The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

Obviously, Quirrell's head was covered with a turban that was thicker than that of an Indian. Logically speaking, he wouldn't be hurt if he bumped it.

But Quirrell howled miserably as if he had suffered some fatal injury and fainted.

This scene shocked the rest of the audience nearby. Everyone stood up in panic and tried to put Quirrell down.

But this is wasted effort.

[The Upside Down Golden Bell], as a creation of Snape, has a special ability to break curses just like [The Shadowless Blade].

A group of students who didn't even know what kind of evil curse Quilo had been cast around him for a long time and used [Stop the Curse] but couldn't rescue him.

In the rush, one of them even fell on Snape, forcing him to stop casting spells.

Of course, Snape had no intention of rescuing Quirrell, but glanced at the crowd thoughtfully, then sneered and watched the show.

Taking advantage of the chaos during this period, John had returned to his original position early.

"You did a great job, John, I knew you could do it!" Ron shouted excitedly, "You are simply our savior! Thanks to you, Harry won! Haha! We won!"

Hearing this, John glanced towards the field and saw Harry holding a small golden ball with wings in his hand and showing it to everyone.

Upon seeing this, a series of cheers like a mountain roaring and a tsunami rang out from the stands where he was.

Hagrid kept waving his fists in excitement.

Michelle was still eating snacks with her head covered, occasionally taking time to applaud.

Hermione next to her hugged her early and screamed.

In sharp contrast to them was the mask of pain on Draco's face.

John couldn't understand this, so he could only sit next to Draco expressionlessly, listening to Draco's meaningless complaints.

After 10 minutes, the game officially ended.

Draco seemed unable to accept the fact that his college had lost, and immediately fled the stands.

Harry took off his protective gear and joined John and others.

"It was Snape who did it," Ron explained to Harry. "All of us saw it. He was chanting a spell on your broomstick before, so you lost control of it! Thanks to John who went up to stop him, Otherwise it will be all over!"

Harry said excitedly:

"John, I really don't know how to thank you. You have helped me so many times! You...really, I..."

"You can say thank you later, but there is one thing I must correct."

John waved his hand and interrupted him, "The person who cast the Confusion Curse on you during the game was not Professor Snape, but Quirrell. At that time, he also muttered and stared at you to cast the spell. So, I cast the Confusion Curse on him. He cast a curse and interrupted his spellcasting. And I believe you have seen the result."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"But... but the commotion caused by Professor Quirrell's curse also interrupted Snape's spellcasting." Hermione said angrily, "There's no way to prove who is right between the two of them. Sharp hands!"

Ron also muttered:

"That's right, maybe Snape was discovered by Professor Quirrell when he used the Confusion Curse on Harry, so Professor Quirrell is preparing to save Harry!"

John frowned when he heard this and said:

"Why do you think this is what Professor Snape did? Although others are a little more cautious, they would not do such a thing."

Harry's expression froze. He quickly exchanged glances with Ron and Hermione, and finally said as if he had made up his mind:

"Meet me in the foyer at ten tonight and I'll tell you why."

After saying that, Harry, Hermione and Ron sneaked back to the castle like thieves.

This left John speechless.

Fortunately, he had no intention of mediating the relationship between Harry and Snape. Recalling Snape's warning to him yesterday, he happily took Michelle with him to Hagrid's place to 'research new dishes'. I made a spicy hot pot meal in the name.

……

Night soon fell over Hogwarts Castle.

Perhaps because he was too sad, Draco went to bed early today.

John, who had been playing with Michelle all day, didn't remember his agreement with Harry until he finished washing up, and slowly arrived at the foyer.

"You're late, John!"

Harry suddenly burst out from the corner and said.

John waved his hand and said:

"Okay, my bad, my bad. But what exactly did you want me to see?"

Hearing this, Harry looked around carefully and saw that no one had noticed them, so he pulled John to the fourth floor.

"Do you remember the night of the midnight duel?" Harry pointed to a door leading to the right corridor on the fourth floor. "We got lost after the duel that day, and ended up here accidentally."

John's brows jumped and he quickly understood what Harry meant.

"What did you find there?"

Listening to John's inquiry, Harry couldn't help but smile proudly and said:

"It's hard for me to describe to you what I saw, so I have to let you witness it with your own eyes. But please be careful not to be scared."

As he spoke, Harry took out his wand and used magic to open the locked door.

The scene in the corridor unfolded in front of John.

There stood a monstrous three-headed dog, its body so huge that it almost filled all the space from the ceiling to the floor.

Almost as soon as Harry opened the door, the six vicious eyes locked on John and others outside the door.

"Snapped--"

Harry slammed the door shut again.

At this moment, he was no longer as proud as before. He swallowed nervously and said in a trembling voice:

"Did you see that monster? There was a trap door under it, and it was the guard of that door. On the day Hagrid took me to Diagon Alley, he first went to Gringotts to pick up a trap door. It's a treasure, he told me. It was stored with Dumbledore by an old friend. I dare say that the treasure must be hidden under that trap door now! As for why I said Snape is a bad guy..."

Harry paused and then continued, "Just yesterday, Snape's leg was injured. He must have wanted to sneak into the trap door to steal the treasure, but he was injured by the three-headed dog! I'm not talking nonsense, you know..."

Harry continued to elaborate on his thoughts.

But John was no longer in the mood to listen.

John is not actually a fan of Harry Potter.

He has neither read the novel nor watched the movie, and all he knows about the series of stories comes from some easter eggs and analytical videos on the short video platform.

Well, what impressed him most was the performance art (crossed out) performed by Hermione and Voldemort's COS fans, and the video of the demonic dance.

Therefore, his understanding of the plot development of this world has always been in a rather vague and fragmented state.

The three-headed dog just now was like a bolt of lightning striking into his mind, connecting all his scattered memories together.

He remembered!

The little brown bag that Hagrid brought with him that day at the Leaky Cauldron, that treasure that exuded delicious magical power that he had never experienced before, was the Philosopher's Stone!

That is the treasure of the legendary alchemist Nico Flamel!

A supreme masterpiece of alchemy that claims to be able to turn stone into gold and create the elixir of immortality!

That treasure is hidden under that trap door?

Words can't describe John's excitement at this moment.

Although the magic stone is most likely not under the trap door at this time.

But as long as this information is known, obtaining the Magic Stone is almost a certainty.

Recalling the wonderful and delicious magic power from the Philosopher's Stone, John couldn't help but lick his lips, and the corners of his mouth quickly raised, creating a bright smile on his face.

At the same time, looking at John's smile, Harry felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

He suddenly felt that telling John about this might not be a good choice.