The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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"I haven't quite figured out how many magical mechanisms Quirrell has heard about, but he certainly isn't as flinching as he seems."

In the headmaster's office, Snape was reporting the latest information to Dumbledore.

"I suspect that the magic mechanism you made us set up is useless at all." Snape looked at Dumbledore sitting at the desk with his hands folded and thinking about the problem, and said blankly: "If Quirrell really is The dark wizard who broke into Gringotts."

"I never expected those magical mechanisms to stop peepers." Dumbledore said calmly: "But it is undeniable that those magical mechanisms still play a good role to this day, don't you think so, Severus."

"There is another thing, Harry Potter is investigating the thing you hid on the fourth floor, and should already know a lot of things." When Snape mentioned Potter, his face involuntarily revealed With a look of disgust, "he likes to be in the limelight, cause trouble, violate discipline, and be rude like his father."

"Other teachers say that the boy is modest, easy-going, and talented." Dumbledore said calmly.

"He may be involved in this matter." Snape's tone suddenly stopped, and he said firmly: "No, it should be said that he will definitely be involved in this matter, do you already know something? Who? Instructing Quirrell to run to school and steal from behind his back? From what I know about Quirrell, he doesn't seem like someone who has the guts to break into Gringotts and steal."

"There has been some speculation." Dumbledore's eyes moved to the delicate silverware suddenly smoking white smoke beside the table.

"Who?"

When Snape asked about this, he couldn't help reaching out and grabbing his arm: "It's him! It's impossible! Isn't he dead? And the Dark Mark hasn't changed."

"You should know that Voldemort is not dead."

The muscles in Snape's face twitched slightly as Dumbledore mentioned Earth Demon.

"Okay, what about Quirrell's troubles." Dumbledore took the initiative to end the conversation.

After Snape left the headmaster's room, he couldn't help squinting at the delicate silverware that was smoking white on the table.

"a?"

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In the room, Albert sat on a chair, with the help of the flaming torch in front of him, boringly flipping through his notebook, there was a blood-red stone at his feet.

If Quirrell was here at the moment, he would definitely be able to recognize that this was the legendary Philosopher's Stone. The precious Philosopher's Stone was just thrown on the ground by Albert like garbage.

Quirrell would probably be so angry that he vomited blood when he found out!

But then again, is this thing really a Philosopher's Stone?

Albert couldn't actually judge, but he tried to turn other items into "gold", but all failed.

Maybe, as Albert first guessed, this is just a stone that looks like a magic stone, otherwise how could it be put here as a bait?

What if it was really stolen?

Whether the Philosopher's Stone is real or not, it doesn't matter to Albert anymore. He came here to take risks and break into the magic organs set up by the professors, in fact, just to complete the task of "The Brave Game".

As for the Philosopher's Stone?

Even if it were true,

He can't take it either.

If the task of stealing the Philosopher's Stone really appeared, Albert would not give up a forest because of a tree.

Well, it turns out that the benefits of betrayal are not large enough.

Unfamiliar footsteps came from the corridor outside. Albert turned his head and greeted the person with a smile: "Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Good evening, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore greeted Albert with a smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? A great adventure." Albert bent down and picked up the magic stone on the ground under Dumbledore's gaze. "However, the rewards for clearing the level were a bit unexpected."

"I went to the mirror of Erised and looked in the mirror, and found that I actually took this thing out of my pocket in the mirror. Your magical mechanism makes me feel incredible."

With that said, Albert stretched out the hand holding the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore and put the Philosopher's Stone in the headmaster's hand.

The latter looked at the magic stone in his hand, looked up at Albert again, and asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"Feel? The magic mechanism is quite interesting, but it's a bit simple." Albert grinned and said, "However, my favorite is Professor McGonagall's giant chess board. This kind of large-scale wizard chess is really good to play. It's very interesting, it's a pretty powerful shapeshifting magic. The most annoying is Professor Quirrell's troll level. To be honest, I think the smell is really disgusting and very unhygienic."

"Actually, I don't really like dealing with trolls, they always make themselves stinky." Dumbledore winked at Albert.

"It's not very safe here." Albert raised his eyebrows when he saw Dumbledore walking towards the magic mirror: "Are you going to keep the Philosopher's Stone here?"

"Just keep it here. Generally, greedy people who want to get the Philosopher's Stone can't take the Philosopher's Stone out of the Mirror of Erised."

Dumbledore raised his wand, cast a complex magic that Albert couldn't understand, and hid the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror again.

"Sir, is this really Mr. Nico's Philosopher's Stone?" Albert asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask that?"

"I've heard that the Philosopher's Stone can turn anything into 'gold'."

"Have you tried?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yeah, it's the legendary Sorcerer's Stone after all." Albert simply admitted. "However, it failed."

"The Philosopher's Stone can't make gold." Dumbledore patted Albert on the shoulder and said, "Come on, your friends are still waiting for you, don't let them worry."

No extra points, no deductions, it was as if nothing had happened. Dumbledore was gentle like a grandfather facing his naughty grandson.

Dumbledore didn't need to drink the antidote, just waved his wand and easily separated the flames and let them pass smoothly.

"Sir, is this a fierce fire?" Albert looked back at the black flame and asked.

"No, you should have read the information on Lihuo, and you should understand that that kind of fire is difficult to control, and once it is out of control, it will be a disaster." Dumbledore looked back at Albert and reminded: "In the history of magic, there are Many wizards have been burned to death by the Fiery Fire when they tried the Fiery Fire Charm."

"As far as I know, Professor Snape is very good at black magic, at least better than Professor Quirrell." Albert said in a strange tone: "He should be able to use fire spells and be able to control it perfectly!"

Dumbledore added: "It's not fiery, and I wouldn't allow anyone to use that dangerous magic in school."

"Those two bottles of so-called antidote are actually the same potion, right!" said Albert suddenly.

"why would you say so."

"Intuition tells me that the two bottles should be the same." Albert said to himself, "That's just the answer written on the parchment, and the answer may not be all true."

Abbott suddenly felt that Quirrell was pitiful, being made a lot of money by playing like this.

Dumbledore just smiled and didn't answer.

Several people came to the exit, and Fred, George and Lee Jordan were already here.

"Gentlemen, please don't keep it a secret tonight." Dumbledore said, looking around the four people present, "Don't talk about it outside."

"Of course." The four said in unison.

"You must swear that you will not tell anyone, nor will you knowingly leak it to anyone," Dumbledore said solemnly, looking at them.

"We're not going to tell anyone and we're not going to knowingly leak it to anyone."

After taking the oath, Albert glanced at his panel, and it seemed that some new task had been triggered. He opened the panel task when everyone was not paying attention, and was stunned.

The new mission is: Leakers?