Rhys and Daphne hurried along and finally made it back to the Slytherin common room before anyone else noticed.
The common room was packed with students, students gathering in groups of twos and threes, enjoying Halloween meals from the kitchen and discussing the troll that had broken into the school.
Malfoy's condition had recovered somewhat. He held a glass of iced pumpkin juice in the same manner as a champagne glass and sat by the fire in the lounge to talk.
"It's so depraved that a troll sneaked into the school! I'm going to write a letter to my father and ask him to strengthen the security of the castle-"
For the sake of Lucius Malfoy, most of the senior Slytherin students did not come to trouble this young master and even cheered him up.
As soon as Rhys entered the door, he heard Malfoy's words, and his eyes suddenly lit up: Huh? If you say something like this, I can't help but feel gratefull! Draco Malfoy, although you are timid, despicable, and have no bottom line, and I am very sorry to say - not a good pick to be a student of Slytherin House, but if you can persuade the talking wallet—I mean your father to make more contributions to Hogwarts, that will be considered a success. The merit has been redeemed.
Malfoy suddenly felt something furry on his back. When he looked back, he found that Rhys was looking at him with a strange look. He couldn't help but shudder, closed his mouth, and ate the dinner at the table.
Seeing that Malfoy no longer talked about donating money to the school, Rhys could only find an empty seat to sit down angrily and continue to enjoy the interrupted Halloween dinner.
"So, you really didn't plan to save me just now?" Daphne couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked reluctantly. She could have sworn that she saw Rhys pull the wand out of his sleeve with her own eyes. He would not normally put the wand in that position, right?
There is only one reason for his abnormal behavior, and that is that he was actually ready to take action at any time. Daphne believes that she has discovered the truth.
"Of course, do you want to try this pudding? There's a lot of extra caramel in it." Rhys really didn't want to dwell on this topic, so he tried his best to change the subject.
"Then you swear on your last name!" Daphne used her trump card.
"Okay, I swear on the name Lint that I, Rhys Chasala Lint, had no intention of intervening in your fight just now."
Daphne frowned.
'He actually dares to swear by his family name? Could he be telling the truth?'
"Y-You swear on the honor of Slytherin, and I will believe you." Daphne suddenly remembered that Rhys opened the chamber and claimed to be the heir of Slytherin, so she added.
"Eh? I think I just saw vanilla ice cream. I'm going to get some." As if he didn't hear her, Rhys got up from the table and ran to the big table to get the ice cream.
Daphne: "Hey, you-"
In the same castle, more than one man was being "tortured".
Albus Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, was also blocked by Professor McGonagall.
"Dumbledore, I think we need to talk."
"Oh? Of course, I'll ask the kitchen to send some cake up." Dumbledore winked and said that Professor McGonagall could go to the Headmaster's office with him to discuss this in detail.
Professor McGonagall took two deep breaths to calm down and gave up the idea of confronting Dumbledore in front of several other professors. She felt that questioning the headmaster's decision in the presence of them would damage Dumbledore's prestige, so it was better to find a place where no one was around to talk.
The two arrived at the headmaster's office one after another.
After entering the office, Dumbledore moved a cushioned armchair for Professor McGonagall, and summoned a large silver plate with a stack of small cakes and a pot of honey pumpkin juice.
"Please sit down." Dumbledore poured a glass of pumpkin juice for Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall sat on the chair and summoned up the courage to speak: "Albus, I don't think it is a good idea to hide the Sorcerer's Stone in the school."
Dumbledore's eyes flashed with admiration, and then he asked her why.
Professor McGonagall told him her speculation.
"It's too dangerous. There are at least two groups of people with malicious intentions lurking in the castle. This is unfair to the students. It's too dangerous!" Professor McGonagall looked extremely serious. "Today's Mountain Troll, if it encountered any students, the consequences would be disastrous."
"The coveting party even breached Gringotts. Hogwarts is not as professional as Gringotts in the safekeeping of valuables. So unless you carry the Philosopher's Stone with you personally, I don't think we should keep it here " Professor McGonagall finished her thoughts.
Professor McGonagall did not blindly follow him but had her own ideas. This made Dumbledore extremely satisfied, but he still had to stick to his own approach.
"Believe me, Minerva, I naturally have my own reasons for doing this," Dumbledore responded calmly.
That was Dumbledore. If anyone else had dared to reply to her with such a lousy answer, Professor McGonagall would have scolded him until he lost his mind.
"I need an explanation."
"This has something to do with ..Voldemort."
Minerva McGonagall was silent.
After a long time, she picked up the pumpkin juice and took a sip, suppressing her inner surprise with the sweet pumpkin juice.
"Do you think..." She asked immediately after her emotions calmed down a little.
"He was never dead, Minerva. There is no point in deceiving yourself." Dumbledore took the silver pot and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. He discussed the whereabouts of the Dark Lord as if he were discussing a trivial matter in life with a close friend.
This time, Minerva McGonagall remained silent for longer, and finally, a smile that was uglier than crying appeared on her face.
"You're right." She accepted this cruel reality calmly. There is no point in lying to oneself. Wizards who have experienced that dark moment all understand that the mysterious man only temporarily lost power. Sooner or later, the terrible devil will make a comeback.
Fortunately, they still had Dumbledore. The old man led them to defeat Grindelwald and survive the Dark Lord's most rampant days. Even if the mysterious man comes back, he will definitely be able to lead the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic to defeat him again.
"So the Philosopher's Stone is the bait to catch him?"
Dumbledore nodded.
Professor McGonagall felt relieved.
If it was to deal with a mysterious man, she was willing to unconditionally believe in Professor Dumbledore's arrangements.
After Minerva left, Dumbledore ate the rest of the cake alone. He was hiding something from Minerva. The bait hanging on the hook was not only the Philosopher's Stone, but also Harry Potter, who entered school this year and reappeared in the wizarding world. Otherwise, why didn't he borrow the Philosopher's Stone from his good friend Nicolas Flamel this year, sooner rather than later?
But the problem is not big, everything is under control, and Dumbledore can even use the existence of the Sorcerer's Stone to conduct an interesting and harmless little trial.
But there are variables.
Who is the person who killed the troll? Dumbledore fell into thinking. Minerva said that it was an external force that coveted the Philosopher's Stone. This was certainly possible, but he was more likely to think that it was a bold little wizard who did it.
What a courageous kid!
Dumbledore secretly praised the child.
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A/N: Can you guess who Dumbledore is praising?
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