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Snape arrived after hearing the explosion.

Today was another day of his patrol; he had originally intended to look for Quirrell.

He'd been keeping an eye on Quirrell ever since he saw him sneaking around the third floor on Halloween.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived here, he didn't find Quirrell, but instead heard an explosion.

So they hurried down.

He glanced around and looked at Harry.

Where is Quirrell?

Harry didn't say anything, but pointed to the pile of dust at Snape's feet.

He then noticed a set of Quirrell's clothes and a pile of dust at his feet.

"Alright, Severus. Let Harry finish what he has to say first."

Dumbledore indicated to Snape that he would ask Snape questions later, as he wanted to observe the situation first.

Harry continued speaking until he finished recounting how Voldemort's remnant soul escaped.

"Professor Dumbledore, Voldemort is not dead, he has returned."

Harry concluded.

"Yes, but that's something for us adults to worry about. You should go and rest now."

Dumbledore noticed Harry's worry and comforted him.

"Excuse me, what happened here?"

At this time, a voice sounded.

Clearly, someone has come to this secret room again.

The newcomer was none other than our long-lost protagonist, Zicomo.

After obtaining the ashes of the Tear of the Imitation in the Eternal City, he logged off.

With nothing else to do, he was planning to take Hermione out for a late-night snack.

It turned out that the location he left on Hermione indicated that she was currently in the basement.

So he followed the location and rushed over.

I didn't expect there to be so many people here.

"cousin!"

Upon seeing Zicomo, Hermione scrambled to her feet and rushed toward him.

Zicomo opened his arms and hugged the little witch.

Listen quietly as the little witch rambles on and on, telling him what happened that night.

He could hear the pride and relief of surviving a disaster in the little witch's voice.

She was proud because she had defeated Voldemort and wanted praise from Zicomo.

I'm so glad I won. I wasn't killed by Voldemort and I was able to see my cousin.

“Very good, our Hermione is wonderful.” Zicomo praised, patting Hermione’s head.

He didn't expect that these three had secretly completed the first-year dungeon behind his back.

Fortunately, he usually made sure Hermione was well-equipped, otherwise who knows what might have happened.

"This is all thanks to the items and potions you gave me."

Hermione knew that if it weren't for those things...

She was killed by Voldemort long ago.

"Yes, I heard it from Harry. It's a really amazing gadget. Could I take a look at it sometime?"

When the topic of alchemical tools came up, Dumbledore couldn't help but ask.

He was very curious about how the little wizard had done it.

The presence of signs of battle and numerous traces of magic within the room made him feel unfamiliar.

He was certain that this was magic he had never seen before.

Voldemort knew exactly what tricks he had up his sleeve.

He suspected that Zicomo might have received the inheritance of some great magician.

"Sorry, our sect's techniques are never passed on to outsiders." Zicomo ignored him.

To be precise, he didn't quite like Dumbledore, though he couldn't explain why.

Maybe it's because he knows this guy is a jerk?

Of course, he doesn't discriminate against this, but he usually keeps his distance.

"Oh? So even if Ms. Granger has to bear a large sum of money for damaging school facilities as a result?"

"Dumbledore said jokingly."

"Whatever, we're not short of money. Ron, take Harry with you, we should go back and rest."

Zicomo picked up Hermione and left.

Watching the four people leave, Dumbledore murmured to himself.

"An interesting little wizard."

Snape, who was standing nearby, overheard this and made a sarcastic remark.

"Shouldn't your attention be focused on your savior? Why are you interested in other little wizards?"

"Severus, are you concerned about him?" Although it was a question, Dumbledore's tone was very certain.

"none of your business."

Snape, unusually, swore.

"I think his assessment of you is accurate, you sweet-toothed old bee."

4.5 After saying this, he also left.

What he hated most was Dumbledore's character.

He talks incoherently, and changes the subject halfway through his sentence.

"An old bee? What a fitting name. Ah, these young people nowadays, they don't even know how to care for the elderly. They've left me here alone to repair this place."

Dumbledore's earlier mention of compensation for damaging public facilities was, of course, a joke.

After all, this is Hogwarts; there's nothing a single Restoration Charm can't fix.

If so, send more.

He had no ill intentions toward Zicomo.

It was simply out of curiosity about Zicomo.

Previously, seeing how outstanding Cuomo was, there might have been some concern that he might go astray.

But now that Snape is showing him concern, Dumbledore believes that Zicomo will definitely not follow the same path as Voldemort.

Voldemort's return, however, worried him somewhat.

But it doesn't matter, he's already started training Harry.

Chapter 51 The Fake Philosopher's Stone, the Long-Awaited System Voice

Back in the common room, Harry suddenly remembered.

He also had a magic stone in his pocket.

"I'm going to return it to Dumbledore."

He had just started to get up when Zicomo pressed him down.

"Come on, you really think this is a magic stone?"

"This is... fake?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Otherwise what? If it were true, he would have asked you for it back long ago. This thing is just an ordinary ruby, keep it, it's quite valuable."

Hermione, standing to the side, was shocked and somewhat angry.

She fought Voldemort with great difficulty and almost lost her life.

So all for this broken rock?

She finally understood why her cousin always had a disapproving look on his face whenever she mentioned Dumbledore.

This old swindler really tricked people and then made them count the money for him.

How abominable!

Zicomo found it amusing.