Wizarding Journey from Hogwarts

In the deserted corridor, only the rapid breathing of a young man could be heard.

Harry finally remembered the first time he met Jean at Ollivander's Wand Shop before school started.

Hagrid once told himself that the man who was with Jean had fought with his parents and even almost killed his parents.

But during this period of time, I was so absorbed in the world of magic that I forgot about this matter.

Harry moved his feet slightly, pulled away a little, and looked directly at Jean, "Are you a Death Eater too?"

In fact, he was a little bit reluctant to accept this in his heart. After all, he always thought that the two were good friends.

"Harry, of course I am not a Death Eater. Cecil used to be one, but he is different from other Death Eaters. He is not interested in killing and destroying. He just simply likes to fight." Jean said gently. He explained.

After hearing Gene's explanation, Harry lowered his guard a little.

It is true that after this semester of contact, I have learned a lot about Jean, which is completely different from the Death Eaters I have heard of. Even Malfoy is a little different from when I first came into contact with him.

"Did you listen to what Cecil said about this prophecy?" Harry's attention returned to the prophecy. He was very concerned about it. After all, his parents paid their lives for this.

"Yes, Cecil once told me that someone made this prophecy the year we were born. This is also the most important point in the confrontation between Dumbledore and the Dark Lord."

"Dumbledore! You mean, Dumbledore also knows about this prophecy?" Harry suddenly felt betrayed, even though he trusted Dumbledore so much.

"Harry, I'm afraid that's the case. It seems that many people on both sides know about this prophecy." Gene showed a very regretful expression.

"Why, why didn't he protect them!" A trace of resentment suddenly appeared in his heart.

Gene grabbed the excited Harry and said, "Calm down, calm down, maybe Mr. Principal has made some efforts!"

"But they still paid their lives..." Harry looked depressed. He felt that he had been living in a beautiful scam spun by others.

The Boy Who Lived, the hero of the wizarding world, and even choosing to be this person instead of Neville were probably all arranged in advance. Harry felt that there was no one around him that he could trust anymore.

The young man raised his head in despair, "Jean, can I believe you?"

Gene reached out and patted his shoulder, "We have the same experience, we are the same people, and we are friends!"

"Yes, we are the same, we are friends" Harry lowered his head and murmured in a low voice.

When they reached the intersection, Harry had lost his appetite because of what he had just read, so he walked up the stairs and returned to the dormitory.

Watching Harry's figure disappear up the stairs, Gene also went straight back to the dormitory.

In recent communications with several people, I have not lied at all. All the information conveyed is true. Well, I just lied to the magic mirror.

As for how they understand it, that is none of my business. I took the initiative to tell them the past with good intentions, so I should be able to receive a lot of thanks from them!

Gene does not want things to develop according to the original route. He hopes that he can control the future direction of the world, and even on the day he reaches the top, he can control the entire world.

……

The Christmas holidays are fleeting and the little wizards have returned to the castle again.

But after returning to the castle, Ron and the other three felt that something was different about Harry.

Especially Neville, he would often find Harry looking at him secretly, but he didn't know why, and he could even feel a hint of hostility.

One afternoon, Hermione excitedly ran to the three of them and put a thick book on the table. "I found it!"

Ron didn't understand what it meant, so he casually said "What did you find?" and then lowered his head and continued to fight with the food.

Hermione was too lazy to pay attention to him, "Nick Flamel, the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"

The three of them looked at her with ignorant expressions.

Hermione opened the book and pushed it in front of them, then picked up the food and ignored them.

Harry took the book, "Ancient alchemy involves the creation of the Philosopher's Stone, a magical substance with amazing powers.

The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create an elixir of life, so that people who drink this medicine will never die.

Over the centuries, there have been many reports about the Philosopher's Stone, but the only remaining one belongs to the famous alchemist and opera lover Mr. Nicole Flamel.

He celebrated his 660 fifth birthday last year and now lives in seclusion in Devon with his wife Perenal (650 eight years old). "

"Now you understand." The little witch looked at them proudly. "It's the Philosopher's Stone. It was the Philosopher's Stone that Harry and Hagrid took from Gringotts before school started. It was also the stone that the three-headed dog was guarding. Gringotts was stolen before. , and there are people who want it.”

After hearing the introduction, Ron said with admiration: "Being able to create pure gold and make people immortal, no wonder everyone wants to get him, and I want it too!"

"But who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Neville couldn't figure it out at all.

"Maybe... it's Snape!" Harry said with some certainty.

The three of them looked at him in disbelief, wondering why they had such an idea.

"During the opening ceremony of the branch school, he glanced at me, and the scar on my forehead felt a sting. Then during the Quidditch match, you saw him casting a curse on me, and before Not long ago, at Christmas time, I saw him threatening Professor Quirrell in the corridor. I thought he wanted Professor Quirrell to help him steal the Philosopher's Stone!"

After listening to Harry's analysis, the three of them suddenly felt that this was the case, and they felt suddenly enlightened.

Harry stood up immediately "Let's go! Let's go find Hagrid!"

Ron didn't quite understand "What to do with Hagrid?"

"Hagrid obtained the Philosopher's Stone, and he also found the three-headed dog. Maybe he knows something!" After saying that, Harry quickly walked out of the auditorium.

At the long table on the other side, a blond boy watched the four people leave the auditorium in a hurry, and followed them secretly.

Outside the hunting ground guard's cabin, four little wizards ran here. They found that for some reason, the windows around the cabin were covered with curtains.

Hearing the knock on the door, Hagrid's somewhat panicked voice came. He opened the door cautiously. After seeing the four Gryffindors, he let them in and then hurriedly closed the door.

A blond boy carefully came to the window sill, gently took out his wand, lifted a small corner of the curtain and peeked inside.

The hut was as hot as being inside a big stove. The four of them didn't understand why Hagrid made the hut like this. The weather today was obviously not that hot.