Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 92 Bravely Fighting Against You

"What do you need him for?"

Professor McGonagall stared intently at the four of them with a suspicious look in her eyes.

"It's a secret; we'll only tell you when we see the principal."

Professor McGonagall was enraged by Hermione's words. Her eyes blazed with anger as she coldly replied, "Then... your secret will have to stay buried. Fifteen minutes ago, the Master received an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic. After reading it, he immediately dropped everything and flew to London."

"The principal left? At this critical juncture?"

Harry said in disbelief.

"Sir is extremely busy, and his time is exceptionally precious. Do you really think he should turn down his work at the Ministry of Magic, sit in his office, and listen to first-year wizards talk about trivial things like what to have for dinner, which question on their test they got wrong, and where to go for summer vacation?"

"Professor, secrets are not trivial matters."

Professor McGonagall had an extremely strong presence, a stern expression, and burning anger in her eyes. Hermione was so frightened that she started to stutter.

Robin stepped forward and pulled Hermione behind him. "Professor McGonagall, what we want to report to the Headmaster is that Voldemort has infiltrated Hogwarts and ordered his followers to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

wow~

The books in Minerva McGonagall's arms all fell to the floor with a clatter. Instead of bending down to pick them up, she stared intently at Robin's face with a look of astonishment, suspicion, and rage.

"Lesterrange, how dare you tell such a blatant lie? Don't think that just because the exams are over, you won't lose points or be put in solitary confinement anymore. You all, get back to the lounge right now, or you'll each lose fifty points."

Robin: ⊙﹏⊙, fifty points per person, two hundred for four people. If this continues, Gryffindor's house points will probably become negative.

"But Professor."

"I don't know where you got this information, but rest assured, 'that person' cannot infiltrate Hogwarts, and the Philosopher's Stone is protected by multiple layers of security. No one can steal it from the school."

Professor McGonagall finished speaking impatiently, bent down to pick up the book from the ground, and then walked away in her high heels.

"I bet that the letter from the Ministry of Magic, like the troll incident last year, is a diversionary tactic to lure Headmaster Dumbledore out of Hogwarts. This means that Quirrell and his master will take action in the next couple of days."

Harry boldly speculated.

"But the headmaster isn't here, and Professor McGonagall doesn't believe us. Who can we ask for help?" Ron asked, frowning.

"It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Let's go to the fourth floor and try to get under the living plank before Quirrell does."

Luo Bin's words were like a thunderclap in a clear sky, stunning the three of them and causing their brains to freeze for more than ten seconds.

"Robin, your idea is too terrible. If we really go to that room on the fourth floor, we might be killed by the traps under the living planks. Even if we are lucky enough to get the Philosopher's Stone, in the eyes of outsiders, we are not heroes who protect the Philosopher's Stone, but thieves who steal rare treasures and crave immortality. We will be expelled from Hogwarts, and we might even be imprisoned in Azkaban by the Aurors."

Ron retorted sharply.

Robin wasn't angry when he heard this. He knew that for Ron, who didn't know how the plot would unfold, every adventure was a gamble with his entire life.

"Ron, I admit you've said a lot, but let's analyze it from another angle. If Quirrell got his hands on the Philosopher's Stone and used it to create something that grants immortality, how many people would become Death Eaters and commit bloody attacks just to experience what that thing is like? When the sky turns gray, what kind of persecution will those who refuse to side with the Dark Lord suffer?"

Seeing Ron's pale face, Robin raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously, then said in a roundabout way, "Ron, what you just mentioned—a horrible death, expulsion, imprisonment in Azkaban—is the worst outcome if we go to the fourth floor. Similarly, what I'm talking about is the worst outcome if we don't go to the fourth floor. But even Voldemort at his peak couldn't achieve his goal of 'immortality, the strongest wizard, and the entire world submitting to him,' let alone now. So, the worst outcome is not necessarily the final outcome."

Ron lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought upon hearing this. At this moment, Harry spoke up: "I agree to go and try to go under the living planks on the fourth floor. Unlike you, if I choose not to go, I'll only die a little later. After all, the first person Voldemort wants to get rid of after his comeback is me. Don't forget, he killed my parents."

"Robin, Harry, you two are right."

Hermione's eyes welled up slightly.

"Okay, then everyone go to bed at 11 p.m. tonight. We'll meet in the lounge, then put on our invisibility cloaks and go down to the fourth floor."

"But... can the invisibility cloak cover four people?"

"Four?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"What, you guys want to ditch me and go off on your own?"

"Of course not!"

Harry happily went to hug Ron, but Ron pushed him away, saying he was too hot.

Tap tap! Tap tap!

Judging from the frequency of her footsteps, Professor McGonagall had returned to the foyer.

"Let's leave here first, go back and gather some tools that might be useful, and meet in the lounge tonight."

Robin suggested.

"good!"

The footsteps grew louder and louder. After exchanging a glance, the four of them quickly ran out into the hall.

At 11 p.m., the four of them sneaked into the Gryffindor common room.

"Harry, let's put on the cloaks here and see if they can cover all four of us. If Filch sees a hand waving in the air, he'll..."

"What trouble are you trying to cause now?"

A mournful voice drifting from the corner interrupted Hermione's words. The group turned to look at the corner and saw Neville standing behind a single armchair, his hair covered in dust and cobwebs, his lips pouting.

"It's nothing, I just came out for some fresh air. Neville, it's getting late, you should go back to your room and go to sleep."

Robin stepped forward, blocking Harry's attempt to hide something.

"You're planning to go out? Doing so will cause Gryffindor to lose points."

Suddenly, a light, croaking afterimage flashed past Neville's face. For the first time ever, he didn't chase after the "freedom-loving" toad Raef, but instead continued to stare intently at the four with a mournful, scrutinizing, and angry gaze.

"Navie, you don't understand, we have to do this."

Harry said anxiously.

"For Gryffindor, and to stop you from causing trouble, I challenge you to a duel."

Neville ran quickly to the entrance of the portrait hole, spread his arms wide, and blocked the entrance.

"Navie, you stubborn idiot, get out of there."

Ron said angrily.

"Ron, you're the idiot. I think you guys can't cause any more trouble. I remember you encouraged me to bravely fight against evil and injustice, so I'm going to bravely stand up to you."

(End of this chapter)