Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 22 I have an idea

The first Saturday that Klein spent at Hogwarts was quite fulfilling. Except for the small episode in the morning, he was immersed in the ocean of knowledge all day long.

Learning makes people happy, the old saying is not deceiving~
"Smooth in appearance, cold in nature and sweet in taste, it can cure most heat poisons, but it can also be used as the main ingredient of poison. That is to say, if certain conditions are met, the properties can be transformed. Then, my experiment requires Where do you start?"

At the dinner table, Klein was still thinking about the medicinal properties of "Goat's Liver Fruit".

Because he was too involved, he even forgot to eat the steak he took a bite of. It wasn't until the house elf's magic took away the plate that he suddenly came back to his senses, with a little self-blame in his blue eyes.

"Waste is a bad behavior, you have to pay attention next time."

Talking to himself, Klein got up and left the table.

Before the library was closed, he decided to look up some information before the curfew, but before he walked out of the restaurant, the oval-faced Mrs. Zheng made him give up this idea.

"Draco, are you okay?"

Klein greeted the young master Malfoy and asked with concern.

"Who? Oh, Klein, I'm fine."

Draco, who was wandering alone, was taken aback and collected himself. His face was paler than usual, and he scratched the strands of hair on the top of his head, with a forced smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey buddy, who did you meet at the library?"

Klein moved his nose slightly, then glanced at the book under the opponent's arm, Klein said calmly.

"It's Professor Quirrell, that's right, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He also asked me to tell you that at seven o'clock next Wednesday night, he wants to invite you to his office to exchange information about the improvement of spells."

Remembering what happened in the library, Draco blinked and answered truthfully.

"Professor Quirrell's invitation, I know."

Heartbroken, Klein reached out and patted the other person's shoulder.

a flash of light
"Okay, I'm going to the library, you go to eat quickly, the meal time will be over soon."

Quietly withdrawing his magic power, he showed a gentle smile.

For some reason, seeing that smile, Draco seemed to feel less tired.

After bidding farewell to his little friend who had been secretly cast with the "sedative spell" without knowing it, Klein walked straight out of the restaurant.But instead of going to the library, he went straight to the eighth floor and came to Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

"Password."

The stone monsters on both sides of the wooden door asked sternly.

"Buttermilk treacle."

Klein spoke softly.

"Squeak~"

The door opened and he walked in slowly.

"You came."

Dumbledore behind the desk was not surprised to see Klein. After forming the "alliance", the two met almost every day.

"Sit down, I've already written and mailed the letter, don't worry."

He raised his head and invited Klein to sit down opposite him.

But Klein didn't move, just looked at Dumbledore quietly.

"Speak softly."

The old man understood, picked up his wand and waved it casually, blocking all outside prying eyes.

"Voldemort has appeared."

After the "secret spell" took effect, Klein said in a deep voice.

"Ok?"

Startled, Dumbledore frowned unconsciously.

"He's in the castle, Quilinus Quirrell, he's Voldemort, he can't be wrong."

His expression was still as calm as ever, and Klein moved forward slightly.

"Let's go out for a walk together, and kill him by the way, it will be quick, it won't take much trouble."

"Wait a minute, don't rush!"

Dumbledore took a deep breath, a little unable to keep up with Klein's rhythm.

What and what is this, how could Quilinus Quirrell be Voldemort?

That outstanding wizard from Ravenclaw grew up, step by step, to the position of professor of "Defense Against the Dark Arts".

but
Quirrell's recent performance is indeed a bit strange.

The old man squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of suspicion in the pupils under the half-moon glasses.

"Evidence, do you have any evidence?"

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Dumbledore decided to listen to what Klein had to say first. The matter was of great importance, and he had to be cautious.

"I smell it."

Originally, Klein didn't want to care about Voldemort's nonsense for the time being, after all, wells don't mess with rivers.

Besides, it's nice to have a guy who likes to jump up and down to share the outside eyes for him.

But now that noseless Peepee actually set his mind on him, trying to influence his studies?

Sorry, this can't be tolerated.

"smell?"

Dumbledore was a little speechless, but not incomprehensible.

Powerful wizards generally have accurate intuitions. Since Klein said that there is a problem with Quirrell, it is very likely that Quirrell really has a problem.

As for whether this is a conspiracy
Don't make trouble, if Klein really wants to do something, no one in the castle can stop him, and there is no need to try his best to make up lies.

The "Gringotts Invasion" incident at the end of July this year flashed through his mind, and he remembered what was hidden in the Mirror of Erised. Dumbledore stroked the old wand that had changed hands, and his expression gradually sank.

Unexpectedly, Voldemort sneaked into the school under his nose.

He cannot allow such a thing!
"Klein, you stay here first, I'll go talk to Professor Quirrell."

Having made up his mind, Dumbledore got up, took the Elder Wand and hid it in the wide sleeve of his robe.After a second pause, he showed hesitation again, sat back in the chair, and shook his head slightly.

"No, no, now is not the time."

"You mean you're afraid of involving innocent students?"

Seeing Dumbledore's eyes, Klein instantly understood why the other party sat down again.

As the principal, Dumbledore always puts the safety of teachers and students first, and contacting Quirrell rashly may hurt innocent people.

Thinking about it, he blinked and suddenly thought of an idea.

An idea that can not only keep Voldemort from disturbing him honestly, but also improve the reputation of the outside world and eliminate the inherent impression of "Grindelwald" in the magical world
"In this case, let's play a show with Voldemort."

With a smile on his lips, Klein sat opposite Dumbledore.

"what do you mean"

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, and Dumbledore was a little puzzled.

"First of all, according to the outside world, Voldemort is already dead. No matter what purpose you have to destroy Voldemort, you can only let those people in the Ministry of Magic—especially Cornelius Fudge believe that this is self-directed and self-acted. farce.

You know, you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep. "

"Just like this morning."

Dumbledore answered.

"Yes, just like this morning."

Klein nodded.

"We can monitor Voldemort and make sure he doesn't act rashly. Once everyone is in position"

The more he said the brighter his eyes, he raised a finger.

"That's the best time to do it."

(End of this chapter)