didn't he just put a fake magic stone there?" Owen said seriously, "This is foolproof, isn't it?"

"Then what do you think of this plan, Owen?" Quirrell stared at him with a ghostly expression and asked softly. At this moment, his eyes became darker and colder, and he looked like a completely different person.

.

He thought about his words. This plan was obviously full of loopholes. Owen had originally wanted to trick them, so he could have agreed with both hands and fooled them. But the problem was that now he couldn't understand how stupid Voldemort was in front of him.

He was still pretending to be stupid, it was hard to tell whether the other party was testing him...

Voldemort took a deep look at him, added some dark medicinal materials to the crucible in front of him, and tapped it lightly with his right index finger, making the flames under the crucible burn even more intensely. The increasingly rich aroma filled every room in the office.

In a space, Owen felt his body warm and a little fuzzy.

Uh, what a simple and crude plan... Are you really not a fool who graduated from Gryffindor? This plan seems to have been thought up by some idiot with a shrunken brain!

"So...so awesome!" Owen applauded.

"This is a very interesting question." A look of excitement and irony flashed across Voldemort's face for a moment, "Obviously, this is Dumbledore's challenge to me, even if he doesn't know that he is facing me.

He is always too arrogant and confident that he can ensure the magic stone is foolproof, so he wants to use this method to lure me into action."

"I will be able to help Master get the Magic Stone soon, it's not far away..." Quirrell murmured.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, I can't tie Harry Potter to you under Dumbledore's nose." Owen said helplessly, holding his forehead, "Look, don't you also know about magic?"

Is there no progress in Shi's matter?"

Voldemort tapped his index finger on the table and said softly: "It makes sense."

Owen feels like his head hurts. Why don't you switch so conveniently? You look so bright and calm on the outside, but who knows if your face is covered in blisters behind your back!

Owen blinked. You don't need to tell me. I don't want to know at all, really!

"The Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the door deep in the forbidden corridor on the fourth floor, and is protected by numerous mechanisms set up by the professors." Quirrell said in a low voice, "I participated in the entire arrangement of the mechanisms, so I know all the details very well.

organ."

"Did you practice the spell I taught you seriously last time when you returned?" Voldemort said with a smile.

"Since there is still time today, let's continue teaching." Voldemort changed the subject in a calm tone.

"Professor, I have to go to solitary confinement tonight." Owen said seriously. Are you addicted to being a professor, a deep role-playing enthusiast?

"Ah, confinement..." Voldemort muttered, "Because of that interesting machine?" He suddenly smiled leisurely: "It is indeed a very interesting toy."

"There is still enough time, so sit down." He said without doubt, pointing to the chair opposite the table, "I don't want to hear any more disobedient words, Owen."

Owen rolled his eyes mentally and sat down on the chair.

(End of chapter)