People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

As for Harry, he was in the greatest confusion ever.

He heard a conversation.

Quirrell and Snape's.

"What did you choose to do here, Severus?"

"Oh, I don't think that's a good thing to say," said Snape, in a drily voice. "After all, students aren't supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone. Have you figured out how to subdue Hagrid's monster?"

"So what if I know? This is my major. Defense Against the Dark Arts also teaches how to deal with dangerous magical creatures. What? You don't know? No wonder you failed in your application for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship."

"You don't want me to be your enemy, Quirrell," Snape said, taking a step closer to Quirrell.

Quirrell had no expression on his face, even though Snape's breath was shaking the hair on his face.

"An enemy? I remember we were colleagues. Wait, do you want to take the Philosopher's Stone? Do you want me to tell you how to deal with the three-headed dog?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"I didn't."

"Very well," Snape interrupted. "We will discuss this again shortly, once you have had time to think it over and decide who you will serve."

Then he drew his cloak over his head and strode out of the clearing.

Quirrell also sneered and walked towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest. He should be taking a detour and leaving from another direction.

Harry stroked the branches of the beech tree, hovering as still as a statue.

A minute later, he flew back to the field.

It was almost completely dark, but there was still a crowd of people at the stadium.

Ron saw Harry and came up to tell him there was a party in the common room, but he didn't say much.

Just take Ron and go.

Bagel, who had already seen Harry's whereabouts, took Hermione to wait at the corner of the stairs on the first floor.

"Great!" Harry gasped. "I was looking for you. We need to find an empty room now, without Peeves. Come on, Badger. You always get around him just in time."

"Follow me." Bagir smiled.

He led the three people straight into an empty classroom.

Harry came in last and closed the door.

Then he told them what he had just seen and heard.

“Listen to me”

Harry was a little confused. "Now the question is what is the Philosopher's Stone? Which one of Snape and Quirrell is the bad guy?"

"Need I ask?" Ron came to the conclusion directly, "Of course it's Snape. Look how mean he is to us in class, especially to you. Professor Quirrell is just an unlucky guy who can only accompany us for one year."

"But Hagrid said he was a good man." Harry hesitated, "Why don't we first find out what the Philosopher's Stone is."

"I know that." Basil shrugged. "Speaking of which, this has to do with Ron and I's neighbors. Neighbors in a broad sense."

"Nicolas Flamel, now living in seclusion in Devonshire with his wife Perenelle."

"His greatest achievement was refining a magical substance - the Philosopher's Stone."

"A stone that can turn any metal into pure gold and create an elixir of life."

"How is that possible?" Hermione denied it at first, then thought of a possibility, "This elixir of life should only be able to extend life a little and make people look younger. Just like Dumbledore is so old, but still energetic. Professor McGonagall looks like she is in her early 30s."

Basil shook his head. "No, those who drink this medicine will never die or age. Nicolas Flamel just celebrated his 665th birthday last year with his 658-year-old wife."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of Nick Flamel in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

That's too old.

If he had not read the introduction in the "List of Great Alchemists", he would have really believed that the elixir of life would not lead to death.

On the other side, Hermione looked at Basil's face and said cautiously, "Could this be the same as the great wizard's, a rumor in the biography?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 74: Encouraged Qi Luo

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Ron denied excitedly.

Harry and Hermione felt a little strange, but Ron's words the next second revealed the reason.

"Everything on the Chocolate Frog card is absolutely true. It is not made up!"

"Dumbledore's well-known contributions include: defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, discovering the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and making great achievements in alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel!"

"Nicolas Flamel really existed!"

"Is it possible," Hermione said slowly, trying to keep the suspicion out of her voice, "that Nick Flamel is just the same name as Nick Flamel of a few hundred years ago? Just like the Slytherins claimed Merlin as a student of their house. Or that the most prominent member of the Flamel family has always had the same name or something like that?"

"Hermione, the Philosopher's Stone really exists." Basil said speechlessly.

Harry also emphasized: "That makes sense. Immortality and gold, no wizard can resist its temptation. It's possible that Snape and Quirrell are both bad."

"Well, how can it be true? It's so...like something out of a fairy tale." Hermione said stubbornly.

"But wizards also exist in fairy tales," Harry said puzzledly.

He didn't understand why Hermione was always stubborn in strange ways.

Hermione wanted to say something else.

But as Basil said, "It's in the books. The Great Alchemist List, Excerpts of 14th Century Events, and the History of Beauxbatons all record Nicolas Flamel and his Philosopher's Stone."

"So it's true." Hermione believed it now. "I once thought about borrowing the book "Selected Events from the 14th Century" for entertainment. But you know, Basil is too popular now. I have to--"

Hermione blushed.

In recent weeks, Harry had become more and more convinced that Quirrell might be a good man.

In the following weeks, Quirrell did look increasingly paler and thinner, but he still insisted on giving lectures despite his illness, and his words revealed an abundant vitality that did not match his appearance.

If you suspect that such a person is a bad person, is he still a human being?

Bagel objected to this, what if this was the reason why Quirrell needed the Philosopher's Stone to heal his body?

