Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 87
Magic stone?Som was stunned. He was a little surprised why he could see the Philosopher's Stone here...and also the internal structure of the Philosopher's Stone.

Embers studied so much... He remembered the crystal fragments on the table... Probably not?He looked at the empty chair suspiciously.

Wasn't he in the auditorium that day?If he really took the Philosopher's Stone... Som stood up with a "snap", and he felt a little dizzy...

Unexpectedly... He thought he was a hunter, but he never expected that the real hunter was on his face...

Is the Philosopher's Stone still with him?Som almost subconsciously wanted to search Ash's office, but he heard footsteps outside the door.

"Som?" Ash looked at Som standing up a little strangely, "Are you in a hurry?"

"Eh..." Som shook his head with some guilt and sat down.

"Let's start then?" Ash said, putting a bag of potion ingredients in the office.

"Okay...okay." Som tried not to show any abnormalities.

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"Thank you for your help." Ashe said, he opened the locked drawer with a key, and Thom only saw a lump inside, and Ash took out a pack of Honey Fizz.

"Eating something in winter is good for your throat." Ash handed the honey zizi candy to Som, "rest more."

"Okay..." Som nodded dully, and then said, "Then, then, goodbye."

"Well, goodbye." Ash nodded, and then watched Som leave stiffly.

"Crack." As the door was closed, Anna in the portrait was the first to speak, "Is your friend... here..." Her green fingers pointed to her head, "This place is not suitable."

"What's wrong?" Ash was slightly taken aback.

"He looked at your notes and suddenly laughed, and then sighed inexplicably." Anna tilted her head while speaking, "Do you think this is..."

"It's nothing." Ash smiled and waved his hands. He lit the notebook on the table with a spell, and nodded slightly as he watched the blazing flame.

"Looks like... the fish has taken the bait..."

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"Master, cough cough..." Som propped his hands on the table, his face blushed with pain.

"I, I have found the Philosopher's Stone..." he muttered with difficulty.

"Yes, at Embers's!"

"Christmas...Christmas me, I will act!" He slammed his head on the table, "Please rest assured...don't worry."

Feeling the pain gradually disappearing, Som gasped heavily, and the pair of gold-rimmed glasses lost a leg due to his actions.

He took off his glasses and threw them on the table...

Embers... Although we are friends... But... that stone, I am determined to get it...

Thom has already decided when to do it...Christmas...There are very few people in the school on this day, and most of the professors will go home...Only a small number of professors will stay in the school.

If you don't do it now, you will have fewer and fewer opportunities in the future...

Som secretly made up his mind... Soon, Christmas is coming soon... It's time for him to get the Philosopher's Stone, and then fly away...

Just wait until the day Embers leaves the office and he sneaks in and steals the Philosopher's Stone... He has a weird feeling that the stone is in a drawer somewhere in the office...

He walked to the window and drew the curtains, then slowly sniffed some strange flowers by the window sill.

"It's time...it's time to end this show."

This afternoon, Som took a rare nap. He leaned on the recliner in the office, and his mind had drifted to the black forest in Albania.

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"Dumbledore..." Fudge looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him with an ugly face, "My Aurors can't keep staring here... The thief has probably already left."

Dumbledore didn't speak, he was also thinking about where the thief was...

"Dumbledore, I will withdraw my Aurors next week, Christmas is coming soon." Fudge said slowly, and he did not want to provoke Dumbledore.

"I see." Dumbledore nodded slowly, "but about Voldemort..."

"That's a rumor, Dumbledore," said Fudge again. "That's a rumor..."

"My Aurors will investigate Diagon Alley after Christmas, but I can't promise the Hogsmeade agents."

After finishing speaking, Fudge nodded slightly and left, just like when he came, looking indifferent, but his legs were trembling slightly.

"Hey..." Dumbledore sighed.

It seems that he has lost the Philosopher's Stone... The only good news is that the one who took the stone should not be a Death Eater.

He already knew Som's moody look for the past two days... Dumbledore knew Voldemort's methods very well, and it was obvious that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor felt panicked because of the failure of the mission...

He thought for a while, then looked at the phoenix Fox on the bird stand and wondered what he was thinking.

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"Trash!" A hoarse voice echoed in the dark hall.

A wrinkled old man sat on the throne in the hall, and under him were old men in purple robes.

"Has Ashes left Rodland?" A fat old man asked, holding a white maggot that was still writhing in his hand.

"Hey, hey." He stuffed the worm into his mouth, and the scene of the juice splashing made the tall and thin old man beside him look at him dissatisfied.

"Yes! Already left!" The old man on the throne said loudly, "Even left for a few months!"

"If it hadn't been for the capture of a Biheim spy, we wouldn't know about it now."

The fat old man looked at the old man on the throne with dissatisfaction, as if he felt that he disturbed his pleasure of eating, "Then send someone to find him... Then, kill him and send him back, wouldn't it be good?"

"How to get there?" asked the tall and thin old man, "He is in another world."

"I don't know about that..." Fatty muttered and picked up another bug, "You have always been responsible for this, haven't you?"

"I thought the world would move in the direction we hoped..." The old man on the throne threw the wine glass out of his hand and smashed it on a hunched knight.

"Now, we have to take action..." the old man said after thinking, "To find any way...whether it's killing, or something...we must ask where Ashes went."

"Otherwise, when Chuhuo is inherited again... we guys... can't live long in the light."

The old man seemed to be thinking of the thunder guns all over the sky and those tall knights, he lifted his robe and scratched his white lower body.

"Go... children of the abyss..." He waved his big hand as he spoke, and the rickety knights surrounded by the throne started to walk slowly.

The few old men who didn't speak also twisted their maggot-like bodies. They clenched the scepters in their hands, looked at the old man on the throne respectfully, and then spoke slightly.

"Observe... Lord Saint..."

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