Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

"Ron, Ron, get up quickly."

This person, whose eyes were so tired they could barely keep them open, struggled to move their clumsy limbs.

"Harry, what's happened now?"

There's something you absolutely must see.

As he spoke, Harry took out the dagger he had received earlier.

"What's wrong? Didn't we already see it a couple of days ago?"

"Or do you know who gave it to you?"

Harry shook his head excitedly: "No, I've found out how to use this dagger."

"Look at this jewel-like button above. Press it, and you can..."

As Harry spoke, he pressed the dagger against the stone steps of the window above the bed.

When he pressed the gem, Harry swiped it effortlessly.

Ron saw that a layer of stone had been shaved off the head of his bed.

It's as simple as blowing a breath.

Ron, who was still dreaming, rubbed his eyes hard.

Only then did I realize that I hadn't seen wrong or was dreaming, and I instantly felt more alert.

"Oh, Harry, stay away from me, stay away from me, don't put the dagger next to me."

Harry Potter said with a smile:

“It’s alright, Ron. As long as you don’t touch this button, it’s just an ordinary dagger.”

With that, Harry placed the dagger on the ground.

Ron got out of bed and followed Harry's instructions.

Ron was completely convinced when he saw the dagger smoothly pierce the ground and leave a dent after it was pulled out.

"So this is actually a magic dagger?"

"But I've never heard of such a dagger."

Harry and Ron stared at each other wide-eyed.

In the end, Ron yawned, and sleepiness finally won out over curiosity.

For boys of this age, sleeping is the top priority.

"Never mind, Harry, it's a gift for you anyway, just put it away."

"Also, keep this dagger away from me, I'm going back to sleep."

"Hermione will be back tomorrow. We should think carefully about what to say. There is no name Nicholas in the entire forbidden library."

"I'm so sleepy, time for bed."

After saying the last word, Harry saw that Ron had fallen asleep in bed again.

Harry had no choice but to pick up the blanket from the floor and cover the person with it.

For three consecutive days, the forbidden library, which was not very large to begin with, was only occupied by the three of them by its name.

I've looked through everything and haven't found anything that's related.

The dagger appeared on Harry's bed the day after Christmas.

It was also unsigned.

"I was the one looking for information about Nicholas Flamel, so why do I end up having to give Hermione an explanation?"

Harry shook his head, seemingly confused, and lay down on his bed.

As for the dagger, which had just been discovered to have a new use, Harry carefully kept it close to his body.

The college auditorium.

Not many students are still able to get up early to study in the auditorium during the holidays.

When the door was pushed open, everyone instinctively looked over.

That one look turned the previously quiet study session into a lively one.

Carrying a book that was more than half a meter long and extremely heavy, Hermione walked at a very fast pace, not slow at all.

Then, this person walked up to Harry and Ron with an imposing air.

Bang!
The books are placed on the table.

The loud noise startled the two already timid people.

Of course, what's also frightening is Hermione's current attitude.

Ron stammered, "Oh, Hermione, let us explain. We really did go looking, but really looking..."

Hermione raised her hand: "Stop, I told you to come to the wrong place."

"I had already thought of it when I got on the train."

"Oh, how could I be so stupid!"

"The reason the library doesn't have that name is because someone has already checked the book out."

Hermione sat opposite the two of them.

"Okay, it's actually me."

"Before Christmas, I borrowed this book to read during my break and to pass the time."

"Unexpectedly, the information we were looking for was actually in this book."

Harry and Ron looked at the enormous book in front of Hermione, which appeared to contain millions of words, and really wanted to say something.

Would anyone actually read this kind of book?
Because this book, when unfolded, could be used as a bed.

It was at this moment that Hermione opened the huge book in front of her and began to search through it page by page.

Ron looked at the densely packed words on the pages, as numerous as ants, and said:

"Is this really something that can relieve boredom?"

"Isn't it hypnosis?"

Harry, thinking about what happened this morning, couldn't help but remind him:
“Ron, believe me, you don’t need hypnosis, you can get a good night’s sleep.”

