Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

“Headmaster, you think too highly of me.”

Listening to their conversation, Harry laboriously raised his hand, trying to attract their attention, thinking, I'm not dead yet, can someone please help me?

Every part of his body ached, especially his head, which felt like it was about to split open when that impostor Quirrell turned to ashes.

Bang!

Harry's arm, which he had finally managed to raise, fell to the ground, the sound attracting their attention.

“I'll take Harry to the hospital wing first. We'll meet later to discuss what happened inside.”

Dumbledore glanced at Harry with concern. He hadn't noticed before, but now he saw that the boy was in a truly terrible state.

“Headmaster, this is the Philosopher's Stone!”

With that, Ethan took it out of his pocket. The achievement was already completed. Although Ethan wanted to keep the Philosopher's Stone for himself, he couldn't snatch food from Dumbledore's mouth just yet.

“The magic within this Philosopher's Stone has been completely depleted. It has lost its greatest function, so I'll leave it to you.”

Dumbledore smiled, and with a flash of fire, he disappeared with Harry in front of Ethan.

Magic depleted?

That meant that even if Voldemort had snatched it, it would have been useless.

However, for a wizard skilled in alchemy, even a Philosopher's Stone with depleted magic was still a rare treasure.

Even a small discovery made on this pinnacle of alchemical achievement would be a treasure.

He hadn't expected Dumbledore to be so generous.

After putting away the Philosopher's Stone, Ethan looked at the panel. He had just completed an achievement.

【Eternal Dream】

Yearning for the miracle of turning stone into gold, wealth is no longer an illusory cloud, dreams instantly transform into vivid reality, the fantasy of eternal life, time is no longer a ruthless blade, youth remains undiminished.

Achievement Goal: Obtain the Philosopher's Stone (1/1)

Achievement Reward: Alchemy: Construct Creation

A large amount of complex information flowed into Ethan's mind.

Construct Creation: Using metal or wood as materials, and combining them with alchemy to create magical construct networks, ultimately creating constructs that can obey commands.

They can be combat types or household types, but they must have a core to make the construct move.

The magic contained within the core, and the material strength of the construct, determine its final output efficiency.

It was a rather complex and precise thing. As for the strength, Ethan hadn't experimented yet and didn't know.

Overall, this reward was pretty good.

But just as Ethan was about to leave, he instantly felt annoyed. Dumbledore didn't even bother to take him along when he left.

He and Harry could use the Phoenix's Apparition, but Ethan could only return in place.

Leaving the fourth floor, Ethan first went to the Great Hall. If he wasn't mistaken, Cassandra was still waiting there.

The Weasley twins, whom Ethan had borrowed from her to say all sorts of things about Quirrell to Harry, were the same ones he had borrowed from her.

“Why are you the only one here? Where's Professor Quirrell?”

Seeing only Ethan return, Cassandra already had some guesses.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts curse was still in effect. Professor Quirrell didn't make it through the year.

“Professor Quirrell is fine, he's just somewhere else. The one just now was an impostor using Polyjuice Potion.”

Quirrell definitely wasn't dead. Dead people can't make Polyjuice Potion work, and the fake Quirrell needed a large amount of bodily tissue from Quirrell. After all, the Polyjuice Potion only lasts for an hour, and if he's still at Hogwarts, he needs to constantly drink Polyjuice Potion.

Usually, Polyjuice Potion contains hair, but Quirrell was already bald. So what exactly did he add to the Polyjuice Potion?

“So, you dealt with the fake Quirrell?”

“No, Harry dealt with him. I just provided some help.”

Ethan told the truth. He really did die at Harry's hands.

Seeing Cassandra's serious and intense thirst for knowledge, but not knowing how to start, Ethan simply said it directly.

“Forget it, I'll tell you. Voldemort was on Quirrell's body. Next semester, he'll be on that fake Quirrell's body. The fourth floor contains... In the end, Harry hugged Voldemort and directly burned him to ashes.”

There's no great use in hiding this. Pressure can instead urge her to improve her strength as soon as possible.

“Dumbledore actually let you participate in such a dangerous thing, and even let Voldemort stay at Hogwarts for a year? No, I'm going to tell my dad and have him go find Dumbledore. He's gone too far.”

With that, Cassandra ran towards the owlery. She was going to write a letter to her dad. Even if they couldn't send Dumbledore, the culprit who put the entire faculty and students in danger, to Azkaban, they had to give him some punishment to teach him a lesson.

When Ethan had her two followers say those words to Harry, he told her that it was a deal with Dumbledore.

Cassandra didn't take it seriously. A crippled professor, a useless Gryffindor, but she never expected that this was just an appearance, and that Voldemort was hidden inside.

“Wait, I was taken there by that fake Quirrell. It has nothing to do with Dumbledore.”

Ethan grabbed Cassandra's hand and pulled her back.

Not to mention that with Fudge as the useless minister, the Ministry of Magic would never admit that Voldemort had returned. There was also no benefit in needlessly arguing with Dumbledore.

Moreover, Dumbledore had given enough rewards. Guiding Harry was the opportunity to study with Nicolas Flamel, and this Philosopher's Stone with depleted magic should be the reward for Ethan being involved.

After appeasing Cassandra for a while, Ethan went to the hospital wing.

Harry was lying on the bed, still unconscious.

Dumbledore was being complained at by Madam Pomfrey, obediently lowering his head and taking the scolding, not daring to refute.

Harry's injuries were not ordinary. Looking at the frighteningly bruised skin and the head that looked a bit like a pig's head, these were just the most basic external injuries, and he would be fine after drinking two bottles of potion.

What really made him unconscious was the scar on his forehead. This scar had affected Harry's mind.

And in order to confirm what kind of relationship Harry's scar had with Voldemort, Dumbledore had to tell her the news that Voldemort had appeared at Hogwarts, and explain his own guess.

