A ruined Hogwarts

"Have you noticed anything unusual during your recent surveillance of Harry Potter?" Quirrell's expression became serious.

"Abnormal?" Owen pretended to think about it for a while, and then clapped his hands suddenly, "Yes! Harry always felt that he should not be sorted into Slytherin House, and suspected that someone interfered with the Sorting Hat's judgment. He put this Hagrid told it, and Hagrid told Dumbledore... and Dumbledore told him to be wary of it."

"Professor, did you do this? Do you want me to try to mislead him?" Owen looked like he was sincerely thinking about him.

Quirrell's expression became strange and confused. He shook his head and said, "We didn't do it. Let him continue investigating." He raised his chin and motioned for Owen to continue.

"I have every reason to believe that Dumbledore has been paying close attention to Harry's every move." Owen's expression suddenly became extremely serious. "A few days ago, we found a picture in a room in the school that can show people's hearts. Harry was obsessed with mirrors, and then we met Dumbledore."

"Judging from what Dumbledore said at the time, he was very clear about Harry's actions and even his inner thoughts, even though he had no contact with Harry at all."

"Oh, it should be so. This is what Dumbledore would do." Quirrell said with an incomprehensible look, "How could he not pay attention to Harry Potter?"

Owen gave him a strange look, sincerely suspecting that Quirrell was repeating someone's words to pretend to be profound.

"Okay, that's all the unusual things. Other than that, Harry Potter seems to be no different from ordinary people." He said easily.

Quirrell nodded solemnly, and then said: "You did a good job, but you are far from meeting the requirements of the Dark Lord."

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, I can't tie Harry Potter here under Dumbledore's nose." Owen held his forehead and said helplessly, "Look, don't you also know about magic?" Is there no progress in Shi's matter?"

"I will be able to help Master get the Magic Stone soon, not far away..." Quirrell murmured.

"Well..." Owen looked eager to try, "Then how can I help?"

"It's enough for the master to have me, you don't need to know..." Quirrell suddenly paused mid-sentence, and then said with an aggrieved and reluctant expression: "Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you my plan. "

Owen blinked. You don't actually need to tell me, I don't want to know at all, really!

"The Magic Stone is hidden in the door deep in the forbidden corridor on the fourth floor, and is protected by numerous mechanisms set up by the professors." Quirrell said in a low voice, "I participated in the entire arrangement of the mechanisms, so I know all the details very well. organ."

"They're just little tricks. I can pass easily." He sneered. "The gadgets others arranged are not as threatening as the giant monster I brought in. What can they hold on to?"

"Then your plan is..." Owen crossed his shoulders.

"At the banquet on Halloween, all the teachers and students would gather in the auditorium. I would release a troll in the castle, then pretend to faint in the auditorium, and take advantage of everyone's attention to get through the monsters. Check the level and take the magic stone for the master." Quirrell said proudly, "I always have a special way to deal with trolls."

Uh, what a simple and crude plan... Are you really not a reckless person who graduated from Gryffindor? This plan looks like it was dreamed up by some idiot with a shriveled brain!

"So...so awesome!" Owen applauded.

"Then what do you think of this plan, Owen?" Quirrell stared at him with a ghostly expression and asked softly. At this moment, his eyes became darker and colder, and he looked like a completely different person.

Phew, Voldemort is online!

Owen feels like his head hurts, why should the switch be so convenient? You look bright and calm on the outside, but who knows if your face is covered in blisters behind the scenes!

He thought about his words. This plan was obviously full of loopholes. Owen had the intention to deceive them, so naturally he could agree with it and fool them. But the problem is that now he is a little confused whether the Voldemort in front of him is really stupid or pretending to be stupid. It is difficult to tell whether the other party is testing him...

Judging from Owen's contact with him these days, Voldemort's mind is obviously still clear, and he is not as insane as the original plot showed. After all, he is in a real world now, and various unexpected situations may occur. The plot of the original work can be used as a reference but must not be relied upon.

Owen thought for a moment and decided to reveal an obvious but low-impact loophole: "Professor Quirrell is very good at dealing with trolls? In that case, how could you be stunned by a troll? The professors will definitely be suspicious. "

Voldemort tapped his index finger on the table and said softly: "It makes sense."

"Any more?" he asked with a half-smile.

Owen thought for a while and asked the question he was most concerned about: "Professor, why do you think the Sorcerer's Stone is hidden behind that door?" This question is very important, because if he can't help Voldemort "get" the true The Philosopher's Stone, this oath will not be lifted, and it will be very difficult for him.

"With all due respect, Professor, if a person really wants to hide and protect something behind a door, why would he put the key to the door lock at the door?" Owen said softly, "For Dumbledore As far as Lido is concerned, even if he just carries the key with him, there won't be many people in this world who would dare to think about the Philosopher's Stone."

"This is a very interesting question." A look of excitement and irony flashed across Voldemort's face for a moment, "Obviously, this is Dumbledore's challenge to me, even if he doesn't know that he is facing me. He is always too arrogant and confident that he can ensure the magic stone is foolproof, so he wants to lure me into taking action in this way."

"In that case, why didn't he just put a fake magic stone there?" Owen said seriously, "This is foolproof, isn't it?"

"Don't question my judgment, Owen." Voldemort lazily raised his hand, "I always have a way to confirm that the one in the door is real... The Dark Lord will never be fooled by illusions."

Was it confirmed through some kind of spell? Owen nodded, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to calculate in his mind.

Voldemort took a deep look at him, added some dark medicinal materials to the crucible in front of him, and tapped it lightly with his right index finger, making the flames under the crucible burn even more intensely. The increasingly rich aroma filled every space in the office, making Owen feel warm and fuzzy.

"Did you practice the spell I taught you seriously last time when you returned?" Voldemort said with a smile.

"Of course, some, it's... magical." When I mentioned this, Irving suddenly sobered up. He lowered his eyes slightly to prevent himself from looking at the other person like a dog.

"Yes, that is a very interesting and superb spell. You did a good job." Voldemort's voice had a snake-like tone, "But you haven't discovered its true potential yet, because You don't really accept it...Magic is a power that is closely connected to the mind, and everything you think, your spell knows."

Owen just squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the rising steam in the crucible with some serious eyes. He felt something wasn't right about the potion.

"Since there is still time today, let's continue teaching." Voldemort changed the topic lightly.

"Professor, I have to go to solitary confinement tonight." Owen said seriously. Are you still addicted to being a professor, a deep role-playing enthusiast?

"Ah, confinement..." Voldemort muttered, "Because of that interesting machine?" He suddenly smiled leisurely: "It is indeed a very interesting toy."

"There is still enough time, so sit down." He said without doubt, pointing to the chair opposite the table, "I don't want to hear any more disobedient words, Owen."

Owen rolled his eyes mentally and sat down in the chair.