The six of them ate hotpot and chatted until after 3 a. m. before parting ways.
They also made plans to go to the Forbidden Forest together the following night.
After enduring a long Potions Class, Vincent and Hermione went to the Headmaster's Office to collect data for their paper on the details of Transfiguration.
Dumbledore and Fawkes were not there; they were probably out and hadn't returned yet.
The Sword of Gryffindor on the shelf is also missing; it should be inside the Sorting Hat next to it.
The portraits of all the principals show them snoring.
"Hello, Mr. Hat," Vincent greeted him. "We meet again."
Hermione glanced warily at the doorway.
"Here you go." He handed over the Sorting Hat.
She hugged it to her chest, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Mr. Hat, may I try it on?"
"Sure."
With permission from the Sorting Hat, Hermione reached her little hand inside.
She looked up at Vincent as if she had touched something.
"Fine, you've become—what!"
Hermione noticed that his eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, so she subconsciously looked down at her palm.
There was no Sword of Gryffindor, only a very rough-looking but clean and bright red stone.
She stared blankly at the stone, which was slightly larger than her palm. "Could this be the Sorcerer's Stone?"
"Probably." Vincent glanced towards the door and, sure enough, saw Dumbledore appear by some unknown means.
He first placed Fawkes on a perch, then slowly approached the two men.
"Oh, it seems my little secret has been discovered."
Vincent realized what Rolf's gaze last night had meant.
It has always been said in the Wizarding World that when Newt Scamander first came to New York in his youth, he successfully captured Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord.
Looking back now, this outstanding student that Dumbledore always talked about was probably already being schemed against without even realizing it.
"Professor, is this the Sorcerer's Stone?"
Vincent looked at it with disdain. "I think the old stuff sold at Portobello Road looks more like the Sorcerer's Stone than this."
"It's true." Dumbledore picked up the Sorcerer's Stone from Hermione's hand. "I saw it at Nicolas Flamel's house when I was young."
Aside from the color being slightly faded, it's not much different from what it was half a century ago.
"Professor, I suddenly remembered that I haven't fed Gu Gu yet." Vincent felt a chill run down his spine.
"How about we come again next time?"
Dumbledore waved the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand. "Want to touch it?"
"In no mood."
"I'll probably add magic to it."
Vincent turned around, looking annoyed. "Professor, aren't you afraid Quirrell will guess it?"
"He can't take it away." Dumbledore put the Sorcerer's Stone back into the Sorting Hat. "Halloween is coming soon, and I have a feeling something's going to happen that day."
He sat down at the small table and waved his hand to summon a dish of honey candies.
Vincent wisely picked one up.
It has a sweet honey flavor, without any other strange or unusual tastes.
Hermione seemed to realize something and picked up one as well.
"Professor, we ran into Mr. Scamander's grandson last night."
"This means you two are very compatible."
Vincent smacked his lips with the candy in his mouth, "This time it tastes pretty good."
Dumbledore smiled and pushed the plate forward. "I have a very good memory."
Hermione, who seemed to understand but not quite, immediately grasped the whole story from the sight of the two people, one with a mournful face and the other smiling without saying a word.
Nicolas Flamel knew that someone coveted the Sorcerer's Stone, which is why she moved it from Gringotts to Hogwarts.
The room on the fourth floor was not actually a trap, but a trial for the students.
Who is the student who always goes out at night?
Vincent, whose face looked as bitter as a gourd, had probably caught Dumbledore's eye a long time ago.
Gradually reveal Quirrell's true colors, and give the entire school another good lesson. (Part 7)
She understood, but she didn't know why.
Vincent, though his mouth tasted sweetness, felt incredibly bitter inside, even though he knew why.
He repeatedly tried to stop Draco from making friends, inadvertently making himself, who often went out at night, a better choice in Dumbledore's eyes.
Led by a group of outstanding students, the entire Hogwarts student body finally exposed Quirrell's true colors and successfully protected the unique Sorcerer's Stone.
This kind of vision is worthy of someone who is a school principal.
Unfortunately, Harry was too ordinary, so ordinary that he didn't seem like the Chosen One at all.
Without Hermione's help, he probably wouldn't even have been able to get past the adorable Fluffy.
The magic of love?
Who knows if Quirrell can hold out right now?
Vincent is now eager to tell everyone about Voldemort.
He hesitated several times before finally keeping his mouth tightly shut.
Dumbledore was secretly observing him the whole time.
"Vincent, is there something you want to say?"
"Professor, should I have one?"
Seeing that he was pretending to be stupid again, Dumbledore calmly picked up a candy and said, "Everyone has secrets, including me."
With this hint in mind, Vincent felt reassured.
Voldemort was a master of Legilimency, and he couldn't believe that someone so skilled in strategy wouldn't be.
Either they are born with exceptional talent as masters of Occlumency, or they are unwilling to use this method.
But whichever it is, it is certain that Dumbledore has changed his mind.
"Professor, what do you want me to do?"
"Follow your heart and do what you should do."
Vincent stopped making a face and asked, "What if I fail?"
"You won't." Dumbledore winked playfully.
"You know everything?"
"I speak many languages, including Owlman."
Not only Vincent, but even Hermione was startled.
It kept Gu Gu, and it really did speak owl language.
So the big box under the bed...
"Professor, what if something unexpected happens?"
"Fawkes will appear."
An old, frail phoenix, on the verge of rebirth.
Absolutely fantastic!
Even if Quirrell is incredibly resilient, he'd probably be seriously injured after just one hit.
But if it were Voldemort, Vincent really wouldn't be so confident.
"Oh, right." Dumbledore looked at the Sorting Hat on the shelf.
"Things created by Goblin can not only absorb things that can strengthen them, but also possess a certain degree of magic resistance."
Vincent sighed softly. "Professor, I have a feeling that Quirrell has some other secrets."
"Quirinus is very vigilant and won't be easily taken down by you."
He returned a look that said, "We'll see."
It's just a headscarf.
But Dumbledore's strange look seemed to be hinting at something.
That night, only one part of Quirrell was not examined.
"Professor, can we get down to business now?"
"Anytime is fine."
Vincent stared longingly at the Elder Wand the whole time.
Dumbledore tightened his grip slightly.
"Professor..."
"Not today, child."