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Chapter 55 Let’s Do It

Good sleep can be transferred to each other. Just when Andrew fell asleep happily, Professor McGonagall, who was preparing to sort out the documents before going to bed so that they could be dealt with according to their urgency the next day, couldn't sleep.

When she habitually opened the document and prepared to read the last sentence to decide the level of processing, only three lines of text caught her eye, and then she was stunned.

She knew every word, but why did they sound so strange when added together?
As the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts for a long time, Professor McGonagall has plans for all emergencies - she can even handle a difficult headmaster like Dumbledore well, so what else could be difficult?
Hi, I have...

The letter told her so.

She personally designed the protective mechanism of the Philosopher's Stone, and she also knew that Dumbledore had recently obtained a magical mirror and planned to use it to store the Philosopher's Stone.

But this kind of thing...

Confirmed the content again, and was shocked again.

So, in less than ten minutes, Dumbledore, still sleepy in his pajamas, was caught.

"Did anything happen to the students?"

Dumbledore immediately asked the first question with concern.

"As usual, I worked hard to deduct points from my own school at night."

"Oh," Dumbledore's tense expression suddenly relaxed, "So, what else is there that requires waking up a poor old man in the middle of the night?"

The letter was delivered very quickly. Dumbledore glanced at it casually, and then his face was full of shock.

"Where did this letter come from, Minerva?"

"It was mixed in with the teacher's mail. I thought it was mixed up by some naughty kid in the office when copying, but now it seems that it was sent through the school owl through the school's internal communication."

"Go find the messenger, Minerva."

"Phineas, please inform Severus. I need his help."

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"The back of the head?"

Looking at the words on the letter, Snape, who was hurriedly called over, curled the corners of his mouth, "What a good place - we have been looking for him for so long because we were worried that after we caught Quirrell, he would run away, but in the end... he hid in that conspicuous place?"

"It's possible, but I'm not sure."

"Not sure? He even mentioned the mirror, the trap that was not perfected!"

"That's because it's not perfect," Dumbledore said calmly. "Some of the information they have is obviously not that accurate. Besides, I'm not sure if he will escape again. The Mirror of Erised is the cage that can keep him stably."

"No, you, me, McGonagall, and Flitwick, the four of us can work together."

"Minerva can't. She can't appear on the battlefield of direct confrontation. She is hoping that if we can't win anyway."

"Well, I hope," Snape showed a hint of sarcasm on his face, but quickly put it away, "The three of us can do it."

"Neither can you. You are the last guarantee."

"This won't work, and that won't work either... Should I just wait for it to die on its own?"

"You panic, Severus - you should know that we need to make precise plans, not reckless risks."

"Are you going to do nothing? Then what is the meaning of this letter and this information?"

"It's of great significance. It can tell us the reason for the previous contradictions, as well as an unknown ally who can help us."

"An ally who is disappointed in you, and someone who might slip away."

Snape finally calmed down at this moment. "The possibility of the trap catching him is just our guess, but what about the probability that he sensed something was wrong and ran away? Especially - how did our unknown ally observe it?"

"That's a question Minerva is investigating."

The conversation paused for a while - but Professor McGonagall's investigation soon yielded results. There was only a portrait of the man described by the owl, and as far as she knew, there was no student like that at Hogwarts.

"Okay, thank you, Minerva, go to bed. It looks like the other party is unwilling to expose himself."

After persuading Professor McGonagall to leave, Dumbledore sat back at the table and began to study the letter carefully.

"We can't delay any longer. No matter what observation method he uses, it will leave traces. Once discovered, everything will be in vain."

"You go back and rest, Severus. I'm afraid I'll have to find some friends."

"No," Dumbledore suddenly changed his mind, "You guard the Gryffindor common room and just deduct points - don't let anyone slip out."

The Gryffindor students were betrayed by their own graduates.

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Mad-Eye, who should have been fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes - he swore that he had just heard a slight noise, but the device that was supposed to provide an early warning did not work at all.

He calmly picked up the wand, then rolled violently, pointing the wand directly at the window that was most vulnerable to invasion - if the opponent really intended to do this, he would not hesitate to reward the opponent with a ruthless blow.

But what was heard was the doorbell.

That sharp voice seemed to be the best mockery of his current state of alert.

"Who?"

He shouted, and immediately changed his position.

"Your friend Albus, my man."

A voice that absolutely shouldn't be heard in the middle of the night was heard, and even the knowledgeable Moody was stunned - it was this voice, this tone, no doubt about it.

With a flick of his wand, he shifted his position and pointed his wand firmly at the door.

"Ah, the door is open. I'm going to assume that this is your invitation to come in."

Dumbledore's cheerful voice sounded - this confirmed to Mad-Eye that only Dumbledore would say such vulgar words.

"Let's check the time, Albus..."

He tapped the floor with his wooden leg to express his displeasure.

"The time now is—oh, my goodness, two o'clock in the morning!"

"What's so important that needs to be done at this time? Is there a riot in Azkaban? But it should be Fudge standing in front of me like that."

He said teasingly - for an Auror who was still relatively alert, it was not easy for him to sleep peacefully.

"Go help me catch someone, Alastor."

"I?"

Moody stared at the other person with his intact eye. The magic eye rolled around, but soon turned into an ugly smile. "Well, you did find a professional - where did the case happen? What was stolen? I will send him to Hogwarts within a week."

Moody swore that this was the happiest thing since his retirement. Even Dumbledore came to him to arrest someone - although he had long been tired of these glories, the other party was Dumbledore.

"Now, go to Hogwarts - if possible, I hope you can call a few more helpers, the retired kind."

"You are joking."

Moody's magic eye stopped moving. He stared into Dumbledore's eyes. When he found that the other party did not look joking, the wound on his face twisted as if it had just been stitched.

"That's great."

(End of this chapter)