The three of them ran for a while, and after they rushed into the castle, their blood gradually returned to normal, and they calmed down. Harry thought that he must go to Professor Dumbledore first, rather than rushing into the corridor on the third floor.
But the question is, where is Dumbledore's office? The little wizards stood at the corner of the corridor on the second floor, confused.
Daphne also had no idea where the principal's office was, and they had never seen any students being taken there.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly rang out: "You three, make way. If you have time to stay here, you might as well go back and review for the final exam!"
Professor McGonagall appeared with a serious face, she walked hurriedly, and a stretcher was floating behind her. When she saw Harry and the other two, she frowned and gave Daphne an extra look, as if blaming her for hanging out with Harry and Ron again.
It's rare to see Slytherins hanging out with Gryffindors every day.
"We want to see Professor Dumbledore." Courage surged from Harry's heart. He looked into Professor McGonagall's eyes and stated his request.
Professor McGonagall was surprised by his idea. She was stunned for a moment, then told Harry that Dumbledore had received an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic and was no longer in Hogwarts.
"He's gone?" Harry asked anxiously. "At this time?"
He felt like the sky was falling.
Professor McGonagall was obviously dissatisfied with what Harry said: "Professor Dumbledore is a very great wizard -"
"Rhys?!!!" an exclamation interrupted Professor McGonagall's words.
While Professor McGonagall was talking to Harry, the stretcher slowly floated over, allowing Daphne to see the face of the person lying on the stretcher clearly, and then she couldn't help but scream.
It was no wonder she was so surprised, because the person lying on it was actually Rhys!
This really shocked Daphne.
At this moment, Rhys's eyes were closed and his face was ashen. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would be no different from a corpse.
"Someone found him in an underground classroom. Judging from the potion residues scattered around him, Mr. Lint tried to make potions to enhance memory and luck in an attempt to get good grades in the final exam. However, the difficulty of making these two potions was beyond his imagination..." Professor McGonagall glanced at Rhys lying on the stretcher and sighed, "I'm afraid Mr. Lint will miss his final exam."
Daphne: "??"
Absurd emotions filled her mind and she couldn't understand what was happening in front of her at all.
How could Rhys have fallen down from mixing the wrong two potions? But the facts were there, as real as the marble floor she was standing on.
Looking at Daphne who was completely stunned, Professor McGonagall felt a little sympathy in her heart, and she patted Daphne's shoulders gently twice.
"You often study with him, right? You should give him more guidance in the future and not put too much pressure on him. Now please move aside. I have to take Mr. Lint to the school hospital wing." After saying that, she no longer paid attention to Harry and directly pulled the stretcher towards the infirmary.
When the stretcher turned the corner of the stairs, a small crystal bottle slipped from the pocket of Rhys's robe and fell to the ground. Everyone present had their own thoughts, and no one noticed it except Daphne who picked it up subconsciously.
Professor Dumbledore left, Rhys fell ill, and Professor McGonagall was too lazy to listen to their explanations. The backbone of the three people's hearts was wiped out, and the three young wizards fell into confusion at the same time.
"We...we..." Harry stood there at a loss, like a frozen program.
He had never been so desperate: Snape was breaking through the protection of the Philosopher's Stone.
When he got the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort would come back and Hogwarts would cease to exist.
What would he do then?
Go back to the Dursleys?
"The Philosopher's Stone is going to be stolen, and we don't even have a ticket to go in and stop him," Harry said in a desperate tone.
"There is a way to get through the three-headed dog." Daphne's voice suddenly interrupted Harry's complaints.
Harry looked up at Daphne, who was now examining a crystal bottle in her hand.
"The bottle contains a very powerful sleeping potion, which is powerful enough to put the three-headed dog into a deep sleep. I think as long as we have it, we will have no problem entering there."
"How do you have this kind of potion?" Ron couldn't help but ask.
"Rhys made it."
"Why did he make this kind of potion?"
Daphne glanced at him, refusing to answer the question.
Her attitude made Ron a little unhappy, but he couldn't do anything to Daphne.
When Harry heard Daphne say that she could deal with the three-headed dog Fluffy, he felt that Daphne was emitting holy light all over her body.
"Great!" He almost jumped up, his eyes sparkling, "Let's go to the fourth floor now and stop Snape!"
Daphne: Huh?
Her reason told her that there seemed to be a lot of things to complain about this operation.
Although she had just shouted that she would take Harry and the others to prove Professor Snape's innocence, it was just an angry remark when she was angry. She felt that it was not a good idea to directly break into the forbidden area on the third floor.
What if they run into the guy who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone? Although the encounter in the Forbidden Forest made Daphne feel that she was very good at fighting, she was not sure of winning if she fought again. The same move would be much less effective the second time. And Potter has no substantial evidence! He thinks someone went in to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but where is the evidence? It can't be based on pure speculation!
"Have you guys finished your review?" Snape's voice sounded behind the three of them, causing Harry and Ron to gasp.
The three of them turned their heads and saw that Snape was really standing behind them.
Daphne smiled: "Potter, Professor Snape's suspicion can be cleared now, right? He didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone!"
"Professor, Rhys--"
"I know." Snape showed a strange smile on his face. "He still overestimated his own pharmaceutical skills, but I admire his courage and talent for challenging such a difficult potion in his first year. Well, I have to go treat Mr. Lint. I just happened to have developed a new antidote."
He pushed aside the three people and walked towards the school hospital wing. After walking two steps, he turned around and looked at Daphne and said, "Miss Greengrass, I have a piece of advice for you. It would help if you didn't get along with people who are not your friends. You need to be cautious when making friends."
After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and left in a daze.
Daphne turned and looked at Harry, and said proudly: "I told you, Professor Snape is definitely innocent!"
————
Read 12 Advance Chapters—Patreon.com/HornyFBI