DNF Meets Harry Potter

Dumbledore couldn't help smiling when he looked at Harry, who was flushed, incoherent and explaining with gestures. I can't help but sigh in my heart that young people are full of vitality, unlike my old bones, which have long been useless.

"Harry, take it easy. Sit down and talk slowly."

Dumbledore smiled, as if he already knew the purpose of everyone's visit, and was not surprised at Harry's words.

While the Elder Wand was waving, the skills of the world's number one transfiguration master were revealed. Four exquisite chairs immediately appeared behind them out of thin air.

Carl looked at Dumbledore's profound magical attainments, and couldn't help feeling a little envious. He can do this too, but he is definitely not as good as Dumbledore in handling the details, and it will take some time.

After the four of them sat down, Dumbledore asked leisurely, "Children, can you tell me where you got the news about the Philosopher's Stone?"

Heh~, heh~. Wasn't this information leaked out on purpose by you secretly?

Karl has already seen through the old Dengtou's trick. He said you tell your story, I just watch the show as a melon-eating crowd.

Sure enough, Hermione quickly answered Dumbledore's question.

"Professor, Hagrid accidentally revealed that the thing hidden under the trapdoor was related to Nicole Flamel, and we checked a lot of magic books in the library before finally confirming that it was the Philosopher's Stone. You said we guessed Is it right."

The little girl looked at Dumbledore hesitantly after finishing speaking. She was sure that the thing had a high probability of being the Philosopher's Stone, but she couldn't be 100% sure.

"Perfect reasoning. Yes, the thing hidden under the trapdoor is the Philosopher's Stone that my old friend Nicole Flamel gave me. And he asked me to "dispose" of it."

At this point, Dumbledore also had a showdown. After all, now that the truth has come out, the treasure hunt game can be declared over, and the next step is the game of defending the Sorcerer's Stone.

"Then why do you doubt Professor Snape? As Head of Slytherin, he has no reason to do so."

Dumbledore asked such a question, and said silently in his heart that even if Professor McGonagall fell to Voldemort one day, Snape would not be able to really do things for him. He wished that the Dark Lord would die soon so that he could kneel in front of Lily's grave next confession...

"What happened on Quidditch, Snape's bite wound by Lu Wei, and the battle in the Forbidden Forest last night, and the person who worked for the Dark Lord was always dressed in black, and his body was about the same size. Isn't that enough?"

Harry hurriedly repeated his earlier point.

After listening to Harry's words, Dumbledore did not answer immediately this time. Instead, he stroked his beard and looked away into the distance, lost in thought. He had to think about the relationship.

After a long time, he spoke slowly: "The battle in the Forbidden Forest last night? Who and who, Harry, can you tell me in detail?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes shone brightly, and he could see that he was very interested in the matter.

"It was a wizard wearing a purple wizard robe. His clothes were extremely gorgeous, and there were many flame-shaped patterns engraved on it that I couldn't understand. He was fighting Voldemort at the time, and the forbidden area within a hundred meters of their battlefield The forest has become a piece of scorched earth."

Harry immediately stated the matter in full.

"Besides, that purple-robed wizard is not much taller than Professor Flitwick..."

"Although I couldn't see their faces because of the huge hoods on the two of them. But I'm sure the dark wizard is Voldemort, because my scar hurts so much at that time..."

Carl still kept a calm smile on his face when he heard Harry's statement, but his heart tightened suddenly, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

As expected, Dumbledore did not move after hearing the first half of Harry's sentence. As soon as the second half of the sentence came, a gleam of light immediately lit up in his eyes.

Remembrance!

Carl frantically runs the brain defense technique and fabricates false memories.

Dumbledore fell silent again. But Karl understood that he seemed to be thinking, but he was actually using Dementor to spy on everyone's real memories. Because in Dumbledore's eyes, the purple-robed wizard was beyond his control, and this matter had to be clarified. In the matter of the Philosopher's Stone, there is no room for any mistakes.

Yes, Dumbledore was playing with fire.

"Carl, why are your hands covered with bandages, and why are there scars on your face?"

Dumbledore stopped thinking and asked suddenly.

"Huh? Oh, it's such a professor. I accidentally made a mistake when I was practicing the magic of "Fragmentation" yesterday..."

Facing Dumbledore's question, Karl's superb acting skills at the Oscar level were activated instantly, and he looked sincere?

"Then you went to Madam Pomfrey for the wound treatment?"

Dumbledore continued to ask with a smile.

Karl secretly scolded the old fox for not worrying at all, and if he was not paying attention to the line with him, he would overturn the car.

"It's just a small injury, it doesn't matter. I didn't bother Madam Pomfrey, after all, she is very busy every day."

Carl replied lightly, there is only one school doctor in the seven grades in the four colleges of Hogwarts, and some accidents are inevitable during class. The implication is that he was too lazy to queue up, so he took care of it himself.

"So that's how it is. But the curse of "split" is not within the teaching scope of the first grade..."

"Professor, as a knowledgeable Ravenclaw, shouldn't it be a routine operation to learn some super-class magic in advance? Otherwise, the giant monster on Halloween would not be so easy to deal with..."

Carl immediately put up the lie he had just woven, and by the way, constructed a scene in his mind where he learned the spell and rolled over.

Master tricks. The move is fatal...

Although Dumbledore still had some doubts in his heart, he couldn't read Carl's true inner thoughts through his inattentive mind-taking, coupled with his impeccable speech. This gave him the illusion that his nerves were really too sensitive.

After he saw the picture he extracted from Harry, it should be just a coincidence that Karl, who was only in the first grade, would not have that kind of strength for a wizard who could fight that kind of dark wizard to that extent.

Dumbledore rubbed his forehead with his hand, looking very headache. Voldemort's affairs hadn't been settled yet, and now a mysterious wizard in purple robes popped up again, which made him feel very tired.

And Harry and Ron watched Dumbledore fall into thinking again, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious, thinking that the professor didn't believe them.

"Professor, we are absolutely not lying, don't you believe us?"

Carl stroked the bandage wrapped around his hand, and sighed in his heart: "Yes, you are not lying. No, you are not even qualified to lie in front of the professor. Under the instigating mind, there is no secret to keep." I am the only one who has been lying and misleading the professor from beginning to end..."

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