The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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　　 "I haven't completely figured out how many magical organs Quirrell has inquired about, but he is certainly not as cringing as he seems on the surface."

　　 In the principal's office, Snape was reporting the latest information to Dumbledore.

"I suspect that the magic mechanism you let us set up is not useful at all." Snape looked at Dumbledore sitting at the desk with his hands crossed thinking about the problem, and said blankly: "If Quirrell really is The dark wizard who broke into Gringotts."

　　 "I never expected those magical institutions to stop the peepers." Dumbledore said calmly, "But it is undeniable that those magical institutions are still working well until now, do you think Severus?"

"There is another thing. Harry Potter is investigating the thing you hid on the fourth floor, and you should already know a lot of things." When Snape mentioned Potter, his face showed involuntarily. With an expression of disgust, "He likes his father, like his father, likes to be limelight, cause trouble, violate discipline, and be rude."

　　 "Other teachers said that the boy was humble, easy-going, and talented." Dumbledore said peacefully.

"He might be involved in this matter." Snape's tone suddenly stopped and said firmly: "No, it should be said that he is self-righteous, he will definitely be involved in this matter, do you already know something? Who? Instructing Quirrell to run to the school to steal things behind his back? From what I know of Quirrell, he doesn't seem like a person who has the courage to break into Gringotts and steal."

　　 "There are already some guesses." Dumbledore's gaze moved to the table beside the exquisite silverware suddenly with white smoke.

"Who?"

　　 When Snape asked about this, he couldn't help but reach out and grab his arm: "It's him! It's impossible! Isn't he dead? And the Dark Mark has not changed."

　　 "You should know that Voldemort is not dead yet."

　　 When Dumbledore mentioned Voldemort, the muscles on Snape's face twitched slightly.

　　 "Okay, I will trouble you to worry about Quirrell's affairs." Dumbledore took the initiative to end the conversation.

　　After Snape left the principal's room, he couldn't help but squinted his eyes and looked at the delicate silverware that was smoking white smoke on the table.

"a?"

　　……

　　 In the room, Albert sits on a chair, flipping through his notebook boredly with the help of the burning torch in front of him, and there is a blood-red stone at his feet.

　　If Quirrell was here at the moment, he would definitely recognize that this was the legendary Philosopher's Stone. The precious Philosopher's Stone was just thrown on the ground by Albert like garbage.

　　 After knowing this, Kiro would really vomit blood!

　　 But then again, is this thing really a magic stone?

　　 Albert actually couldn't judge, but he tried to turn other objects into "gold", but all failed.

　　Perhaps, as Albert initially guessed, this is just a stone that resembles a Philosopher’s Stone, otherwise how could it be put here as a bait?

　　 What if it is stolen?

　　 Regardless of whether the Philosopher’s Stone is real or not, it doesn’t matter to Albert. He came here to take risks and break into the magic organs arranged by the professors, in fact, only to complete the mission of the "Game of Braves".

　　 As for the Philosopher’s Stone?

　　 Even if it is true, he can't take it away.

　　 There really is a task for him to steal the Philosopher’s Stone, and Albert will not give up a forest because of a tree.

　　 Okay, in fact, the benefits of betrayal are not big enough.

　　 An unfamiliar footstep came from the corridor outside. Albert turned his head and smiled and said hello to the visitor: "Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore."

　　 "Good evening, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore greeted Albert with a smile. "What are you doing here?"

　　 "Isn't this obvious? A great adventure." Albert bent down, and under Dumbledore's gaze, picked up the Philosopher's Stone on the ground, "However, the prize for the clearance was a bit unexpected."

　　 "I went to the Eris Mirror and took a look in the mirror, and found that in the mirror, I actually took this thing out of my pocket. Your magic mechanism makes me feel incredible."

　　 As he said, Albert stretched his hand holding the Philosopher's Stone toward Dumbledore and placed the Philosopher's Stone on the headmaster's hand.

　　The latter looked at the magic stone in his hand, then looked up at Albert, smiled and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Feel? The magic mechanism is quite interesting, but it's a bit simple." Albert grinned and said, "However, my favorite is Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard. This kind of large wizard chess is really good. It’s very interesting. It’s a pretty powerful transforming magic. The most annoying thing is Professor Quirrell’s troll level. To be honest, I think the taste is really disgusting and it’s not hygienic."

　　 "Actually, I don't really like dealing with trolls, they always make themselves stinky." Dumbledore blinked at Albert.

　　 "It's not safe here." Albert saw Dumbledore walking towards the magic mirror and raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to keep the Philosopher's Stone here?"

　　 "Just keep it here, generally the greedy people who want to get the magic stone can't take out the magic stone from the magic mirror of Eris"

　　 Dumbledore raised his wand and cast a complex magic that Albert couldn't understand, and the magic stone was hidden in the mirror again.

　　 "Sir, is this really Mr. Nicol's Philosopher's Stone?" Albert asked suddenly.

　　 "Why do you ask?"

　　 "I heard that the Sorcerer's Stone can turn anything into'gold'."

　　 "Have you tried it?" Dumbledore asked.

　　 "Yes, it is the legendary Philosopher's Stone after all." Albert admitted simply. "However, it failed."

　　 "The Sorcerer's Stone can't make gold." Dumbledore patted Albert on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, your partner is still waiting for you, don't worry them."

　　 No extra points, no deductions, everything seems like nothing happened. Dumbledore was gentle like a grandpa facing his naughty grandson.

　　 Dumbledore didn't need to drink the antidote. He just waved his magic wand and easily separated the flames and let them pass smoothly.

　　 "Sir, is this fierce?" Albert asked, looking back at the black flame.

"No, you should have read Li Huo's information. You should understand that that kind of flame is difficult to control. Once out of control, it is a disaster." Dumbledore looked back at Albert and reminded: "In the history of magic, there are When many wizards tried Lihuo curse, they were tested and charged to death by Lihuo."

"As far as I know, Professor Snape is very good at dark magic, at least better than Professor Quirrell~www.mtl.com~ Albert said in a weird tone: "He should be able to curse and be perfect. control! "

　　 Dumbledore said again: "This is not fierce, and I will not allow anyone to use that dangerous magic in school."

　　 "The two bottles of so-called antidote are actually the same medicine, right?" Albert said suddenly.

"why would you say so."

　　 "Intuition told me that the two bottles should be the same." Albert said to himself, "That's just the answer written on parchment, and the answer may not be all true."

　　 Albert suddenly felt that Quirrell was pitiful, and he was making money by playing like this.

　　 Dumbledore just smiled without answering.

　　 A few people came to the exit, Fred, George and Lee Jordan are already here.

　　 "Gentlemen, please don't keep things secret tonight." Dumbledore looked around the four people present and said, "Don't talk about it outside."

　　 "Of course." The four said in unison.

　　 "You must swear not to tell anyone, and you will not deliberately disclose it to anyone." Dumbledore said solemnly, looking at them.

　　 "We will not tell anyone, nor will we deliberately disclose it to anyone."

　　 After swearing, Albert glanced at his panel, and it seemed that a new task had been triggered. He opened the panel task when everyone was not paying attention, and was stunned.

　　The new mission is: The leaker?