From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Standing in the snow in the Scottish Highlands, Ron exhaled a breath of white air and wrapped his robe tightly: "Hagrid is so ruthless that he left us in the ice and snow like this."

"What is the Philosopher's Stone that Ivy just mentioned?" Harry asked curiously, "Why do Snape and Quirrell want it?"

"Come on! Don't you read books at all?" Hermione rolled her eyes, "Nicolas Flamel, you can also call him Nicholas Flamel. I didn't expect that his name in the wizarding world is different. Don't you remember this name? Harry?"

Harry's empty brain and his eyes were the same. So harmless, Hermione looked at him and sighed: "Well, he may be the most famous alchemist in the world. It is said that he created the Philosopher's Stone and achieved immortality with it."

"Immortality?" Ron exclaimed, "No wonder Snape and Quirrell want to get it!"

"Not only that, the Philosopher's Stone can turn stones into gold." Hermione continued to add, "That is to say, Nicolas Flamel is a rich and long-lived old man. No one knows why he gave the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore for safekeeping."

"Oh, now even I am tempted, gold can never be too much." Ron shrugged, revealing a little eager look.

"Bang" sound, Hagrid pushed open the wooden door of the hut.

"Hagrid!" Harry shouted enthusiastically, "I knew you wouldn't be so ruthless!"

However, Hagrid just pursed his lips tightly, fearing that he would reveal more information, and then he threw a broom into Harry's arms, which was his fallen Nimbus 2000.

After doing all this, Hagrid slammed the door shut again, and the splashed snow even flew into Ron's mouth.

"Bah! See, Hagrid is so ruthless." Ron spat out the snow in his mouth and said helplessly.

"Thank you, Hagrid! Remember to come and watch me play Quidditch!" Harry held his flying broom and invited Hagrid, but only two hums came from the cabin, making people unsure of what Hagrid meant.

"Don't worry, he will definitely go, Harry." Ron patted Harry's shoulder comfortingly, "Since the Philosopher's Stone is such an important thing, we should now..."

"Tell the professor!" Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, "Don't think I don't know what you are planning. We can't take out the Philosopher's Stone, and don't think about using it yourself!"

"Why not?" Ron was very puzzled, "I don't want to take it for myself, it's just a little gold, and Nicolas Flamel can't use it up anyway. Besides, we have the Queen of Cannons and the Ancient Wizards, and we can definitely get the Philosopher's Stone before Snape and Quirrell!"

"No matter which of the two of them wants to get the Philosopher's Stone, they must not have succeeded yet. As long as we tell the professor in advance and let them be prepared." Hermione ignored Ron and just stated her reasons.

Ivy did not comment, and Harry nodded in agreement.

"By the way, Harry." Ivy called Harry before they returned to the castle, "I completely disassembled your Nimbus 2000, but I successfully put it back together, and I also added a few spells to defend against the dark arts. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course." Harry said briskly, "We are friends, even if you are a Slytherin."

Harry soon began to regret what he said.

Because of the arrival of November, the Quidditch season began. Wood trained them like crazy, and Harry had to find time to complete the heavy homework.

To make matters worse, Gryffindor's first opponent was Slytherin. If they could win, Gryffindor would rise to second place in the ranking of the College Cup.

In order to end Slytherin's seven consecutive championships, everyone worked hard secretly. Infected by this atmosphere, Harry felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavier.

"Look! That's Scarhead Potter, Gryffindor's Seeker!" After the potions class one day, Malfoy still chased Harry and stood at the corridor to mock him loudly. Snape, who hurried past them, didn't even look at Malfoy, let alone stop to deduct points from him.

Harry secretly told himself to be patient. Snape hadn't gone far yet. If he took action now, Gryffindor would only lose points.

"What do you think of his flying?" Seeing that Harry didn't answer, Malfoy asked a second question in a somewhat boring way, and quickly gave the answer, "In my opinion, Gryffindor had better send a group of people to hold the mattress and run below to prevent Scarhead Potter from falling off the broom and falling to death. I think Longbottom's body shape is just right, even if he is hit hard by Potter, it won't be a big deal."

"Ignore him, Harry." Hermione looked at Malfoy arrogantly, and the latter took a step back slightly.

The story about Hermione using a spell to blow the troll to pieces spread among the four colleges, and it was getting more and more outrageous, especially in Ravenclaw, where students were very keen on discussing what spell Hermione used, and many people swore that it was dark magic.

Although students from the other two colleges were only half-believing, Slytherin didn't need to provoke a little witch who could really kill the troll.

So Malfoy said, "What? Go to your bird mother for protection again? Potter? If I were you, you'd be a coward!"

"It seems that you want to take another punch on your nose, Malfoy?" Harry asked coldly instead of rushing up to roll with Malfoy.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Many people in the corridor looked over, and Malfoy's face became iron first, and then he smiled quickly: "It seems you are not long -term, scar head Potter? Then again, no matter whether you are You can use anything, just you and me. "

"Oh? Is it the prize display room?" Harry was not very vividly asked.

"Don't promise him, Harry, he is interfered with your mentality, don't forget the Queidica game tomorrow!" Hermione tried anxiously to stop.

"It doesn't matter! Harry! I can go to you! I will never delay you grab the golden thief tomorrow!" Ron rubbed his palm aside.

"After dinner, just in the bell tower!" Malfoy said gently, "There are no people there, it is suitable for the venue."

After Malfoy left, Hermione looked angry. She yelled at Ron: "You should stop him! Obviously, the Queidic ball game tomorrow is more important!"

Ron said indifferently, "Come on, just take the warm -up before the start of the game. But then again, will you come back?"

"Of course!" Hermione's voice was full of irritability, "I want to make sure you have not been deducted!"