Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 227 The cunning Dumbledore

school clinic.

 After ordering the basilisk to return to sleep, Kyle rushed here as quickly as possible.

Harry was lying on one of the beds, sleeping quietly, while Dumbledore was talking to Madam Pomfrey next to him.

Madam Pomfrey looked unhappy.

“Last year it was a dark wizard, this year it’s a Death Eater, so what will be the identity of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year...a mysterious person?”

Madam Pomfrey glanced sideways at Dumbledore, "If that's the case, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

Dumbledore just smiled without refuting or defending.

Whether it was Oren or Quirrell, he was the one who found them. He indeed has a great responsibility and cannot get rid of this responsibility.

 Fortunately, Kyle came in at this time.

“Oh, you’re just in time, Kyle, we were just talking about you…”

Dumbledore quickly ended his conversation with Madam Pomfrey and walked towards Kyle, but a second later, he was squeezed aside by Madam Pomfrey.

"You should have come to the campus hospital immediately!" Madam Pomfrey looked at Kyle angrily.

 At this time, she looks more like a villain than Voldemort.

Kyle glanced at Dumbledore pleadingly, asking him to help him out.

 But their principal suddenly became interested in the potion bottle next to him. He lowered his head and kept looking at it without looking over at all.

 Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey didn't say anything more.

"Okay, just stand still!" She took out her wand and waved it twice in front of Kyle.

The tip of the wand emitted soft white light, and finally formed a cloud-like thing that enveloped Kyle.

Madam Pomfrey stared at the "clouds" for a while and then breathed a sigh of relief.

 “Very good, no sign of black magic.”

"You should really feel lucky..." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face: "When Harry Potter was sent here, he couldn't even speak a complete sentence."

 She took out a bottle of magic potion and rushed Kyle to the hospital bed.

"Well...Bobby, can I say a few words to him?" Dumbledore whispered: "Just a few words, it won't waste too much time."

"Even if you say so, Headmaster." Madam Pomfrey frowned: "But the child has just experienced a severe fire... He needs to rest now."

Dumbledore nodded and did not insist.

 After drinking the magic potion, Kyle felt his brain was drowsy and fell asleep quickly.

 …

 When he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Kyle was woken up.

He heard Madam Pomfrey roaring angrily, seemingly driving Fred and George away?

 “Good morning, Kyle.”

Kyle opened his eyes and saw a smiling Dumbledore next to the hospital bed.

 He always felt that this scene looked familiar.

Oh, by the way, it was the same last year... and the time was about the same.

"Good morning, Professor." Kyle sat up and asked, "How is Potter."

"I'm glad you asked." Dumbledore said, "He's fine. He'll probably wake up around noon... Do you want to eat something? There's fried pork chops in the kitchen this morning." "No, I'm fine. Appetite." Kyle shook his head.

 “That’s a shame, the pork cutlet today tasted great.”

Kyle thought Dumbledore would ask him why he went to the restricted area, but he didn't. After a brief chat, Dumbledore just said calmly: "By the way, please remember to return Lu Wei to Hagrid later. He was so anxious last night.

 That's strange...Why did I think Quirrell hid it yesterday?

It wasn’t until an hour later that I realized that he didn’t have to do that if he just wanted to get through the trap door. And it is not easy to hide such a big three-headed dog. "

"Unless there is some kind of magical prop...such as a box or a bag."

 “Uh…” Kyle was a little embarrassed.

 In fact, the little elixir he drank only lasted about an hour.

 “Sorry, Professor.”

"It's okay, Kyle, I don't mean to blame you. In fact, even if you didn't take Lu Wei away, Quirrell would have found other ways to get through the trap door."

Kyle nodded, he had already guessed Dumbledore's purpose.

 Subconsciously, Kyle glanced around.

There were only him, Dumbledore, and Harry, who was fast asleep, in the room.

 But what he wanted to see most was that Madam Pomfrey was not here. He really missed her... how she looked when driving people away yesterday.

Kyle began to change the topic, from Quidditch to exams, and finally to the Academy Cup...

Dumbledore was also chatting with him patiently, and seemed to be enjoying it.

But what is supposed to come will eventually come. Just when Kyle finished talking about the Academy Cup and was about to turn to the next topic, Dumbledore said first: "Speaking of the Academy Cup...I suddenly remembered, Kyle, you Did you see a bright red stone yesterday?"

"So what does the Academy Cup have to do with the Philosopher's Stone... This topic is too harsh." Kyle cursed.

 But when faced with Dumbledore's inquiry, he still nodded and said, "I saw it. Potter had been holding it, but then it fell into the fire."

“Yes, that’s what Harry said.” Dumbledore said thoughtfully: “But the interesting thing is that the Sorcerer’s Stone is a very magical stone, and it is difficult to burn it even with strong fire.

 I went back to look at it later and there was no trace at all... This is impossible. "

"Have you searched carefully?" Kyle whispered: "Maybe it went to other rooms..."

"I looked for it very carefully." Dumbledore said with a smile: "It seems that you already know that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden there."

 “Um…I heard it from Potter.”

Kyle said: "While having breakfast, he and Ron were discussing how to prevent Professor Snape from stealing the Philosopher's Stone from the restricted area."

Kyle is not really lying when he said this, because he did hear the word "Philosopher's Stone" from Harry and Ron more than once.

Sometimes in the auditorium, sometimes in the corridor, they didn't even notice if there were other people around them when they were "conspiring loudly".

It’s just that most people think they are talking nonsense and don’t care at all.

“It seems they got a lot of information from Hagrid.” Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

 He looked at Kyle again, "So you don't know where the Philosopher's Stone is?"

Kyle said nothing.

“It seems like...the magic stone should have been taken away by that sniffer.”

"I checked the image captured by the Mirror of Erised yesterday..." Dumbledore blinked, "Maybe I can ask Newt, he should be able to recognize the Niffler."

 (End of this chapter)