Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 203 The scene displayed in front of everyone
At this moment, the atmosphere in the principal's office on the eighth floor was extremely tense.

Although all the professors understood and believed in Dumbledore, letting the underage wizard face Voldemort had already touched their bottom line.

As for the back of Quirrell's head being Voldemort, he was there during class and was ignored by them.

After all, since Dumbledore asked Voldemort and Quirrell to be teachers together, he must have avoided this danger.

What's more, when the little wizards enter school, the journey they take means they sign a contract with Hogwarts.

With the power of the contract and the safety in the classroom and in the castle, the other professors were not too worried.

To be honest, even when the troll broke into Hogwarts, they were not worried that the troll would kill the little wizard. The worst result would be just a few broken ribs.

This is why McGonagall's first reaction was to cause trouble for Harry and the others. She was worried, but not much.

But the Forbidden Forest and the restricted area on the fourth floor are places that all professors and Hogwarts contract powers cannot touch.

So, they all stared at Dumbledore, waiting for his explanation.

"Their going to the Astronomy Tower is indeed related to me. I won't go into details about another person's reputation... The reason why the unicorn was killed is because I have been following Harry and the others to protect him. To ensure their safety, I was unable to do anything else...I was always following them in the forbidden area on the fourth floor." Dumbledore said.

"Okay, I can barely accept this. As long as you are by my side, even if the mysterious man is in his heyday, Harry and the others won't be too worried when they face me."

"But it wasn't because of the conversation you just had when you called us here today."

"Today's protagonist is obviously this stone that you said is not a magic stone."

"What do you have to say?" Professor McGonagall quickly thought of this after she regained her composure.

"As expected of you, Minerva."

"The Philosopher's Stone is missing. It's a lie." Dumbledore said in a pretentious tone.

"Come on, Albus."

"Are you trying to scare us again? If the Sorcerer's Stone is really taken away by a mysterious person, will you start with us and make a lot of noise?" Professor McGonagall waved her hand, indicating that she would not be fooled this time.

"Dumbledore can't lie, this is probably just a play on words." Professor Flitwick guessed.

"Perhaps, the missing Philosopher's Stone means it was destroyed by Dumbledore, so it disappeared."

"And this stone is probably used to deceive the mysterious man. Maybe it has other functions - to retroactively record the surrounding information?" Professor Snape said while looking at Dumbledore.

"Oh, congratulations Severus, you guessed it right."

"But that's not entirely true." Dumbledore blinked at Snape, then took out his wand and pointed it at the red stone on the table. The professors around him and the headmasters and principals in the picture frame all widened their eyes in curiosity.

An image appeared in front of everyone, but this time they all held their breath and did not speak.

That was a young man who stepped out of the moonlight. His handsomeness and the way he appeared surprised all the professors.

However, in the video, when the mysterious young man reached the defense line set up by Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall finally couldn't help but speak.

Dumbledore on the side had almost figured out the stone. He tapped the stone with his wand, and the image floating in the air stopped when the mysterious young man entered the chessboard room.

"If I'm not mistaken, your defenses are very simple."

"Especially you, Pomona."

"As long as you are a wizard and can flash fluorescent lights, you can pass through unharmed."

"Is it possible that I am the only one who took it seriously?" Professor McGonagall's nose trembled slightly, and her brows knitted. "Although we don't know the defenses set up by others, nor do we know to what extent they should be set up. But Dumbledore obviously didn't take it seriously, and the defenses in front are likely to be students - such as Fred and George from your college."

"And as long as Dumbledore's line of defense is there, do we need to be serious? Since he let me pass, it makes sense." Faced with Professor McGonagall's responsibilities, Professor Sprout said about fishing in the workplace the essence of.

"Also, are you paying attention to the wrong thing? Didn't you see his magic?"

"The devil's net healed automatically without using a magic wand, and the three-headed dog fell into a deep sleep with just one sentence. Even unlike a wizard, he cut off all the keys with a sharp blade." Professor Sprout continued.

Professor Flitwick, whose defense was also very simple, nodded, which made Professor McGonagall very annoyed.

"I won't mention how powerful he is. The way he appears shows that he is not simple. Dumbledore will discuss this with us later."

"Filius, your defense is just fun. As long as you use a spell like the freezing spell to not harm the keys and control them, or a good Quidditch wizard like me, you can get through." Professor McGonagall held up her hands. It seemed like there was an invisible broomstick under her butt.

"Minerva, I agree with what Pomona said."

"Dumbledore let my defense pass, which means he really passed."

"According to my understanding, our defense line is just used to delay time until Dumbledore or other professors arrive." Flitwick defended himself.

"Don't look at me, Professor McGonagall. My defense is very dangerous. You can take a look from behind." Snape said quickly when he saw this, and at the same time made a gesture for Dumbledore to continue.

Then, the image in mid-air continues to play.

When he heard the mysterious young man complaining about himself, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but keep whispering something like "there are no rules, nothing can be done".

Soon after, we arrived at the room decorated by Snape.

"What do you mean by a boring work that only satisfies your superiors?"

"My poison and magic flames can kill people, right?"

"More dangerous than Professor McGonagall and others!" Snape was furious after hearing the mysterious young man complaining about him.

"Professor Snape, don't be angry, we are all the same." Flitwick comforted.

"No, we are different."

"Yours is not as simple as that."

"But Sprout was praised for being gentle, you were praised for being imaginative, Professor McGonagall was just a warning, and what about me?" Snape was spinning in circles with anger.

"Is that kid better than Chiloe?" Dumbledore couldn't help but interjected.

"Yeah, at least I'm not in bad taste." Snape said half sarcastically and half angrily.

"Severus, this is not like you. If it were you normally, you would not care at all and just treat it like a breeze." Dumbledore said curiously.

Indeed, Snape never cared about the opinions of others. If he were the headmaster, he could even beat Phineas Nigellus to become the most annoying headmaster.

At this time, Ryan in the Ravenclaw dormitory was hiding his merit and fame.

Accompanied by Snape's angry voice, the scene in mid-air played to him putting in the fake Philosopher's Stone, and it finally seemed to be over.

"Aside from his evaluation, what else did you see?" Dumbledore looked at the four professors.

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