Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 227 The Cunning Dumbledore

school clinic.

After ordering the basilisk to go back to sleep, Kyle arrived here as fast as he could.

Harry was sleeping peacefully in one of the hospital beds, with Dumbledore talking to Madam Pomfrey beside him.

Madam Pomfrey looked displeased.

"Last year he was a dark wizard, this year he was a Death Eater, so what will be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year... a mysterious person?"

Madam Pomfrey gave Dumbledore a squinting look, "If that's the case, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

Dumbledore just smiled, without rebuttal or excuse.

Whether Oren or Quirrell was found by him, he really has a lot of responsibility, and this pot cannot be shaken off.

Fortunately, at this time, Kyle came in.

"Oh, just in time for you, Kyle, we were just talking about you..."

Dumbledore quickly ended his conversation with Madam Pomfrey and walked towards Kyle, but a second later, he was pushed aside by Madam Pomfrey.

"You should come to the school hospital immediately!" Madam Pomfrey looked at Kyle angrily.

At this point she looked more like a villain than Voldemort.

Kyle glanced at Dumbledore for help, asking him to help him out.

But their Mr. Principal suddenly became interested in the potion bottle next to him at this moment. He lowered his head and kept looking at it, not looking at it at all.

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey didn't say anything more.

"Okay, stand still!" She took out her wand and shook it twice in front of Kyle.

The tip of the wand sprinkled a soft white light, and finally formed something like a cloud of mist to envelop Kyle.

Madam Pomfrey stared at those "clouds" for a long time before she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very well, no sign of dark magic."

"You should really be thankful..." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, "When that Harry Potter was delivered, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence."

She pulled out a bottle of potions, and herded Kyle to the hospital bed.

"Well... Bobby, can I have a word with him?" Dumbledore whispered, "Just a few words, it won't take too much time."

"Even if you say so, Headmaster." Madam Pomfrey frowned, "But the kid just went through the fire...he needs to rest now."

Dumbledore nodded without insisting.

After drinking the potion, Kyle only felt that his brain was drowsy, and soon fell asleep.

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When he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Kyle was woken up.

He heard Madam Pomfrey growling angrily, as if to drive Fred and George away?
"Good morning, Kyle."

Kyle opened his eyes and saw Dumbledore smiling beside the hospital bed.

He always felt that this scene looked familiar.

Oh yeah, it was the same last year...and around the same time.

"Good morning, Professor." Kyle sat up and asked, "How is Potter?"

"I'm glad you can ask that." Dumbledore said, "He's fine, and he'll probably wake up around noon... Would you like something to eat? There's fried pork chops in the kitchen this morning."

"No, I have no appetite." Kyle shook his head.

"That's such a shame, today's tonkatsu tastes really good."

Kyle thought Dumbledore would ask him why he was going to the restricted area, but no, after a brief chat, Dumbledore just said calmly: "By the way, remember to return Lu Wei to Hagrid later, He was in a hurry last night.

That's weird... why I thought Quirrell hid it yesterday.

It wasn't until an hour later that I realized he didn't even have to do it if he was just trying to get through the trapdoor.And it is not easy to hide such a big three-headed dog. "

"Unless there is some kind of magical prop... such as a box, or a bag."

"Uh..." Kyle was a little embarrassed.

In fact, the Felicia he drank only lasted for about an hour.

"Sorry, Professor."

"It's okay, Kyle, I don't mean to blame you. In fact, even if you didn't take Lu Wei away, Quirrell would have other ways to get through the trapdoor."

Kyle nodded, he had already guessed Dumbledore's purpose.

Subconsciously, Kyle glanced around.

It was just him, Dumbledore, and Harry, who was fast asleep.

But Madam Pomfrey, whom he wanted to see the most, was not here. I really miss...the way she looked yesterday when she drove away.

Kyle began to change the subject, from Quidditch to exams, to the final Academy Cup...

Dumbledore chatted with him patiently, and seemed to be enjoying it.

But what should come will come. Just when Kyle finished talking about the Academy Cup and was about to turn to the next topic, Dumbledore said first: "Speaking of the Academy Cup... I suddenly remembered, Kyle, Did you see a bright red stone yesterday?"

"So what is the relationship between the Academy Cup and the Sorcerer's Stone... This topic has changed too hard." Kyle slandered.

But in the face of Dumbledore's question, he nodded and said: "I see, Potter has been holding it, but then it fell into Fiendfire."

"Yeah, that's what Harry said." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "But what's interesting is that the Sorcerer's Stone is a very magical stone, and even Fiendfire can't burn it down.

I went back and looked at it later, and there was no trace of it... that's impossible. "

"Have you looked for it carefully?" Kyle whispered, "Maybe it went to another room..."

"I searched very carefully." Dumbledore said with a smile: "It seems that you already know that the Sorcerer's Stone is hidden there."

"Er...I heard it from Potter."

Kyle said: "During breakfast one time, he and Ron were discussing how to prevent Professor Snape from stealing the Philosopher's Stone from the restricted area."

Kyle really wasn't lying when he said that, because he had indeed heard the word "Sorcerer's Stone" from Harry and Ron more than once.

Sometimes in the auditorium, sometimes in the hallway, they "plotter loudly" without even noticing whether other people are around.

It's just that most people think they are talking nonsense and don't care at all.

"It seems that they got a lot of news from Hagrid." Dumbledore shook his head with a smile.

He looked at Kyle again, "So you don't know where the Philosopher's Stone is?"

Kyle didn't speak.

"It seems that... the Philosopher's Stone should have been taken away by that Xixiu."

"I checked the picture taken by the Mirror of Erised yesterday..." Dumbledore blinked, "Maybe I can ask Newt, he should be able to recognize the Niffler."

(End of this chapter)