The King of Flags at Hogwarts

The old man chuckled and said, "Ah, music!" He took off his glasses and wiped the fog off the lenses. "A kind of magic that transcends everything we do here!"

Bobby laughed even more heartily, "Teacher, your appreciation of music is probably not much different from Lou Williams'."

"As I get older, I always like to hear something different."

Bobby muttered, "Stubborn."

The portraits of past headmasters pretend to be nonchalant, chatting amongst themselves, but all their attention is actually focused on the old man and the young man. In fact, they love watching Bobby and Dumbledore bicker.

But Dumbledore did not grant their wish. He put his glasses back on and said softly, “Child, the Ministry of Magic sent me a letter this morning. They received a report that a student at our school used an Unforgivable Charm in the castle, and they want me to attend an inquiry at the Ministry of Magic tomorrow afternoon.”

He sat back down and asked with a smile, "Bobby, what do you think?"

Bobby shrugged, giving an irrelevant answer: "Don't worry, I'll protect them."

She stood up and walked towards the door. "But could you please not have the Godfather take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class anymore? You can go teach it yourself. I finally have a few months of peace and quiet, and I don't want to become cheap child labor again!"

Dumbledore chuckled, “I’m getting old, let my old bones rest a bit. I see you’re doing quite well in your Potions class.”

Bobby was already halfway outside the door when he suddenly turned his head back and made a face.

"Teacher, the exemption from this school year's classes is payment for the two weeks I taught in your place. But if you want me to teach again, that will be at a different price."

As soon as the door closed, the portraits of the principal came to life.

"Ha, Dumbledore, your musical taste is as good as a dog's!"

“No, Phineas, I’ve seen that three-headed dog. It can still distinguish between music and noise.”

Some congratulated Dumbledore: "You've taken on a fine disciple, Albus. Are you planning to let this kid inherit the headmaster's position after you die?"

“No, Evra, the child is still young, she has her own destiny. Of course, it would be best if she could become the headmistress.”

Armando Dippet, who had been deceived by Tom Riddle, said, "Albus, you also need to be careful of her ambition. This child is more talented than Voldemort. If she were to do evil, it would be a catastrophe!"

Albus Dumbledore shook his head: "I watched this child grow up, and I know very well what kind of person she is."

He twitched his toes back, savoring the comfortable, unique socks.

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The following afternoon, Harry, Harry, and their two friends sat obediently in the History of Magic classroom.

Professor Binns, the old ghost, continued reading the text in his dry, monotonous voice.

Harry and Ron were fast asleep, one drooling and the other snoring softly.

Hermione struggled against Professor Binns's hypnotic passive aura, diligently taking notes.

Poppy would never appear in a history of magic class. She seems to have a natural aversion to ghosts; according to Nick, who is almost headless, whenever he gets close to Poppy, it's as if he's being pulled away from the world of the living and back to where he should be.

So Dumbledore forbade Bobby from entering the History of Magic classroom. Where can you find an employee like Professor Binns who works hard without pay? Labor laws only apply to living people, don't they?

Suddenly, Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

She then woke up the two guardian generals sitting on either side of her and raised her hands high.

"Professor Binns, I'm not feeling well. May I go to the infirmary?"

Professor Binns stopped reciting and glanced at Hermione: "Go, go now."

"I'm a little too tired to walk. Could Harry and Ron come with me?"

"Go, go quickly."

Dragging Harry and Ron away from the classroom, Hermione headed straight for the third floor.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron was still a little confused. He had just dreamt that he was the captain of the Quidditch team!

Harry, quicker-witted, asked, "Did someone go through the trapdoor?"

Hermione nodded.

Harry immediately said, "I think I need to go back to my dorm!"

Hermione asked urgently, "The situation is urgent, why are you going back to the dorm?"

"I'm taking the flute Hagrid gave me for Christmas. You don't want to hear me sing anymore, do you?"

“No, Harry, no!” Ron waved his hands repeatedly. “Spare me! I’d rather hear you sing than play your flute!”

They easily made their way to the end of the third-floor corridor, entered the room, and saw Lu Wei lying on the floor fast asleep.

There was a magic harp nearby, playing music on its own.

“No, Snape has already gone down!” Harry shouted.

Snape, who was in Potions class at the moment: …………

Hermione, however, had a feeling that Harry was wrong. There was only one professor who didn't have class this afternoon, and if the culprit was a professor, then it must be that person.

