Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Professor McGonagall, it is very likely that I will not come next semester." In the corridor, Rozier stopped Professor McGonagall.

"I know, you've already told me." McGonagall nodded slightly and looked at Professor Rozier a little strangely. He had told himself this a few weeks ago.

"Then you may not know the next thing." Rozier showed a smile: "I would like to ask...are there any other professor positions available at Hogwarts?"

"Ah?" Mag looked at Rozier in surprise.

"Aren't you leaving?"

"Yes." Rozier nodded, and then immediately said: "But I hope to have a more relaxed professor's job...because of family affairs, sometimes I have to go back often."

"Is that so?" Mag frowned and thought about it. She had a pretty good impression of Rozier. He was very polite, and his teaching attitude and teaching work were also done very well.

Mag has read his lesson plans, and they are also very good...

Such dedicated and dedicated professors are really rare at Hogwarts...

"That's how it goes." Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and said, "Professor Kettleburn, who is responsible for teaching the Care of Magical Creatures course, is already old."

"He will retire in two years." McGonagall looked at Rozier's face and said, "Maybe you will like this course?"

"Protection of magical animals?" Rozier frowned slightly. In fact, it was not bad...it would help him complete the task assigned to him by his aunt. After all, the child liked magical animals.

"I can accept it." Rozier nodded and said, "But the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

"Don't worry." McGonagall paused slightly and said, "Principal Dumbledore already has a candidate."

Although the professor made McGonagall feel a bit frivolous...but it should be obvious from the books he wrote that he was quite professional.

McGonagall shook her head when she thought about this. Sometimes she didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking.

"What's wrong, Professor McGonagall?" Rozier looked at her curiously: "Who will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year?"

"Mr. Gerald Lockhart." McGonagall said slowly.

"That great writer?" Rozier raised his eyebrows. This great writer's name was very famous even in France, and his works were very popular within the Umbrella Party.

Anyway, Rozier knew that his cousin Philip liked Lockhart very much.

"Mr. Lockhart will be a qualified professor." Rozier smiled.

"I hope so." Mag shrugged and said, "How about we finalize the contract now?"

Rozier was stunned for a moment, then carefully considered his words and said, "Don't you need to ask Principal Dumbledore?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore usually doesn't care about these things..." McGonagall curled her lips and seemed dissatisfied with Dumbledore's behavior: "He values ​​the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts more."

"Okay." Rozier showed a smile: "It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun, so let's take today?"

With that said, the two of them walked upstairs.

"By the way, Professor Rozier, do you need the school's help with your family matters?" McGonagall asked casually.

"No need...ahem..." Rozier was afraid that people from the Ministry of Magic would follow Mag... Not only could his family scandal not be publicized, he couldn't even reveal it at all.

While the two were talking, the moonlight had completely enveloped Hogwarts. Although it was not yet late at night, the time had already reached eight o'clock.

After the dinner, the little wizards naturally gathered in groups to discuss what to play.

But... that's not the case in the Gryffindor common room.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting in the corner, their faces full of anxiety.

"Do you think there is a possibility... that Snape will take action tonight?" Harry whispered, not forgetting Snape's sharp eyes sitting on the professor's chair today.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that Snape had been staring at him.

"It's possible..." Ron nodded and said, "It's possible for him anytime."

"No, no, no." Hermione interrupted Ron. She analyzed and said, "Principal Dumbledore is not here today... Others may not notice his movements!"

"So you will definitely take action today and take away the Sorcerer's Stone!" Harry slapped the table and stood up.

The other little lions immediately cast curious glances.

"Shh~" Hermione quickly grabbed Harry and said, "No one else can know about this."

"Yes, yes..." Ron also nodded: "The matter of the Sorcerer's Stone is very secret."

"As long as we know."

Harry was pulled by the two people and had to sit down a little awkwardly: "Then what should we do now?"

"Shall we set off now?" Ron suggested: "Let's protect the Sorcerer's Stone!"

"Well..." Hermione also nodded: "Ron is right... we must get the Sorcerer's Stone before Snape!"

"He must be trying to do something dangerous." Harry said as he stood up again and pushed open the door to the Gryffindor lounge.

The three of them almost jogged all the way towards the third floor corridor where the Magic Stone was.

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"Master, tonight may be your chance to take action!" Quirrell sat on the chair and said solemnly: "He left."

"..." The voice was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "I didn't find him either... he did leave."

"Then go find that boy quickly." A cold voice echoed in the office: "Get the magic stone for me, and then resurrect..."

"Qi Luo, by then, you will gain endless power and knowledge!"

"Yes, my master..." Quirrell lowered his head and said respectfully: "I will get the magic stone for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Quirrell opened the door of the office. The corridor was empty at this time. It was obvious that the young wizards were all gathered in the lounge.

Quirrell smiled softly and waved his wand.

With a faint flash of light, Quirrell found Carlos' location.

To his surprise, Carlos was currently in the center of Hogwarts, on the Astronomy Tower...

He's not in the lounge... That would be great... If he was in the lounge, he would still have to take action in front of so many students.

But the Astronomy Tower...is lonely and silent, without anyone.

It's the most suitable place to do this kind of murderous thing.

I didn't expect...you are quite considerate?

Quirrell seemed to be amused by his own cold joke. He showed a slightly narrow smile, and then walked towards the astronomy tower.

He was ready to take away the Philosopher's Stone there... and then take away the boy's life...