Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 201 Principal’s Office

It's late at night now, and there's still an hour before the 10 o'clock curfew.

"You guys should go back quickly. It's almost 10 o'clock. Filch especially likes to pretend to accidentally stop students from returning to the lounge at this time, so as to get them to go to his office to receive punishment." Ron looked at the wall. clock.

Although Ron enjoyed receiving attention, at this moment he did not want to receive the attention of his two friends because of his great father.

He felt it was a stain on his father's reputation.

"What? The toilet was also invented by Muggles?"

"Well, and Muggles have many different ways of entertainment than the wizarding world."

But Harry and Draco still looked like they didn't want to leave. Draco was still asking Harry about some things in the Muggle world. At this time, Harry was talking about computers and games that he had never had the chance to touch.

"Harry, the Philosopher's Stone is gone. How did Dumbledore react? Where is Nico Flamel? Will he die?" Ron asked quickly. He was very anxious now. But he finally thought that this should be able to divert their attention. The problem of strength.

This way, Harry and Draco would no longer be discussing Muggle world stuff around his father.

"Magic stone?"

"According to Dumbledore's statement and his plan, even if the Sorcerer's Stone was not stolen, according to the original plan, he would destroy it in front of Voldemort to prevent Hogwarts from being remembered by Voldemort again because of it."

"Nicolas Flamel and his wife have lived long enough. They just prepared some elixirs for their funeral arrangements." Harry's eyes were filled with memories.

"In my opinion, Dumbledore must have lied to you, or Nicolas Flamel lied."

"He is probably tired of it, but it's because he is tired of living as Nicoléme."

"He must have mastered the method of making the elixir of immortality without the magic stone, or he must have extra magic stones."

"With the notarization of Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard, everyone knows that he is dead and there is no more Philosopher's Stone. He can change his identity and start a new journey with his lover." The more Draco said, the more he felt. He has the right idea.

Ron also nodded, he also thought Draco's statement was more reliable.

"Maybe. But I don't think Dumbledore lied or was deceived."

"Ron may know this. During Christmas, I discussed this issue with Dumbledore in front of the Mirror of Erised."

"He said a lot of profound things at the time, many of which I can't fully repeat. One sentence I remember clearly is, 'Death is just another great adventure.'" Harry thought for a moment and proposed the opposite. Views.

"So Dumbledore let you know the function of the Mirror of Erised in advance, arranged for us to go to the Forbidden Forest, and left you a message just in case."

"By the way, I remember you said before that you and Hagrid went to get the Philosopher's Stone together."

"Plus Hagrid has no words to speak of - to you. Hagrid has emphasized many times - everything is under Dumbledore's control."

"Dumbledore, what will you do if you fail and are killed by a mysterious man?" Draco said angrily, showing his fear.

"As far as I'm concerned, the incomplete Mysterio and Quirrell are no match for Harry!"

"And according to your previous thoughts, the Unbreakable Vow was a hoax, but Dumbledore just happened to show up - in my opinion, Dumbledore has been hiding behind the scenes."

"No matter how we act, there will be no danger." Ron complained without any concern. "Indeed, based on what the mysterious young man said and what I learned before, the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised can only be obtained if you know it but don't want to take it."

"Besides, it seems that Occlumency is of no use, let alone the Confusion Curse."

"When Voldemort himself boasted, he only mentioned that he was a master of Occlumency. Literally, it was only the level of Occlumency." Harry said this, and Ron and Draco couldn't help but said in unison, "What are we? Even if you don’t do anything, the Philosopher’s Stone will remain unharmed?”

Harry nodded dejectedly.

"Dumbledore is indeed Dumbledore. Although he is not as good as my father, he is still amazing."

"Harry, Saturday is the last Quidditch match of the year. You must train tomorrow. It's almost 10 o'clock. You can go back." Ron couldn't help but admire Dumbledore at first, and then issued an eviction order.

At this time, the principal's office on the eighth floor of Hogwarts was extremely lively.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, and even Professor Sprout, who usually stayed in the greenhouse, all came to the principal's office.

They stood around a red stone with the previous headmasters in the magic paintings on the wall and Dumbledore.

"Is this the Philosopher's Stone?" Professor Flitwick stood on the floating chair so as not to be blocked by other professors.

"With it, maybe I can cure more diseases, such as dragon pox." An old witch with long silver curly hair in the frame next to her opened her eyes immediately. Delis Derwent, as the former Mungo's therapist, she was curious.

In the frame closest to the ceiling and next to Delis, a yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs also said, "With the elixir of life, what disease do you need to study? Delis, you are confused."

"Evra, you!" Delise didn't expect that her former principal and neighbor would complain about her.

The four professors below also stopped talking and looked at the Philosopher's Stone curiously.

"Pay attention! Didn't you notice that no one else spoke?" An old wizard who looked weak couldn't help but interjected.

"Thank you, Armando." Dumbledore winked his blue eyes at his former headmaster.

"You're welcome, Albus, it is our duty to serve the current principal." Armando Dippet waved his hand.

"Do you need to tell me?" Phineas Nigellus, the most unpopular headmaster in history, stroked his goatee and said sarcastically.

"Okay, be quiet." Dumbledore knocked on the table.

The four deans of the college next to them all looked at their noses, their noses and their hearts, and remained silent.

But soon, Snape couldn't help but said, "Why, aren't you going to destroy it? Isn't that okay?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and Professor Sprout accidentally dropped the gloves with dirt marks on them. Professor Flitwick gasped and almost fell off his chair.

The portraits of the male and female principals around them looked like they had known them for a long time.

"I'm not asking you to see how I destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone this time. This stone is not the Sorcerer's Stone. Even Voldemort was deceived by him." Dumbledore looked enigmatic and revealed his The iconic smile that deserves to be beaten.

"When did the mysterious man arrive at school!" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but take a step back, "And, where is Professor Quirrell?"

(End of this chapter)