Hogwarts Elemental Destroyer

"So what exactly did you ask me to come to the library to find?"

Hermione looked at the books spread across the table with a look of helplessness on her face.

I originally thought this was my leisure time for reading.

Who knew that this guy William was using her as a coolie.

Half of the books in the library have been read through.

Of course, Harry and others also came together.

We met him by chance, so Hermione forcibly picked him up and used him as a coolie.

"Looking for material." William said without looking back.

He only knew that Hermione could find the Philosopher's Stone from here.

But William didn't know which book it was.

It's impossible to remember, I can only flip through them one by one.

"You have to tell me what materials I'm looking for!"

"A thing that can make people immortal. I plan to take a realistic style and add it to the book."

"Immortal?"

Hermione frowned slightly, as if she had seen this word somewhere.

He turned around and pulled out a huge book from the shelf.

This book has been stored for some years.

The paper has begun to yellow and some pages have fallen off.

Hermione flipped through it, pointed at the words on it and read them word for word.

"Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone."

"Hermione, you found it."

Hermione placed the book in front of William and complained, "You told me I would have found it a long time ago."

"I didn't know you were a mobile library either!"

"what?"

Harry and Ron also poked their curious little heads over.

"The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary item with extraordinary magical power. It can turn stones into gold, make elixirs of life, and make people immortal."

Ron asked from his soul: "You mean you won't die."

"It's written so clearly in the book and you still ask."

"Then the producer is immortal?" William asked.

Hermione continued reading.

"The only existing Philosopher's Stone is owned by the alchemist Nicholas Flamel, who celebrated his 665th birthday last year."

"He's actually immortal." Ron exclaimed.

"It seems so."

William suddenly wanted to visit the magic stone maker.

How he used the Philosopher's Stone to gain immortality.

Has it reached the edge of making Heart of Darkness?

There was another point that also attracted William's attention.

The book says that in 1991, last year, Mr. Nicholas Flamel celebrated his 665th birthday.

In other words, this book was updated last year.

But looking at the yellowed paper, it doesn't look like someone is taking care of it to read it.

It was obviously prepared deliberately.

Who it is, of course, needless to say, William already has the answer in his heart.

Harry stared at the pictures in the book and fell into memories.

If he remembered correctly, he seemed to have seen Hagrid take this thing.

Could that be the magic stone?

Harry decided to ask Hagrid when he had time.

William saw Harry's expression in his eyes.

He had indeed seen what the Philosopher's Stone looked like.

In this case, William's plan has been achieved.

He didn't need to make a special trip to deliver a message to Voldemort.

If only Harry knew.

Voldemort would naturally know.

"Okay, now that you've found it, let's start writing."

Hermione handed the book to William.

He held his head with both hands and waited for William to write.

William stretched out his hand and gave her a headache.

"Do you think I can write it just by tapping my forehead?"

"I've given you everything you asked for, so what else do you want."

"Let's wait until I outline it!"

William has just finished copying the information on the Philosopher's Stone.

When I looked up, I saw a person walking into the library, and I was immediately shocked.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Slow down your breathing as much as possible and concentrate on conceiving the details of the novel.

Everything around me is just floating clouds.

Form is emptiness!

"Professor Quirrell! Good afternoon."

Harry seemed more excited.

He had already met Professor Quirrell once before entering the academy.

It’s just that Professor Quirrell was rather shy and was too embarrassed to shake hands with him.

This gave him better senses of Quirrell.

"William!"

Hermione kicked her foot and gave William a strange look.

Although he was a little curious in his heart, why did William ignore Professor Quirrell.

But he still stood up and explained: "William, he is composing a novel... quite... immersed."

"Oh! I understand!"

Quirrell gave an understanding smile.

Then he turned his attention to Harry.

"Are you studying?"

"Yes."

Before Hermione could say anything, scumbag Ron stood up first.

"Let's supplement our extracurricular knowledge."

Quirrell didn't even look at Ron, his eyes were fixed on Harry.

"Very well, I hope you won't disappoint me in Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow."

"Understood, Professor."

Harry and Ron looked at Quirrell's back with smiles on their faces.

This is the teacher’s encouragement to bad students!

Hermione didn't feel anything at all, she had been used to it since she was a child.

Quirrell, who had just taken a few steps, suddenly turned around.

"Professor, is there anything else?" Harry asked.

"Harry, you did great!"

Quirrell left a meaningful smile and turned to leave.

Harry looked confused.

What did I do?

Ron nudged Harry with his shoulder.

"Harry, Professor Quirrell admires you very much."

"Maybe, probably!"

"Behave better and you will become a good student in Professor Quirrell's eyes."

Ron glanced at Hermione provocatively.

It was as if he was the one being praised.

Hermione snorted and ignored Ron.

He backhanded the brainless guy back to William.

"Why didn't you say anything when the professor came just now? He is our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Do you want points to be deducted?"

William looked as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"I was imagining it and didn't notice it, but Professor Quirrell shouldn't be such a stingy person."

Harry interjected: "Professor Quirrell is very nice, Hermione, you are overthinking it."

nice people?

William took a deep look at Harry, hoping that he would remember his words when he knew the truth.

"By the way, what are Professor Quirrell doing here? Borrowing books?"

William's question made the three little ones stunned.

Try to think about it.

The three shook their heads.

"Could it be that he forgot what he wanted to do when he was talking to us?" Ron defended innocently: "Sometimes I am like this, I forget what I want to do when I talk to others."

"Maybe." William said.

Quirrell never spoke of him the whole time.

William didn't know whether what he did just now could avoid Voldemort's detection.

Before learning Occlumency, that was his only way.