Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

Gryffindor lounge.

Harry and the three came together.

"We have no idea what's going on, and even if we wanted to help, we wouldn't be able to do anything."

They were discussing how to help Alexis.

"The slander of Principal Dumbledore in the newspapers should be the root cause."

Hermione pointed to the newspaper in her hand, which she had picked up from the restaurant.

"Mr. Alexis respects Principal Dumbledore very much. He must have asked other professors for help."

Ron felt that what Hermione said made sense, and nodded while looking at Harry.

"I want to know what is hidden in that secret room."

Harry said suddenly

"The first time we went there, Mr. Alexis came out of the secret room."

"The second time we went, Professor Quirrell and Professor Flitwick were both preparing to go in."

"And since we were first discovered by Mr. Alexis inside, the defense there has been strengthened. It has become professors taking turns to guard the place."

"Are they guarding against Mr. Alexis, or are they guarding against the students?"

"If it is to protect students, there is no need to keep people on duty after the curfew, because students are not allowed to leave the lounge after the curfew."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and whispered.

"Are you saying that Mr. Alexis told the professors about his discovery of us?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hermione shook her head and denied her point of view.

"No, if Mr. Alexis had told the truth, you should have been fined for copying the school rules before entering the secret room for the second time."

"But if Mr. Alexis didn't tell anyone, why has the defense of the secret room been strengthened since then?"

Ron asked confused.

"Unless it's not us they're guarding against," Harry said. "That means that that night, in addition to the three of us and Mr. Alexis, there was a fifth person."

"They found the fifth man but couldn't catch him, so the professors stepped up their defense."

"It's Professor Quirrell!"

Ron asked in disbelief.

"Harry, when we were captured that day, there were only four of us, Quirrell, and Professor Flitwick inside. Professor Flitwick was on duty that day. Only Professor Quirrell shouldn't be there."

"Professor Quirrell deceived Professor Flitwick that day, and when he found us, he was about to attack Professor Flitwick!"

Ron recalled that when they were captured, Quirrell was hiding behind Flitwick, and he still had the wand in his hand, which was pointed at Flitwick.

Originally, he thought it was Quirrell and Flitwick's defensive action after discovering someone entering the secret room. Now that he thought about it, it should be Quirrell's intention to attack Professor Flitwick.

Especially since Quirrell appeared in the corridor on the fourth floor twice, Quirrell shouldn't have appeared there at all at that time.

"Today is Professor Quirrell's day of duty!"

Hermione reminded.

The expressions of the three people changed and they could no longer sit still.

"I think I know what it is."

Harry clapped his hands excitedly and cheered in a low voice with suppressed voice, "When we were in Diagon Alley, Mr. Alexis and I went to Gringotts to get something. It was a thing that was packed into a small rag bag."

"I asked Mr. Alexis what it was, and he secretly told me that it was a magic stone."

"What stone?" Ron asked.

"The Philosopher's Stone. Mr. Alexis said it was called the Philosopher's Stone." Harry repeated.

"What's that for? Why did Quirrell steal it?"

The three little guys looked at each other. They couldn't answer this question. Even Harry only knew it was called the Sorcerer's Stone. They didn't even know what the Sorcerer's Stone did.

Hermione suddenly jumped up, "Wait," she said, and then ran back to the girls' dormitory.

Soon, she came back holding a thick and big old book.

"I borrowed this from the library a few weeks ago and wanted to read it for fun."

"For fun?" said Ron, but Hermione told him to be quiet and to look for something.She began to turn the pages of the book quickly, mumbling something.

Finally, she found the "I know it! I know it!"

"Can we talk now?" Ron said angrily.

Hermione ignored him. "Nicolas Flamel," she said in a theatrical whisper, "is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"

Seeing Harry and Ron's confused expressions, Hermione pushed the book over.

"Ancient alchemy involved the refining of the Philosopher's Stone, a miraculous substance with astonishing properties. The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create an elixir of life that will make those who drink it forever Immortal.

Over the centuries, there have been many reports about the Philosopher's Stone, but the only remaining Philosopher's Stone belongs to the famous alchemist and opera lover Mr. Nico Flamel.He celebrated his 660 fifth birthday last year and now lives in seclusion in Devon with his wife Perenal (650 eight years old). "

"That's a stone that can make you immortal and turn gold into something."

"That's what Quirrell must be thinking."

"That big dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosopher's Stone! I dare say that Flamel asked Dumbledore to keep it for him because they were friends and he knew that someone was trying to take advantage of the Philosopher's Stone. That's why he took it The Philosopher's Stone was transferred from Gringotts."

"We must rush to the secret room on the fourth floor," Harry glanced around the common room warily and said in a low voice, "The professors don't know yet that Professor Quirrell is the person they are looking for."

"Mr. Alexis, who has always been wary of Professor Quirrell, is not in school. Mr. Dumbledore is in trouble at this time. We must rush over!"

Ron nodded fiercely, with eager anticipation and excitement in his eyes.

Hermione on the other side was hesitant.

"Let's go find Professor McGonagall—"

As soon as Hermione proposed a solution, Harry rejected it.

"The professors won't believe it, and now they don't know that we have sneaked in twice. If the professors know that we have sneaked in twice..."

Hermione flicked her wrist subconsciously. They were really tired from copying the school rules these days.

"I'll go back and get the invisibility cloak. When the curfew starts, we'll rush there immediately. Remember to bring your wand."

Harry warned quietly.

After the three little guys discussed their actions, they immediately got up and dispersed.

……

At night, the noisy corridors of Hogwarts quiet down.

Under the supervision of the prefects of each college, the little wizards returned to their dormitories and went to bed early.

In the empty corridor, Quirrell, wearing a purple scarf, came to the door of the secret room on the fourth floor like a thief.