Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 471: Whistleblower

"I haven't quite figured out how many magical mechanisms Quirrell has heard about, but he certainly isn't as timid as he seems."

In the Headmaster's office, Snape is reporting the latest information to Dumbledore.

"I suspect that the magic mechanism you made us set up is useless at all." Snape looked at Dumbledore sitting at the desk with his hands folded in thought, and said blankly, "If Quirrell It's really the dark wizard who broke into Gringotts."

"I never expected those magic mechanisms to stop peepers." Dumbledore said calmly, "But it's undeniable that those magic mechanisms still work well to this day, don't you think so, Severus? ."

"There is another thing, Harry Potter is investigating the thing you hid on the fourth floor, and should already know a lot of things." Snape mentioned Potter, his face Involuntarily, with a look of disgust, "he was as pushy, troublemaker, undisciplined, and rude as his father."

"Other teachers say that the boy is modest, easy-going, and talented." Dumbledore said calmly.

"He might be involved in this matter." Snape's tone suddenly stopped, and he said firmly: "No, it should be said that he will definitely be involved in this matter, do you already know? What? Who instigated Quirrell to steal from school behind his back? From what I know about Quirrell, he doesn't look like someone who would have the guts to break into Gringotts and steal."

"There has been some speculation." Dumbledore's eyes moved to the delicate silverware suddenly smoking white smoke beside the table.

"Who?"

When Snape asked about this, he reached out and grabbed his arm: "It's him! It's impossible! Isn't he dead? And the Dark Mark hasn't changed."

"You should know that Voldemort is not dead."

The muscles in Snape's face twitched slightly as Dumbledore mentioned Earth Demon.

"Okay, Quirrell's trouble, please." Dumbledore voluntarily ended the conversation.

After Snape left the headmaster's room, he couldn't help but squinted and looked at the delicate silverware that was smoking white on the table.

"Who would it be?"

……

In the room, Albert sat in a chair, with the help of the flaming torch in front of him, boringly flipping through his notebook, there was a blood-red stone at his feet.

If Quirrell was here at the moment, he would definitely recognize that this is the legendary Philosopher's Stone, and the precious Philosopher's Stone was just thrown on the ground by Albert like garbage.

Quiell would probably vomit blood when he found out!

But then again, is this thing really a Philosopher's Stone?

Albert can't really tell, but he has tried turning other items into "gold", all of which have failed.

Perhaps, as Albert originally guessed, it's just a stone that looks a lot like a Philosopher's Stone, otherwise how could it be put here as a lure?

What if it was really stolen?

Whether the Philosopher's Stone is real or not, it doesn't matter to Albert anymore. He came here to take risks and break into the magic organs set up by the professors, in fact, just to complete the "Jumanji" mission.

As for the Philosopher's Stone?

Even if it were true, he couldn't take it.

Albert wouldn't give up a forest because of a tree.

Well, it turns out the betrayal isn't a big enough benefit.

There were unfamiliar footsteps in the corridor outside. Albert turned his head and greeted the person with a smile: "Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Good evening, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore greeted Albert with a smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? A great adventure." Albert bent down and picked up the Philosopher's Stone on the ground under Dumbledore's gaze, "However, the reward for clearing the level was a bit unexpected. ."

"I went to the Mirror of Erised and looked in the mirror, and found that I actually took this thing out of my pocket in the mirror. Your magical mechanism makes me feel incredible."

Speaking, Albert extended the hand holding the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore and placed the Philosopher's Stone in the Headmaster's hand.

The latter looked at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, looked up at Albert again, and asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"Feel? The magic mechanism is quite interesting, but it's a bit simple." Albert grinned: "However, my favorite is Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard, this large wizard chess board. It's really interesting to play down, it's a pretty good shapeshifting magic. The most annoying is Professor Quirrell's troll level. To be honest, I find the smell really disgusting and unhygienic."

"Actually, I don't really like dealing with trolls, they always make themselves stinky." Dumbledore winked at Albert.

"It's not very safe here." Albert raised his eyebrows when he saw Dumbledore walking towards the magic mirror: "Are you going to keep the Philosopher's Stone here?"

"Just keep it here, generally greedy people who want to get the Philosopher's Stone can't take the Philosopher's Stone out of the Mirror of Erised"

Dumbledore raised his wand, performed a complex magic that Albert could not understand, and hid the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror again.

"Sir, is this really Mr. Nico's Philosopher's Stone?" Albert asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask that?"

"I've heard that the Philosopher's Stone can turn anything into 'gold'."

"Have you tried?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yeah, it's the legendary Philosopher's Stone after all." Albert simply admitted. "However, it failed."

"The Philosopher's Stone can't make gold." Dumbledore patted Albert on the shoulder and said, "Come on, your friends are still waiting for you, don't worry about them."

No extra points, no deductions, it's as if nothing happened. Dumbledore was gentle like a grandfather facing his naughty grandson.

Dumbledore didn't need to drink the antidote, just waved his wand and easily separated the flames and let them pass.

"Sir, is this a fierce fire?" Albert asked, looking back at the black flame.

"No, you should have read the information about Lihuo~IndoMTL.com~ and should understand that that kind of fire is difficult to control, and once it gets out of control, it will be a disaster." Dumbledore looked back at Albert and reminded : "In the history of magic, many wizards were burned to death by the fiery fire when they tried the fiery fire spell."

"As far as I know, Professor Snape is very good at black magic, at least better than Professor Quirrell." Albert said in a strange tone: "He should be able to control the fire spell perfectly! "

Dumbledore added: "It's not fire, and I wouldn't allow anyone to use that dangerous magic in school."

"The two bottles of so-called antidote are actually the same potion, right!" said Albert suddenly.

"Why do you say that."

"Intuition tells me that the two bottles should be the same." Albert said to himself, "That's just the answer written on the parchment, and the answer may not be all true."

Albert suddenly felt that Quirrell was pitiful for being made so much money.

Dumbledore just smiled and didn't answer.

A few people came to the exit. Fred, George and Lee Jordan were already here.

"Gentlemen, please don't keep it a secret tonight." Dumbledore looked around the four and said, "Don't talk about it outside."

"Of course." The four said in unison.

"You must swear that you will not tell anyone, nor will you knowingly leak it to anyone," Dumbledore said solemnly, looking at them.

"We will not tell anyone, nor will we knowingly disclose it to anyone."

After swearing, Albert glanced at his panel, and it seemed that some new task had been triggered. He opened the panel task when everyone was not paying attention, and was immediately stunned.

The new mission is a leaker?