Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Rhys and Daphne hurried along and finally made it back to the Slytherin common room before anyone else noticed.

The common room was packed with students, students gathering in groups of twos and threes, enjoying Halloween meals from the kitchen and discussing the trolls that had broken into the school.

Malfoy's condition had recovered somewhat. He was holding a glass of iced pumpkin juice in the same manner as a champagne glass, and was sitting by the fire in the lounge talking.

"It's so depraved that a troll sneaked into the school! I'm going to write a letter to my father and ask him to strengthen the security of the castle-"

For the sake of Lucius Malfoy, most of the senior students in Slytherin did not come to trouble the younger brother, and even cheered him up.

As soon as Les entered the door, he heard Malfoy's words, and his eyes suddenly lit up: Huh? If you want to say this, then I won’t be sleepy! Draco Malfoy, although you are timid, despicable and have no bottom line, and I am very sorry for being a student of Slytherin House, but if you can persuade your father to make more contributions to Hogwarts, that will be considered a success. The merit has been redeemed.

Malfoy suddenly felt something furry on his back. When he looked back, he found that Les was looking at him with a strange look. He couldn't help but shudder, closed his mouth and ate the dinner at the table.

Seeing that Malfoy no longer talked about donating money to the school, Les could only find an empty seat to sit down angrily and continue to enjoy the interrupted Halloween dinner.

"So, you really didn't plan to save me just now?" Daphne couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked reluctantly. She could have sworn that she saw Les pull the wand out of his sleeve with her own eyes. He would not normally put the wand in that position.

There is only one reason for his abnormal behavior, and that is that he is actually ready to take action at any time. Daphne believes that she has discovered the truth.

"Of course, do you want to try this pudding? There's a lot of extra caramel in it." Les really didn't want to dwell on this topic, so he tried his best to change the topic.

"Then you swear on your last name!" Daphne used her trump card.

"Okay, I swear on the name Lint that I, Les Lint, have no intention of intervening just now."

Daphne frowned.

He actually dares to swear by his family? Could he be telling the truth?

"You swear on the honor of Slytherin again, and I will believe you." Daphne suddenly remembered that Les often claimed to be the heir of Slytherin, so she added.

"Eh? I think I saw vanilla ice cream. I'm going to get some." As if he didn't hear her words, Les got up from the table and ran to other places to get ice cream.

Daphne: "Hey, you-"

In the same castle, more than one man was being "tortured", and Dumbledore, the current principal of Hogwarts, was also blocked by Professor McGonagall.

"Dumbledore, I think we need to talk."

"Oh? Of course, I'll ask the kitchen to send some cakes up." Dumbledore winked and said that Professor McGonagall could go back to the principal's office with him to discuss in detail.

Professor McGonagall took two deep breaths to calm down and gave up the idea of ​​confronting Dumbledore in front of several other professors. She felt that questioning the principal's decision in person would damage Dumbledore's prestige, so it was better to find a place where no one was around to talk slowly.

The two arrived at the principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle one after another.

After entering the office, Dumbledore moved a cushioned armchair for Professor McGonagall, and summoned a large silver plate with a stack of small cakes and a pot of honey pumpkin juice.

"Please take a seat." Dumbledore poured a glass of pumpkin juice for Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall sat on the stool and summoned up the courage to speak: "Albus, I don't think it is a good idea to hide the Sorcerer's Stone in the school."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with admiration, and then he asked her why.

Professor McGonagall told him her speculation.

"It's too dangerous. There are at least two groups of people with malicious intentions lurking in the castle. This is unfair to the students. It's too dangerous!" Professor McGonagall looked extremely serious. "Today's giant monster, if it happens to any student, If we hit it, the consequences would be disastrous.”

"Unless you carry the Philosopher's Stone with you personally, Hogwarts is not as professional as Gringotts in the safekeeping of valuables." Professor McGonagall finished her thoughts.

Professor McGonagall did not blindly follow him, but had his own ideas. This made Dumbledore extremely satisfied, but he still had to stick to his own approach.

"Believe me, Minerva, I naturally have my own reasons for doing this." Dumbledore responded calmly.

That was Dumbledore. If anyone else had dared to reply to him with such an answer, Professor McGonagall would have scolded him until he lost his mind.

"I need an explanation."

"This has something to do with Voldemort."

Minerva McGonagall was silent.

After a long time, she picked up the pumpkin juice and took a sip, suppressing her inner surprise with the sweet pumpkin juice.

"Do you think..." She asked immediately after her emotions calmed down a little.

"He was never dead, Minerva. There is no point in deceiving yourself." Dumbledore took the silver pot and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. He discussed it as if he were discussing a trivial matter in life with a close friend. The whereabouts of the Dark Lord.

This time, Minerva McGonagall remained silent for longer, and finally, a smile that was uglier than crying appeared on her face.

"You're right." She accepted this cruel reality calmly. There is no point in lying to yourself. Wizards who have experienced that dark moment all understand that the mysterious man only temporarily lost power, and sooner or later, the terrible devil will make a comeback.

Fortunately, they still had Dumbledore. The old man led them to defeat Grindelwald and survive the Dark Lord's most rampant days. Even if the mysterious man comes back, he will definitely be able to lead the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic to defeat him again.

"So the Philosopher's Stone was the bait to catch him?"

Dumbledore nodded.

Professor McGonagall felt relieved.

If it was to deal with a mysterious man, she was willing to unconditionally believe in Professor Dumbledore's arrangements.

After Minerva left, Dumbledore enjoyed the rest of the cake alone. He was hiding something from Minerva. The bait on the hook was actually not only the Philosopher's Stone, but also Harry Potter, who entered school this year and reappeared in the wizarding world's sight. Otherwise, why didn't he borrow the Philosopher's Stone from his good friend Nico Flamel this year, sooner rather than later?

But the problem is not big, everything is under control, and Dumbledore can even use the existence of the Sorcerer's Stone to conduct an interesting and harmless little trial.

But there are variables. Who is the person who killed the troll? Dumbledore fell into thinking. Minerva said that it was an external force that coveted the Philosopher's Stone. Although this was certainly possible, he was more likely to think that it was a bold little wizard who did it.

What a courageous little guy! Dumbledore secretly praised the child.

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