NABC Chapter 113 The Intruder
Chapter 113 The Intruder
Chapter 113 The Intruder
"It has to be Professor Quirrell. He's a master at making villainous remarks. There are five people in the room where the Philosopher's Stone is kept, deep in the fourth-floor corridor. Three of them should have been in the Ministry of Magic."
The five people looked at the surveillance camera in front of them.
Since Ryan made the suggestion, Dumbledore has installed surveillance cameras in every room of the Philosopher's Stone level.
The surveillance footage was originally available to view in the principal's office, but this was later changed so that it could be carried around and viewed at any time.
"Although it's not Voldemort's face, it certainly has Voldemort's style."
"It's clear that he not only ignored the power of magical creatures, but also overlooked the role of Muggle creations."
"A little devil who's overly superstitious about power."
"But how could it be him! I've been tricked? We've been tricked? Albus, didn't you say to send Severus to test him?" The short Charms professor, Flitwick, screamed.
"Perhaps." Ryan stared at Quirinas Quirrell on the monitor screen; it was the man who had just sighed.
Although the group had doubts about Quirrell from the beginning, especially Dumbledore, who even asked Snape to test him.
But Snape returned and told Dumbledore it was definitely not Voldemort, because Voldemort could not have been threatened by him.
Dumbledore and Lane had initially believed Quirrell's words, but after Ron was controlled by the magical coins, they realized that the current Voldemort was different from the past and could not be taken lightly.
"Although we've already left ourselves a way to protect ourselves from Madam Pomfrey, and Ron is also under our protection—"
Ryan shook his head. In order not to arouse Voldemort's suspicion, these life-saving measures could only save lives, not prevent damage.
Although when he made the suggestion, he could have foreseen that many faculty and students remaining in the castle would be harmed as a result.
However, he couldn't say in front of the entire school, "I'm leaving now, and no one will get hurt."
Because if they did that, the plan to hunt Voldemort would be tantamount to admitting defeat.
"There's really no need to worry too much. We've already left behind measures to protect the students. Besides, this is Hogwarts Castle," Dumbledore said. After many years, as he carried out the plan to hunt down Voldemort, he once again revealed what it meant to be the first true follower of the Dark Lord.
"Headmaster, even inside the castle, perhaps no one will die as a result, but many will definitely be injured," Ryan said.
Furthermore, Cerberus was hung up and beaten, and it looks like it was seriously injured. Hagrid would definitely shed a tearful farewell if he found out...
He hurriedly banished the unbearable images from his mind.
Noticing Flitwick's downcast expression, he thought for a moment, then took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to him.
Flitwick took the chocolate, kneaded it in his hand, and rationally accepted that his student had completely sided with Voldemort. After all, what family doesn't have a good-for-nothing child?
However, as a teacher, he couldn't emotionally accept his students' behavior.
"Also, Principal, you said back then that these challenges were meant for first-year wizards to pass, probably to prepare Harry Potter as a savior—" Ryan watched Quirrell casually pass the first few challenges on the monitor and was speechless. He could only say that plans can't keep up with changes.
Dumbledore was also helpless. He wasn't a prophet, so how could he know how things would develop? "Especially since Quirrell is also the professor who sets up the challenges. We can't deliberately increase the difficulty so that he'll notice—"
The group watched helplessly as Voldemort shattered Professor McGonagall's Wizarding Chessboard amidst sparks and lightning, faced the flames set up by Professor Snape, and then arrived unscathed in the room where Ryan had set up the Nightmare Mirror. "To be honest, looking back on that setup, it felt like trying to charm a blind man—" Ryan was utterly helpless. The challenge he had intended to use to test Harry Potter and the others had been utterly destroyed by Voldemort, this fish-frying guy who had mistakenly wandered into the beginner's village, and what's more, he could only watch helplessly as Voldemort destroyed his mirror!
This mirror is very expensive!
If they really put down a price, those goblins from Gringotts could offer tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Galleons to buy it!
This mirror is the core of a legacy left by a master of transformation!
Ryan's heart was bleeding, and beautiful Chinese phrases, with the family genealogy as their radius, welled up in his mouth.
Considering that people were watching, he swallowed those words back.
Therefore, he sincerely intended to give Voldemort a small welcoming ceremony when he stepped into this place.
Thinking it and doing it, he began to use Transfiguration to arrange some landscapes. "What a weak protection," the intruder sneered. In his memory, Dumbledore had even limited the mirror's abilities.
He almost burst out laughing. If this mirror were to operate at full power thanks to the magic of Hogwarts Castle, even he would have to put in some effort.
"Dumbledore is really getting old, he's getting dementia."
He picked up the somewhat cracked mirror, intending to bestow it upon his loyal subordinates, if he still had any, after announcing his return to the magical world.
"The Philosopher's Stone is just ahead. But I don't really remember what kind of final layer of protection Dumbledore had put in place."
He understood that the last room would be his greatest challenge, but given Dumbledore's senility and his deliberate arrangement of these ineffective obstacles, he was quite at ease.
After all, what kind of arrangements could an old wizard who actively reduces the difficulty of levels possibly make?
Obviously not!
In addition, those who watch Quidditch matches and those who are awarded medals by the Ministry of Magic are also awarded medals by the Ministry of Magic.
Both pieces of information were obtained through his extensive investigation, based on feedback from many junior wizards who possessed gold coins; everyone was saying the same thing.
That is naturally 100% accurate.
The advantage lies with me!
With excitement and enthusiasm, he strode confidently into the last room.
Hmm, where am I? Did I go to the wrong place?
Did they set a key on that door?
He couldn't believe his eyes.
A banner came into view, which read in large characters: "A warm welcome to Mr. Tom Riddle, the noseless man, to guide the protection of the Philosopher's Stone!"
Below the banner is a picture of a monster without a nose! I don't know who provided it.
On the other side of the banner was a list of members who were welcome to visit and provide guidance:
1. A failed educator.
2. Failed reformers.
3. Failed college professors.
4. The failed prophet and his junior.
5. An alchemist with poor skills.
In front of the banner, five people, some young, some middle-aged, and some old, looked at him with different expressions.
A magical light screen floated in mid-air in front of the five people, displaying the situation in each room along their journey.
In other words, he was under the watchful eyes of others the whole way, like a clown on a stage!
Suddenly, a deafening voice rang out: Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome!!!
Tom, who appeared here with Quirrell's face: ? ? ?
For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the silence or the cheers were louder.
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