As a doctor, the last thing she wanted was for dangerous things to happen at the school, and Dumbledore, that old fox, actually dared to let Voldemort in.

Don't say Dumbledore didn't know. After knowing each other for so long, she wasn't clear about Dumbledore's scheming nature.

"I'm sorry, Poppy, but Ethan and I have something to discuss. Harry is in your care."

Without waiting for Madam Pomfrey's agreement, Dumbledore pulled Ethan out of the hospital wing.

"Headmaster, are you using me as a shield?"

"I wouldn't put it that way. We do have things to talk about, don't we?"

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed to be seen through.

The moment Harry fainted, he knew he was in for a scolding. That's why he specifically asked Ethan to come to the hospital wing; otherwise, he would have sent Ethan directly to the headmaster's office.

Inside the headmaster's office, Ethan recounted everything from when Voldemort took him away until Dumbledore appeared.

Dumbledore listened quietly.

The headmaster of Hogwarts has an unimaginable level of control over the school because the school itself is alive. The moment 'Fake' Quirrell died, he knew a wizard had died within the school. He would know immediately if a murder occurred.

But who was killed, he didn't know. That's why he rushed over with Fawkes, but he didn't know what exactly happened inside.

After all, ghosts, portraits, and suits of armor (770) that could act as cameras couldn't be placed just anywhere. Any of them would attract Voldemort's attention.

Besides knowing how Harry was injured and how Ethan defeated Voldemort, there was another piece of news.

Quirrell was still alive!

Dumbledore fell into thought. If he was still alive, he didn't know if he could still be saved.

He didn't know if this Quirrell was a fake. After all, Quirrell's mind became unstable after Voldemort possessed him. It wasn't impossible that his personality would change drastically again after being injured.

And where would Voldemort find so many fools to deceive? The cost of drinking Polyjuice Potion every hour was considerable.

"What do you think of Tom?"

Dumbledore wanted to know how Ethan viewed Voldemort, especially since Voldemort had always wanted to win Ethan over, though unsuccessfully.

"He has power but no brains. He knew the Sorcerer's Stone was a trap, and even though you noticed him, Headmaster, he still went for it, always following your lead without any ideas of his own."

"If he had changed his approach, since you let him into Hogwarts and even made him the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he could have created a magical trap and kidnapped a year of students to force you to hand over the Sorcerer's Stone. With the Stone, he could have used a Portkey to escape, and you wouldn't have been able to do anything about it."

Ethan directly stated his idea: over seventy wizards in one year, including Harry. In the first few days of school, very few of them knew any magic.

Under the pretext of Defense Against the Dark Arts practice, he could have taken them to a pre-prepared location, trapped them all, and set them on fire with Fiendfyre to threaten Dumbledore.

If Dumbledore dared to make a move, he would unleash the Fiendfyre and blow up the building. Magic is ineffective against Harry, but would falling stones from the building be ineffective?

Even Finate Incantatem wouldn't be fast enough. Finate Incantatem requires magical power to counteract the spell; it doesn't succeed the moment it's cast. This process takes time, but how long does it take for Fiendfyre to burn a young wizard to death? One or two seconds?

Dumbledore would definitely compromise.

After listening to Ethan's words, cold sweat broke out on Dumbledore's forehead.

Fortunately, Ethan wasn't involved with Voldemort, and Voldemort wasn't very smart.

Otherwise, if this plan were implemented, he really wouldn't have been able to do anything and would have had to hand over the empty shell of the Sorcerer's Stone.

[Thank you to the patron 15304 for the monthly ticket, thank you, patron!]

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Ownership of the House Cup

The exams were over, and there was still a week left before the summer holidays began.

There was no homework or classes this week; it was for the students to say goodbye, especially the seventh-year students. There might not be another chance to meet again.

The Quidditch final was also held this week, and Slytherin ultimately won.

The Ravenclaw Quidditch team members didn't seem to care. After all, they hadn't won the Quidditch championship in many years; this was just one more year.

Ravenclaw had the fewest number of people who liked Quidditch, which led to more than half of the team being girls in order to gather enough players.

You can't expect Ravenclaw girls to go head-to-head with the strong men from the other three houses to snatch the Quaffle.

Soon, the day for announcing the results arrived, and the vast majority of Hogwarts students crowded at the front of the Great Hall.

There were seven huge parchment announcements, one for each year, recording the scores of all the students. (The original text said that Hermione was first in her year, so there must be a ranking list; otherwise, how would the other students know their scores? At least Slytherin would never tell Gryffindor their scores.)

After the summer holidays began, the school owls would also send the grades to your home, which was what truly worried countless young wizards.

Ethan, Cassandra, and Hermione didn't join the crowd. They had plenty of time; looking at the grades sooner or later wouldn't change anything.

"I got a P in Transfiguration. It's terrible."

"Same here, but mine is in Potions."

"I've got you both beat. Not just Transfiguration, but Potions too, is a P."

Several Hufflepuff badgers squeezed out of the crowd, crestfallen.

"How could this be? Molly will kill me!"

"It's okay, I have a failing grade too."

A painful voice came from the crowd. Ethan recognized it as Ron, and only Harry was comforting him.

This instantly attracted Ethan's attention. What did Ron get on the exams, especially his Charms score? Ethan was quite interested.

There weren't many people left at this moment, so Ethan took the girls over.

Ron:

Potions: D

Herbology: P

Charms: T

Transfiguration: A

Defense Against the Dark Arts: A

History of Magic: A

Flying: A

Astronomy: P

No wonder Ron was like this. Out of eight subjects, four were failing, and four were barely passing. Charms was even the worst possible grade, a T (Troll).

But who gave the grade for Defense Against the Dark Arts?