This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The six people were eating hot pot and chatting 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.

Dumbledore and Fawkes were neither here, probably because they had gone out and not returned yet.

The Sword of Gryffindor on the shelf is not there either, it should be in the Sorting Hat next to it.

The portraits of past principals are all snoring.

"Hello, Mr. Hat." Vincent greeted,

"We meet again."

Hermione glanced warily at the door.

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

She hugged him a little embarrassedly.

"Mr. Hat, can I try this?"

"sure."

With permission from the Sorting Hat, Hermione put her little hand inside.

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

"Okay, you become-what!"

Hermione saw that his eyes were about to stare down, so she subconsciously lowered her head and looked at the palm of her hand.

There is no Sword of Gryffindor, just a very rough looking piece.

But it is a very clean and translucent red stone.

She stared blankly at the stone slightly larger than her palm,

"Is this the magic stone?"

"Probably." Vincent glanced outside the door, and sure enough he saw Dumbledore who appeared through some unknown method.

He first placed Fox on a perch,

Then he slowly came to the two of them.

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

Vincent realized what Rolf's eyes meant last night.

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

Thinking about it now, this outstanding student that Dumbledore always talked about might have been plotted without realizing it.

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

Vincent's eyes were very disgusting, "I think the used goods sold on Portobello Road are more like the Philosopher's Stone than this."

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

Except for the slightly duller color, there is nothing different about it from more than half a century ago. "

"Professor, I suddenly remembered that I haven't fed Gugu yet." Vincent's whole body was covered with chills.

"How about we come back next time?"

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

"In no mood."

"I should add magic to it."

Vincent turned around with an unhappy face, "Professor,

Aren't you afraid that Quirrell will guess it? "

"He can't take it away." Dumbledore put the Sorcerer's Stone back into the Sorting Hat, "Halloween is coming soon.

I always felt like something was going to happen that day. "

He came to the small table and sat down, waving his hand to summon a plate of honey candies.

Vincent picked one up wisely.

Sweet honey flavor, no other weird taste.

Hermione seemed to realize something,

He also picked up one.

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

"This shows that you are very destined to him."

Vincent smacked his lips with the candy, "This time it tastes pretty good."

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

Hermione, who seemed to understand but not understand, immediately understood the whole story. One of them was crying, the other was smiling.

Nico knew that someone was coveting the Philosopher's Stone, so he transferred it from Gringotts to Hogwarts.

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

Who is the student who always likes to go out at night?

Vincent, whose face looked like a bitter gourd, had probably been attracted by Dumbledore from a very early age.

Uncover Quirrell's true face bit by bit and teach all the students in the school another good lesson.

She understood, but she didn't know why.

Vincent, who knew why, felt sweet in his mouth, but extremely bitter in his heart.

He blocked Draco's friendship several times, and inadvertently made himself, who often went out at night, a better choice in Dumbledore's eyes.

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

This pattern makes him worthy of being a principal.

It's a pity that Harry is so ordinary, so ordinary that he doesn't look like a savior at all.

Without Hermione's help, he probably wouldn't even be able to pass the level of cute little Lu Wei.

The magic of love?

Who knows if Quirrell can resist now.

Vincent wanted to tell the story about Voldemort right now.

He stopped talking several times, but finally closed his mouth tightly.

Dumbledore was quietly observing him the whole time.

"Vincent, do you have something to say?"

"Professor, should I have one?"

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

With such a hint, Vincent felt relieved.

Voldemort was a master of Legilimency, and he didn't believe that someone who was so proficient in strategy could not do it.

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

But no matter which one it is, it is certain that Dumbledore has changed his mind.

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

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

Vincent no longer had a bitter face, "What if I fail?"

"You won't." Dumbledore winked playfully.

"Do you know everything?"

"I know many languages, including Owl."

Not only Vincent, but also Hermione was scared.

The cooing cooing all the time was really speaking Owl.

So the big box under the bed...

"Professor, what if something unexpected happens?"

"Fawkes will show up."

An old and frail phoenix that is about to be reborn.

It's simply amazing!

No matter how strong Quirrell's body is, he would probably be seriously injured by one blow.

But if it was Voldemort, Vincent really had no confidence.

"Oh, right." 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 faintly, "Professor, I always feel that Quirrell has some other secrets."

"Quirinus is very vigilant and will not be easily taken by you."

He returned a wait-and-see look.

It's just a headscarf.

It's just that Dumbledore's somewhat strange look, but it seems to hint at something.

That night, Quirrell only had one part that was not examined.

"Professor, can we get down to business?"

"Anytime."

Vincent stared at the elder wand eagerly the whole time.

Dumbledore tightened his palm slightly.

"Professor..."

"Not today, kid."

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