But that's not the key issue. The key issue is that they need to prevent the Philosopher's Stone from being stolen.

Arguing with Harry here is pointless.

The three pushed open the trapdoor, each cast a levitation spell on themselves, and jumped down.

Hermione cast a glowing spell to see what was below, but it was this light that caused the demonic net that should have bound them to shrink.

Fortunately, they floated down, so they were not likely to get hurt.

We've arrived at the "Flying Key" level.

This level was supposed to be a chance for Harry to show off his skills, but he easily solved it because he had already learned the Summoning Charm.

"The key is flying here!"

Miss Bobby Evans, under the Illusion Charm, was invisible and following behind them.

Seeing that Ha had used the Summoning Charm to clear the level, she smiled with satisfaction.

In the chess game, Ron's performance was still brilliant, but his self-sacrifice was even more admirable.

But Bobby was right there, so how could anyone have gotten hurt?

The moment Ron was pushed away by the White Queen, Bobby absorbed the impact, saving our little chess king from injury.

"Hey Harry! It doesn't hurt at all!"

The three of them have completed the challenge in less than five minutes!

Upon entering the next room, a stench assaulted us, along with a giant stick!

Mountain Giant!

However, Harry Potter, the troll killer, was not just a name without substance.

A big stick was used to stuff the front teeth!

From this day forward, the title of Troll Slayer will be even more fitting!

They opened the next door, and there was nothing strange or unusual there, just a table with seven bottles of different shapes on it.

As the three stepped across the threshold, purple flames immediately rose behind them, blocking their retreat.

At the same time, black flames erupted at the doorway leading forward, trapping them inside.

However, Poppy ignored the purple flames and followed them into the room.

That's right, there were no flames there at all; it was just an illusion!

The so-called flame-repelling potion on the table was nothing more than a soft drink that Bobby Evans had kindly provided...

The note on the table still contained that logic puzzle.

"Danger is ahead, safety is behind."

Two of us can help you.

……

Although they look different, they taste the same.

This was obviously no problem for Hermione, so the "potion to move forward" and the "potion to move backward" were quickly found.

However, the problem now is that there is clearly not enough potion, only enough for one person to go forward and one person to retreat, and at least one person must wait here.

Ron called out, "Harry, you go in! Hermione, you go back and tell the professors. You're smarter; maybe you can convince them!"

Bobby laughed happily from behind, "Ron, if you're so modest, you won't get to drink the soda."

Suddenly, a person rushed out of the front door. It was Quirrell. His disregard for the black flames startled the three young wizards.

With a flick of his wand, Quirrell conjured three ropes from the bottles and jars on the table, binding Harry and his two companions securely together.

“You’ve come at the perfect time! I was just wondering how to find the Philosopher’s Stone, and then you arrived,” he said, looking at Hermione. “I’ve always had high hopes for you, Miss Granger. You’re the smartest little witch I’ve ever met. Come in and solve this mystery for me!”

“Oh, right, and Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, I can’t let you go and give the warning.” He tapped his wand again, and the three of them floated up and flew to Quirrell’s side.

Harry had been stunned by the truth since the beginning. Hermione was right; Quirrell had done it all and had wronged Snape.

He was filled with remorse. After the start of the semester, he was plagued by nightmares and headaches. But since Quirrell took leave from school, his nightmares and headaches have disappeared. This is definitely not a coincidence!

Harry's expression was so easy to read that Quirrell chuckled. "Shocked, aren't you? Snape doesn't seem like a good person at all, like a big bat flying around everywhere. With him around, who would doubt Professor Quirrell, who is always diligent in class and greets everyone with a smile?"

“No!” Harry struggled to lift his head and said, “Hermione suspected you after Halloween!”

Hermione exclaimed loudly, "Of all the professors today, you're the only one who doesn't have classes this afternoon! I knew it was you!"

Quirrell clapped his hands lightly. "That's great! The smarter you are, the more likely you are to help me get the Philosopher's Stone. Come on in."

The three rice dumplings floated behind Qi Luo and entered the black fire.

When the three passed the black fire, they felt no heat at all, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at another house.

Chapter 41 Three Bears Battle Qiluo

In the huge room, there was only one Mirror of Erised.

Quirrell controlled Hermione to come to the mirror and threw Harry and Ron to the ground.

Ron, who was protected by Poppy during the Wizard Chess segment, ended up with a big bump on his head.

"Tell me, what do you see in the mirror?"