Harry Potter's Dharma

After getting Hermione to follow the students from Ravenclaw, Zheng Fan found Professor Flitwick.

"Professor, Slytherin is going too, right?"

"Of course, Zheng. Everyone is going. Speaking of which, you're really a model boyfriend. You still remember to show concern for your girlfriend at a time like this."

Although Professor Flitwick was a little nervous, he was still able to joke around. Zheng Fan found it funny. You can only laugh now. When Dumbledore speaks later, everyone will definitely be dumbfounded.

Zheng Fan walked back from the auditorium to the Slytherin common room. Sure enough, he bumped into the Slytherin team led by James.

Snape was standing at the front of the team. Zheng Fan went over to him.

"What on earth happened?

Did something happen to the school? "he asked softly.

Snape looked at him with a strange gaze. After a while, he said in a muffled voice, "The trapdoor room was invaded. The item was stolen."

"Voldemort took it?" Zheng Fan asked in surprise.

Snape shuddered when he heard that name, and then glared at him in dissatisfaction. "It wasn't Dark Demon 630 King. Someone else broke into the room with the trapdoor, and stole something during the chaos!

I think you're the most suspicious! "

"The sorcerer's stone was stolen?!

F * ck! "Zheng Fan was dumbfounded. He then laughed coldly." I'm the most suspicious?

You've been a teacher for too long. You've become stupid. If I had the sorcerer's stone, I would've left long ago. Why would I waste my time here with you?

Snape snorted coldly. He didn't deny it.

Indeed, from Zheng Fan's reaction, this matter really had nothing to do with him. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't think Zheng Fan was the culprit. However, his instincts told him that only idiots would believe Zheng Fan!

Soon, the students from the four schools were brought to the auditorium. For a moment, it was a mess. Some of them had just fallen asleep and were annoyed when they were woken up. Some of them were having a party to celebrate the end of the exam and were unhappy when they were interrupted. Most of them had heard bits and pieces of the story from somewhere and were now telling others what had happened.

On Gryffindor's side, Harry Potter walked over with the crowd with a blank expression. He had yet to recover from the fact that Voldemort was still alive. He should have fainted after the battle with Voldemort, but because Zheng Fan had attracted Snape's attention, that did not happen. Hence, he could only passively endure everything.

On the other hand, his good friend, Ronald Weasley, did not have so many thoughts. As the official participant of the incident, he was so busy that he kept telling the girls what he had experienced.

"Merlin above, you definitely can't imagine … The situation was extremely dangerous at that time. I don't know how many curses were aimed at us. If I hadn't made a prompt decision to pull Harry away, he wouldn't be standing here talking to you right now!"

Hearing this, the girls exclaimed in surprise. This made Ronald feel very good.

Harry looked at him in surprise. What was this?

Did he have such an experience? Why didn't he remember?

Ronald was shocked when he saw Harry's expression. He had been so engrossed in bragging that he had forgotten that the other party was there. He wanted to tell Harry not to expose him, but fortunately, the main character of the meeting, Dumbledore, arrived at that moment.

He was wearing a purple robe and a tall wizard's hat. He walked step by step to the main seat and spoke into what seemed to be a magic loudspeaker. "Silence!!"

The students all shut their mouths and looked over.

Under everyone's gaze, Dumbledore said unhurriedly, "Tonight, a small accident happened. Perhaps everyone has heard about it. Yes … the school was invaded. The invader was none other than Professor Quirrell.

I'm very sorry about this. "

Hearing this, the students whispered to each other. The impact of these words was too great. It made them feel strange. Quirrell, a man who was usually as timid as a mouse, could actually jump into a trap.

Really?

"Of course," Dumbledore continued.

He suddenly raised his voice. "Professor Quirrell didn't do this for personal reasons. There's a bigger conspiracy behind him. I'm not saying this to cause panic. I just want to tell everyone that something has happened again. We can't avoid it. If things develop to the point where we have no choice but to face it, it's better to wake up early rather than running away …"

At this point, he suddenly stopped.

The students looked at him in shock.

Normally, Dumbledore was always so elegant. His every move was very polite, and his words were also very polite. Today, it was the first time they saw Dumbledore in such a state of emotion.

Dumbledore opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he stopped.

He was willing to be the pioneer and announce the news of Voldemort's return to the public, but not now. There were only some students present, and most of them were still sleepy and confused. Telling them this would only cause more trouble.

Besides, compared to the news of Voldemort's return, there was something else that made him sadder.

The Philosopher's Stone was gone.

He had confirmed that the Philosopher's Stone was indeed stolen. It was not on Harry, Quirrell, or the Eris Magic Mirror.

Even a man as powerful as he was could not go back in time to see what had happened. Even if he wanted to go back to Harry Potter's memory, it would be useless. Memories were dependent on the owner. If Harry Potter could not find the thief's weakness, then it would be useless for Dumbledore to go into Harry Potter's memory.

After losing the Philosopher's Stone, his old friend Nick Lemay's life was in someone else's hands.

He had no doubt that the thief had taken the Philosopher's Stone for a purpose. Once the Philosopher's Stone was used, Nick Lemay and his wife's lives would end in a short time.

This was a sad fact that could not be avoided.

After the meeting, or rather, the press conference, things seemed to have calmed down. The death of a professor did not affect the world at all.

Zheng Fan returned to the dormitory and began to look through the system notifications.