"And it's not just at night, it's during the day too."

Ron was about to retort when he felt a sharp gaze directed at him and Harry.

Upon seeing this, both of them shut their mouths.

He focused intently on Hermione in front of him.

After a while, the sound of pages rustling through the pages continued.

"That's right, this is it, this page!"

Hermione said excitedly, turning the book around.

Pointing to an illustration on the page and the text below it.

"Look here, there's an introduction: Nicolas Flamel was a 14th-century French alchemist and the only known creator of the Philosopher's Stone in the world."

"The one in this picture should be the magic stone."

Harry and Ron nodded as they looked at the irregular red gem in the illustration.

Hermione continued:
"Because he is one of the few great beings in the magical world who possesses advanced alchemy, potion knowledge, and magical abilities all in one."

Harry and Ron looked down at the text description above.

Then the two looked up, bewildered:
"Uh, what?"

What's wrong with this stone?

"What else is considered advanced? Alchemy?"

They both recognize each character individually, but they can't put them together correctly.

And what the hell is the 14th century?

At this moment, their bewildered eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge.

Hearing this, Hermione parted her hair with her hand, looked up, and saw a pair of large eyes staring at the two of them.

"Don't either of you read books?"

Hermione took a deep breath, looking at the still silent person opposite her.

Finally, forcing a smile, he patiently said:
"Okay, if possible, I hope you can read books in your spare time."

Harry and Ron both nodded vigorously.

Hermione then continued:

"It says here, the Philosopher's Stone. It is a legendary item with extraordinary magic. It can turn stones into gold and can also make elixirs of immortality, granting people eternal life."

Ron: "Immortality?"

Harry covered Ron's mouth: "Hermione, continue." "The book also says that the only existing Philosopher's Stone belongs to Nicolas Flamel, and that the famous alchemist celebrated his 665th birthday last year."

The moment that number was announced, there was a commotion.

Hermione then saw Harry and Ron fall under the table.

After the two steadied themselves and stood up, Harry said with difficulty:

"It's alright, Hermione, you can continue."

Hermione leaned closer and whispered:
"What I'm trying to say is that the magic stone that the furball is guarding on the third floor, behind the wooden door, should be this magic stone!"

"The only thing related to this person that could make Dean Dumbledore take notice is the Philosopher's Stone!"

Ron and Harry both pursed their lips.

Ron thought for a moment and said, "So, what should we do next?"

Harry shook his head: "Don't look at me, I don't know either. Should we tell Headmaster Dumbledore, or the professors?"

Hermione disagreed: "No, Hagrid doesn't believe us, and the other professors certainly won't."

"I think we should go find Hagrid next."

Ron asked in confusion, "Didn't you say Hagrid didn't trust us?"

Why bother going to see him again?

Hermione closed the book, lowered her head, and said, "Professor Snape clearly didn't succeed when the trolls appeared last time."

"So the furball is still useful. If he still wants to steal the magic stone, he will definitely find a way."

“And Furball is Hagrid’s pet, so he must know Furball.”

Ron then asked, "When are we going?"

Harry stood up: "Now!"

The three of them quickly walked out of the auditorium.

A student not far from them looked up, his head full of question marks.

"No, the three of them are plotting this openly and honestly?"

"Or are all the people at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry idiots?"

The one who asked the question was Chen Zilong.

Not far from him, Rosie, a Black beauty and member of the Nan Yan Zhou team, turned around and said with a smile:

"They could give up a Philosopher's Stone, a treasure in the magical world that grants immortality."

"What else could this be but a play?"

"Our captain said that the setting of Harry Potter 1 was a scheme devised by Dean Dumbledore and his good friend Nicholas, with the aim of severely damaging Voldemort."

“You should know that Nicholas’s lover died when she was 658 years old. I think he had long ago had the idea of ​​destroying the Philosopher’s Stone and actively seeking death, which is why he came to Dumbledore.”

