A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 71 A Plan Full of Loopholes

"Have you been monitoring Harry Potter recently, have you noticed anything unusual?" Quirrell's expression became serious.

"Abnormal?" Owen pretended to think about it for a while, and then clapped his hands suddenly, "Yes! Harry always felt that he should not be sorted into Slytherin House, and suspected that someone interfered with the judgment of the Sorting Hat. He put this Hagrid told it, and Hagrid told Dumbledore . . . and Dumbledore made him wary of it."

"Professor, did you do this? Shall I try to mislead him?" Owen looked sincerely thinking about him.

Quirrell's expression became weird and puzzled. He shook his head and said, "We didn't do it, let him continue to investigate." He raised his chin and motioned Owen to continue talking.

"I have every reason to believe that Dumbledore has been paying close attention to Harry's every move." Owen's expression suddenly became extremely serious, "A few days ago we found a side in a room in the school that could show people's hearts. The mirror, Harry was obsessed with it, and then we met Dumbledore."

"Judging from what Dumbledore said at the time, he knew exactly what Harry was doing and even his inner thoughts, even though he had never had any contact with Harry at all."

"Oh, as it should be, this is what Dumbledore would do." Quirrell said with an inscrutable expression, "How could he not pay attention to Harry Potter?"

Owen gave him a strange look, and sincerely suspected that Quirrell was repeating someone's words to pretend to be profound.

"Well, that's all for the abnormal things. Besides, Harry Potter seems to be no different from ordinary people." He said lightly.

Quirrell nodded solemnly, and then said: "You have done a good job, but you are far from meeting the requirements of the Dark Lord."

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, under Dumbledore's nose, I can't tie Harry Potter here for you." Owen said helplessly, "Look, don't you also know about magic?" Is nothing going on with Shi?"

"I'll be able to help the master get the Philosopher's Stone soon, it's not far away..." Quirrell murmured.

"Hmm..." Owen looked eager to try, "Then how can I help?"

"It's enough for the master to have me, you don't need to know..." Quirrell suddenly paused in the middle of his words, and then said with aggrieved and reluctant expression: "Well, it's okay to tell you about my plan. "

Owen blinked his eyes.You don't really have to tell me, I don't want to know at all, really!
"The Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the door deep in the corridor of the restricted area on the fourth floor, and is protected by the numerous organs set up by the professors." Quirrell whispered, "I participated in the arrangement of the organs throughout, so I know all about it very well. organ."

"It's just tricks, I can easily pass." He sneered, "The gadgets arranged by other people are not as threatening as the giant monster I got in, so what can they defend?"

"Then your plan is..." Owen hugged his shoulders.

"At the Halloween banquet, all the teachers and students will gather in the auditorium. I will release a troll in the castle, then pretend to faint in the auditorium, and take advantage of everyone's attention. Checkpoint, take away the Philosopher's Stone for the master." Quirrell said proudly, "I always have a special way to deal with trolls."

Uh, what a simple, crude and single-minded plan... Are you really not the reckless people who graduated from Gryffindor?This plan seems to have been conceived by some nerd with a shrinking brain!
"Good... so amazing!" Owen applauded.

"Then what do you think of this plan, Owen?" Quirrell stared at him quietly, and asked softly.In that split second, his eyes became darker and colder, and he looked completely different.

Phew, Voldemort is online!

Owen felt a pain in his head, how about switching so conveniently!Seeing that you look bright and calm on the surface, who knows if your face behind is covered with blisters!

He thought about his rhetoric. This plan was obviously full of loopholes. Owen originally wanted to trick them, so he could agree with both hands and fool them.But the problem is, the current him is somewhat confused whether Voldemort in front of him is really stupid or not. It is hard to say whether the other party is testing him...

Judging from Owen's contact with the other party these days, Voldemort's mind is obviously still clear, and he is not as demented as shown in the original plot.After all, what he is in now is a real world, and various unexpected situations may occur. The plot of the original book can be referred to but must not be relied on.

After thinking about it for a moment, Owen decided to make an obvious but insignificant loophole: "Professor Quirrell is very good at dealing with trolls? If that's the case, how could you be stunned by a troll? The professors will definitely be suspicious. "

Voldemort tapped the table with his index finger and said softly, "That makes sense."

"Is there any more?" He asked with a half-smile.

Owen thought for a while, and asked the question he was most concerned about: "Professor, why do you think the Sorcerer's Stone is hidden behind that door?" This question is very important, because if he can't help Voldemort "get" the real The Sorcerer's Stone, this oath will not be lifted, and it will be very difficult for him.

"With all due respect, Professor, if one really wants to hide and protect something behind a door, why would one put the key to unlock it at the door?" Owen said softly, "For Dumbledore As far as Lido is concerned, even if he just carries the key with him, few people in this world would dare to think about the Sorcerer's Stone."

"That's an interesting question." A flash of excitement and sarcasm flashed across Voldemort's face, "Obviously, this is Dumbledore's challenge to me, even though he didn't know it was me he was facing. He is always too arrogant, confident that he can guarantee the safety of the Philosopher's Stone, and he wants to use this method to lure me."

"In that case, why didn't he just put a fake Philosopher's Stone there?" Owen said seriously, "That's the way to be safe, isn't it?"

"Don't question my judgment, Owen." Voldemort lazily raised his hand, "I can always make sure that the one in the door is real... The Dark Lord will never be fooled by illusions."

Has it been confirmed by some kind of incantation?Owen nodded, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to calculate in his heart.

Voldemort took a deep look at him, added some black medicinal ingredients to the cauldron in front of him, and tapped it lightly with his right index finger, making the flame under the cauldron burn more vigorously.The increasingly intense aroma permeated every space in the office, making Owen feel warm and in a trance.

"Did you practice the spell I taught you last time?" Voldemort said with a smile.

"Of course, yes, it's... amazing." Mentioning this, Owen instantly became sober.He lowered his eyes slightly, lest he couldn't help but look at the other person with a dog-like look.

"Yeah, that's a very interesting and masterful spell, and you've done a good job." Voldemort's voice had a serpentine tone, "But you haven't realized its true potential, because You don't really accept it... Magic is a force that is closely related to the mind, and your spells know what you think."

Owen just squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the rising steam in the crucible with some serious eyes.There was something wrong with the potion, he thought.

"Since there is still time today, let's continue with the lecture." Voldemort changed the topic lightly.

"Professor, I have to go to confinement tonight." Owen said seriously.Are you still addicted to being a professor, a deep role-playing fan?
"Ah, confinement..." Voldemort pondered, "Because of that interesting machine?" He suddenly smiled leisurely: "It is indeed a very interesting toy."

"There is still plenty of time, so sit down." He said unquestionably, pointing to the chair across the table, "I don't want to hear any more disobedient words, Owen."

Owen rolled his eyes in his heart, and sat down on the chair.

(End of this chapter)