Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

In the early morning, the summer sunshine shines on the Hogwarts campus. At this time, Hogwarts is no longer as lively as it used to be, and most of the students have already left.

They catch the first Hogwarts Express to return to their hometown.

Of course, this is different for some students...

Take Carlos, for example. He just opened his eyes at this time, and then looked at the wall clock in a daze.

ten o'clock in the morning...

Carlos was in a daze for a few seconds, then rubbed his eyes. He could no longer remember what happened last night. He only remembered that he seemed to be saved by Professor Rozier, and then he remembered nothing.

"Are you awake?" Madam Pomfrey walked in at some point and gently touched Carlos' forehead.

"You no longer have a fever..." She seemed a little surprised: "Your health is much better than I thought..."

"Last night...hiss..." Carlos just spoke, and it seemed that the wound was affected. He took a slight breath and then touched his face.

"Don't move." Madam Pomfrey gently grabbed Carlos' hand: "The injury on your face is not healed yet." She explained: "It will take a few days."

After listening to Madam Pomfrey's words, Carlos put down his hand. He slowly looked at Madam Pomfrey and then asked carefully: "So, what happened last night?"

Madam Pomfrey listened to his question and did not answer. Instead, she held a cup of honey tea with both hands.

"This should make you feel better," she explained, letting Carlos hold on.

"Tons, tons, tons..." Carlos held the cup and slowly poured the warm honey tea into his stomach. I have to say... he did feel a lot more comfortable.

After watching Carlos finish a cup of honey tea, Madam Pomfrey said, "A lot of things happened last night."

"Late at night, Professor Rosier, Professor McGonagall, and Principal Dumbledore brought you here." Madam Pomfrey took the empty cup from Carlos's hand, and then said thoughtfully: "You were covered in injuries at that time. …”

It's the same now... Carlos touched his bandaged chest and face, and then nodded slightly.

"Then, what did they say?" Carlos thought for a moment and asked, "About Professor Quirrell..."

"He is not a professor!" Madam Pomfrey shook her head: "He is a Death Eater!"

"Well..." Carlos nodded speechlessly.

Madam Pomfrey continued: "You had a high fever, your face was covered with blood, and the bridge of your nose was even broken..."

After listening to her words, Carlos subconsciously touched his nose. Fortunately...it seemed that the spell had been restored...

"Don't worry, Mr. Emmanuel, I have already treated you." Madam Pomfrey said gently, "It won't leave any traces."

"Then...what happened next?" Carlos thought for a while and asked.

"Later..." Madam Pomfrey recalled, "They all seemed to have something urgent..."

"They left immediately after they brought you here."

"Nakiro..."

"He is missing." Madam Pomfrey shook her head: "No one has found any trace of him..."

Just as he was talking, the door to the campus hospital was pushed open, and Rozier walked in dusty. His hair was messy and his clothes were full of scratches and holes.

It was as if he had just gone to the wilderness to survive.

"Lord Pomfrey..." He nodded slightly to Pomfrey, and then looked at Carlos.

"How are you feeling?" He sat beside Carlos' bed and asked, "Do you feel any discomfort?"

"Um..." Carlos looked at the bandages all over his body and said, "It's okay..."

"Huh..." After listening to Carlos' words, Rozier took a deep breath, then bent down and looked at Carlos with a gentle expression.

"Sorry..." The two people's blue eyes met.

"I got there late, and I haven't caught him yet..."

"It's okay, Professor..." Carlos thought for a moment and said, "At least, he didn't get the Sorcerer's Stone, and he didn't hurt anyone, right?"

"But he hurt you." Rozier said seriously: "And this is all avoidable..."

"Avoidable?" Carlos was a little confused. He looked at Rozier and asked, "What does this mean?"

"Albion... you shouldn't say this in front of children." Dumbledore's voice interrupted Rozier's speech. He slowly walked in from the outside, his expression calm and no different from usual.

Seeing him walking in, Rozier's expression immediately turned ugly. He seemed to have a bad relationship with Dumbledore...or maybe he didn't like Dumbledore very much.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, can you pour us some honey tea?" Dumbledore looked at her gently.

"I understand, Dumbledore." Pomfrey saw what Dumbledore meant, she nodded, then turned and walked out.

As she left, the final sound of the door closing came.

Dumbledore spoke slowly: "This was an oversight on my part, Carlos..."

"I didn't expect... that he would find you."

He also did not expect that the three Harrys would actually go to the secret room that used to protect the Sorcerer's Stone that night... It was precisely because of the actions of the three Harrys that Snape, who was left behind, was distracted.

"But...why did he want me to find me?" Carlos asked his doubts. He had been thinking about this question since he met Quirrell last night.

"Because of the Sorcerer's Stone." Rozier started. He turned away from Dumbledore and said, "Because a genius put the Sorcerer's Stone in Sniff's pocket."

"In Xiu Xiu's pocket?" Carlos was stunned for a moment: "Mane?!"

"That's right." Dumbledore took over the conversation and said, "The Philosopher's Stone... is on Mane..."

"But..." Carlos frowned for a moment: "Then...Qiluojiao...how did he know?"

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and then said: "We don't know either..."

"He just knows that it's on you." Rozier said: "After all, he has been asking where the Sorcerer's Stone is... not where the Sniff is."

His words made Dumbledore nod.

"Then..." Carlos suddenly thought of something, and he asked nervously: "Does the Sorcerer's Stone have something to do with my magic cooking?"

"..."

His words made both of them suddenly silent. Rozier's face showed a little loss and a little relief.

"Yes." He said, "If nothing else happens...this is all related to the Philosopher's Stone."

When Carlos heard Rozier's answer, he slowly lowered his head. Loss and a little sadness spread over him.

"Bang bang bang." There was a knock on the door of the infirmary before Dumbledore and the others could speak.

McGonagall's voice came: "Minister Fudge wants to see you, Dumbledore."