"Yes, but using a magic stone as bait is really extravagant!"

The speaker was from another corner, a member of the Arctic Ocean team, Hoffer, who was enhanced by the Rumble-Rumble Fruit.

Yes, the entire auditorium during morning self-study was filled with exchange students.

To their ears, the secret conversation between the three was no less than a public speech.

Chen Zilong looked curiously at the people in the other teams.

His fingers tapped on the table.

"Hey, everyone."

Look at you all, all looking regretful but not ready to make a move.

I'm really curious, so what exactly are the attributes of the Philosopher's Stone according to the main god's description?

"You all probably already know, right?"

What Chen Zilong said is a point that is generally accepted within the Zhongzhou team.

After all, the three teams arrived so far ahead of schedule, they couldn't just sit there doing nothing.

After entering the vault, it was confirmed that these teams had all come into contact with the Philosopher's Stone but had not taken any action.

However, even though it's certain, some testing is still necessary.

Unfortunately, Chen Zilong's question was ignored.

How could the members of these main god squads possibly give an answer?

All the exchange students in the auditorium dispersed.

The last remaining Black-mixed-race player, Ross, laughed and said, "Let's go, this guy from the Central State team, the next game is about to start."

"I don't know why, but it gave me the feeling of watching a play."

As she spoke, Rose put on the black cloak that was at hand.

"So, the Philosopher's Stone is fake? Or a defective one, right?"

Luo Si paused for a moment before continuing forward.

Chen Zilong laughed instead.

Because he didn't say that last sentence aloud, but rather the sound of it was transmitted directly into Luo Si's ears.

This conjecture is the only result after eliminating all incorrect answers.

In Chu Xuan's words, it might be a real magic stone, but it's definitely problematic—incomplete, half-finished, or perhaps even a "poison" with exaggerated side effects.

Only in this way can these squads be kept so well-behaved.

Otherwise, the situation wouldn't be like this now.

Moreover, the book Hermione was holding had appeared in the story.

Before they even entered the academy, they must have been acquired by these teams through various methods.

This was a conclusion Chu Xuan reached after entering the academy.
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The trio of main characters, who had walked out of the auditorium full of excitement, wisely returned to their dormitory halfway there.

The reason is simple: after they came out, they encountered Professor Snape, whom they had just mentioned.

The Christmas snow has continued to fall until today, which has given the entire college a new look.

Covered in white snow, it was dressed in new clothes.

The three people who came out wearing cloaks were already anxious, so they walked quickly.

But what the three of them didn't expect was that someone else was even faster than them.

A black figure quickly walked to a carriage near the flower bed.

It turned out to be Professor Snape, whom they had just been talking about.

Without a word, the professor drew his wand and shouted, "Fluorescence!"

The next moment, a beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand, entered the carriage, and then suddenly lit up.

The brightness is comparable to throwing a flashbang.

Immediately afterwards, screams from a man and a woman inside the carriage rang out.

The car door was pushed open.

Two disheveled senior students jumped off the Christmas-decorated carriage.

She covered her face and ran outside.

Even so, the imposing professor saw everything clearly and shouted:

"Focht, Hufflepuff, deduct 10 points!"

"Stebins, Ravenclaw, deduct ten points!"

Upon hearing this, the two older students ran even faster.

He rushed straight through the middle of Harry and his two companions towards the dormitory.

This series of changes left the three, who had been full of enthusiasm, frozen in place.

Hermione even shook off Law's hand that was gripping her arm.

Harry: "So, what happened?"

Ron: "Harry, why did I see that senior's face covered in lipstick marks?"

Harry countered, "Um, what's Hermione's lipstick?"

Ron looked at Harry with disdain.

Hermione looked at Ron with disdain.

That's not all.

Professor Snape's eyes swept over the three of them, and with a final turn, another beam of white light shot out from his wand.

Two figures with cloaks covering their heads also ran out from the dead end of the castle.

Harry and his two companions didn't even see who the two people who went out were. (End of Chapter)