Hogwarts: I rely on MC to pretend to be an alchemy professor

"You only need to take a look to know. You have seen that deformed face caused by the erosion and deformation of black magic." Dumbledore said calmly.

"You... the mysterious man died eleven years ago. He was killed by the child in Godric's Hollow and defeated by Harry Potter. He was just an ordinary dark wizard, and this Dark wizard, Quirrell, as a dark wizard, will be cursed..."

Fudge swallowed and paused: "I will not kill him with the Death Curse, nor will it be a kiss from a dementor. An ordinary dark wizard, Azkaban can imprison him, he Can't escape."

"He is not a mysterious man, he is just an ordinary dark wizard. A brave dark wizard who dares to stand under your nose, an ordinary... dark wizard!"

Dumbledore sighed. He was indescribably disappointed with Fudge at this time. If Fudge could really get the Aurors to give Voldemort a death curse, he wouldn't have done so, because that meant that although Fudge was afraid of Voldemort, he was still afraid of him. At least I still believe in the fact that Voldemort is alive.

At this moment, Dumbledore could see from Fudge's trembling expression that although Fudge believed in the fact that Voldemort was resurrected, for the sake of his position as Minister of Magic, he actually pretended to be blind and sent Voldemort to Azkaban.

The difference between that and letting him go directly is only one or two steps to increase or decrease.

"You can take a look at his face." Dumbledore finally asked with even a little bit of hope in his heart.

"...I've seen it, I know this face. This is Quirinaz Quilo, Dumbledore...you old fool..." Fudge quickly shook his head, turned around and was about to leave behind him. The two Aurors dragged Quirrell away from the ground.

Kayson frowned and looked at Dumbledore, who nodded helplessly.

The next moment, a withered skull flew directly towards Quirrell, but this time it did not explode, but merged into Quirrell's flesh and blood. Quickly, Quirrell's body began to collapse.

Like a piece of charcoal from beginning to end, it turns into crumbs with just the slightest touch.

Then a line of black smoke floated out from Quirrell's body and slowly dissipated in the air.

"...Kesen Heath...His...No, Professor Kesen, seeing as you killed a dark wizard this time, the Ministry of Magic won't care." Fudge's face There was a trace of joy on his face, but he still said it firmly.

"You'd better call me Mr. Heath."

Fudge's face darkened, but he still didn't say anything and quickly left Hogwarts with the two Aurors.

"...This Fudge..." Kayson asked from the window, looking at the three people from the Ministry of Magic leaving Hogwarts territory.

"He wasn't like this many years ago. Although he can't be called brave, at least...forget it." Dumbledore sat on the chair: "You did a good job. Even if you don't take action, I will arrange for someone to do it." Quirrell in Azkaban."

"It's only a fool's business to let an enemy escape from under your nose, let alone two." Kaisen said quietly.

"Um........"

"By the way, last time I went to France, I met Nicole Flamel."

Dumbledore still nodded, but in fact he had already thought of a reason to run away later.

"He said to give me the magic stone when you're done using it."

"Oh...Did he say anything else?"

"He also said...ahem...what does Dumbledore know about alchemy, and what use can the Philosopher's Stone do in his hands?"

Dumbledore couldn't help but blush. He took off his glasses with some embarrassment and wiped them with a velvet cloth.

"...Wait until the end of this semester."

"You still owe me... Let me do the math. The annual salary of the last alchemy professor was..."

"It's here, take it." Dumbledore took out an irregular red gem from his pocket and placed it on the desk.

Kaysen picked up the Sorcerer's Stone, and what was different from the last time was that he somehow felt the magic power of the Sorcerer's Stone begin to flow towards him.

"Huh? Can you feel this kind of magic power fluctuation?"

Dumbledore looked over and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"It doesn't hurt, just let it go."

"It seems I have to study this so-called magic stone." Kaison murmured.

"That's all for later. What you need most now is another thing. Did you forget about the final exam?" Dumbledore reminded.

"I will...I'll go to the hospital wing first to see those four naughty kids."

After arriving at the hospital wing, Kayson found Madam Pomfrey and was relieved to learn that Ron had woken up.

It's a pity that I came in a hurry and didn't bring any fruit basket, but there were still carnations.

He rubbed his fingers, picked out four carnations and went inside.

"Congratulations to you four, you successfully survived under the dark wizard's wand."

Harry smiled. It seemed that the physical injuries Quirrell had inflicted on him did not cause any serious problems to him.

"By the way, Professor, the one behind Quirrell's head..."

"You guessed it right, it's that person." Kaisen nodded.

Harry and Neville's originally calm faces suddenly fell.

"But now he is dead, although not necessarily dead."

"Not necessarily dead..."

"Wait a minute, Harry, what are you talking about?" Ron asked.

"Well... just tell me, even though others may not believe it." Kaysen shrugged and said to Harry.

Harry also took a breath: "Voldemort is not dead, he grew on the back of Quirrell's head."

The ward was silent for a while.

"Really?" Ron and Hermione both looked at Kaysen.

"That's right, although he died this time, he may not be dead. Maybe it's like eleven years ago, but you shouldn't spread this matter, it's easy to cause panic."

"But professor, why? Such a big devil is still alive..."

"If you are the Minister of Magic, or a senior official, I would be happy to let you spread the word, but unfortunately you are not. In fact, Dumbledore wanted to tell Fudge that Voldemort was not dead not to cause panic in the magic world, but to organize people to kill him."

"Did Fudge agree?" Ron asked.

"... Uh-huh." Kaysen gave him a speechless expression.

"Okay." The four little wizards all lowered their heads in frustration.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing. You didn't take my words to heart. You didn't make the right choice between a Philosopher's Stone and four lives, so Gryffindor will deduct... 40 points. If you can, make up for it within two classes." When Kaysen was about to leave the hospital wing, he quickly leaned back and added.

[Because I set the author to say something in the third chapter, the review will be slower, probably until the morning. ]