Ron said that a great wizard like Dumbledore would definitely give the Philosopher's Stone to Quirrell if he really needed it to heal his illness.

So the motivation doesn't exist.

He was very persistent in his opinion and even dragged Harry along with him.

Whenever he met Quirrell on the road, he would give him an encouraging smile.

Only Basil could see how angry Voldemort was at the back of Quirrell's head.

"They are mocking me! They are mocking me! They are mocking me for not being able to get the Philosopher's Stone!"

He was already very angry about his independence in the diary, and he became even angrier.

The result was that every time Quirrell received a smile that had a certain meaning, that of encouragement, he would be tortured by Voldemort with the Cruciatus Curse that night.

Quirrell: I really want to thank you!

Therefore, Bagel did not stop Harry and Ron from digging a hole and burying themselves after they knew the truth.

How fun!

Hermione, on the other hand, didn't care about the Philosopher's Stone.

After combining Harry's words and sorting out the small package that Hagrid might have taken from Gringotts, the restricted area on the fourth floor was the Philosopher's Stone.

She focused more on eliminating the male and female students attracted to Bajir and formulating a review plan.

To do this, she colors all her notes.

At the same time, she also persuaded Harry and Ron to join (she couldn't persuade Basil, and Basil had good grades and knew many spells beyond his grade level).

"Hermione, we're not even halfway through March! June is still a long way off!" Ron refused without hesitation.

Hermione shook her head. "Our Easter holiday will start on the 31st of the month. That's two weeks! We can't start studying again until April 4th. So we only have less than two months to review!"

"But that's not the point. I heard that we have to pass these exams to advance to the second grade. They are very important. I should have started reviewing for them a month ago. I don't know what happened to me then."

"Ah? This can't be true!" Harry's mind immediately flashed with the scene of him being expelled from school, his wand being broken, and being laughed at by the Dursleys when he returned home.

"That's fake." Bajir blew his hair. "In the lower grades, even if you get a T (Troll, which stands for extremely bad) grade, you can still enter the next grade."

"Even the fifth-year OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Level Tests) are called NWTs (Number One Wizarding Tests) courses (referring to the sixth and seventh-year courses), which are so-called advanced classes. Only students with E (good) grades are accepted. But in fact, even if you get a poor (P) evaluation in a certain course, as long as you really want to study and your attitude is sincere, the professors will generally not reject you."

"Huh." Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and put down the books they had just picked up.

"However." Ron and Harry's hearts began to rise again after hearing what Basil said.

"This does not include Potions classes. Professor Snape only allows students who have obtained O (excellent) in the Potions exam to take NEWT courses. Because of this, the dreams of many young wizards have been cut short."

"For example, if you want to become a healer at St. Mungo's or an Auror at the Ministry of Magic, you need to pass NEWTs and have an excellent (E) grade in Potions."

“But if you don’t take the NEWT course, you can’t take the NEWTs exam.”

"This is disgusting. All previous Potions professors' requirements for advanced classes were E (good). Only Snape raised the requirement to O (excellent)." There was obvious disgust in Bagel's eyes.

Snape, it's like I have no dreams, so I destroy your dreams.

Snape was particularly unfair in his grading, being too lenient towards Slytherin and too harsh towards other houses.

This kind of person, if he does not have strong professional skills, is not worthy of being a teacher.

"So, Basil, you also think Snape is a bad guy and Quirrell is a good guy." Ron didn't care about the rest of Basil's words.

In his opinion, fifth grade is still too early.

Baqir didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Harry ruffled his hair in annoyance. "So I can give up my dream of becoming an Auror and a healer ahead of time?"

With Snape targeting him like this, he had no hope.

Although his dream was to become a Quidditch player, he couldn't help but start to feel distressed.

"I will definitely be able to get into the advanced class. I can then help you make a review plan." Hermione nodded confidently.

"Goodbye, I don't want to be an Auror or a healer." Harry regained his spirits. "I must have a good time this Easter. Ron happens to be here too."

"Yes." Ron's eyes were full of longing.

Passing score:

Outstanding(O)Good(E)Pass(A)

Unsatisfactory grades:

Poor (P) Very bad (D) Extremely bad (T)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 75 Dumbledore's Surveillance

Harry and Ron's wishes were dashed.

Before the Easter holidays, teachers worked overtime to assign a lot of homework.

The reason is that the exam is coming soon, which is the same as Hermione's idea!

So, in their opinion, the Easter holiday is far less fun than Christmas.

Ron finally understood why his parents didn't write to ask him if he would come home for the holidays.

With so much homework, I might as well not go home!

At school, at least you can check the library.

Especially with Hermione around, although she was always reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood or practicing wand movements, it was difficult to rest easily.

But the reference books and materials for homework she recommended were really useful.

With her, I can spend most of my free time in the first half of the holiday in the library. I can finish my homework early so that I can still have fun later.

"Oh, why have I finished my homework?" When Harry and his friends were doing their homework, Bagel was always flipping through a book and sighing.

Of course, he didn't do the homework. It was Riddle. It was easy for Riddle to imitate the handwriting and the sentences.