In fact, Dumbledore's prediction was entirely correct.
When they arrived at the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey stormed over angrily as soon as she saw the dejected Harry.
"Headmaster Dumbledore! I think you, as the headmaster, should reflect on your own actions. How could you let Death Eaters become a professor?"
Madam Pomfrey had clearly heard about Quirrell.
"This is absolutely terrible!" Madam Pomfrey angrily. "How many times has this happened already? Headmaster Dumbledore, you should be more selective when hiring Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. At the very least, you shouldn't be letting those dark wizards and Death Eaters in."
Dumbledore chuckled, his beard twitching, showing neither anger nor rebuttal.
He's used to it.
Although the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor was indeed cursed by Voldemort, to the point that all the professors were somewhat strange, ultimately, as the headmaster, he couldn't escape this responsibility.
"If you tell me next year that the Voldemort has become the professor of this course, I won't be surprised at all," Madam Pomfrey continued, still lamenting.
Dumbledore suddenly became very interested in the ceiling of the Hospital Wing, staring intently at the chandelier.
After Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, he lowered his head and winked at Silan, as if to say: See? I told you so.
"Alright, you two, stand still. I need to check you out."
Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and dipped it into a light blue bottle.
A blue light shone from the wand, gently landing on Silan and Harry, softly enveloping them.
"Thank goodness," Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief, "Although there are some signs of Dark Magic, it's nothing serious. If only our great headmaster had been a little more careful..."
At the end, Madam Pomfrey subtly made another sarcastic remark about Dumbledore.
Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time and the current headmaster of Hogwarts, suddenly became very interested in the medical cart next to him and began to study the bottles and jars on it with great interest.
Madam Pomfrey sighed and arranged for Harry to stay in Ron's ward, while Silan was placed in another empty ward.
Dumbledore peeked out the door at Silan, then turned to Madam Pomfrey and said, "May I speak with him for a moment? It won't take much time."
"Well, Headmaster, what can you do when you're the headmaster?" Madam Pomfrey sighed helplessly.
Headmaster Dumbledore, shameless as ever, squeezed his way in.
He was tall, and even when he was sitting in a chair, he was still noticeable at a glance.
Dumbledore glanced quickly at Madam Pomfrey, and seeing that she wasn't looking this way, quietly asked Silan, "Want some candy?"
"If it weren't Cockroach Clusters..."
"That's perfect, I think you'll like Lemon Sherbet." Dumbledore quickly poured a candy into Silan's palm and popped one into his own mouth.
It seems the little wizards don't really like Cockroach Clusters.
To be honest, Silan really couldn't accept making candy into that grotesque shape. Apart from Dumbledore, he had never seen anyone like eating Cockroach Clusters.
Dumbledore patiently chatted with him about various things, showing concern for his studies and life like a homeroom teacher.
He himself seemed to be enjoying it, really appreciating the feeling of chatting with the little wizard.
Moreover, he was surprised to find that although Silan was very young, he had his own unique insights into many things.
"Ah... speaking of this matter," Dumbledore finally got to the point, "I must apologize to you, Silan. I never imagined you would get involved in these things."
"You did very well, bravely and calmly, undoubtedly the work of an excellent student," Dumbledore praised. "While this cannot undo the damage you suffered, I think perhaps a reward, or rather, compensation, is warranted."
"Tell me, son, what do you want? Extra points or anything else, I'll take it." Dumbledore winked at him. "As the headmaster, I have that much authority."
"Anything is fine, Principal?" Silan asked.
"If I could do it," Dumbledore said with a smile, having eaten another candy.
"Then I want the Philosopher's Stone," Silan said bluntly.
Dumbledore gulped down the candy in his mouth. "Child, this..."
He never imagined that Silan would be so outrageous in his demands.
This almost made him think Silan was Gryffindor student.
Because of Voldemort's thirst for the Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore Philosopher's Stone.
"Don't misunderstand, Professor," Silan quickly explained, "I just wanted to see the Philosopher's Stone."
"I've recently been studying Alchemy, and the Philosopher's Stone, as the greatest masterpiece of the 14th-century Alchemy Nicolas Flamel, is something any wizard who wants to learn Alchemy would want to see."
"Oh? You actually know Nicolas Flamel?"
Dumbledore relieved, and his tone became relaxed and cheerful again.
The fact that the child could ask to see the Philosopher's Stone in front of him was enough to prove that he had no ulterior motives.
In Silan's opinion, now that the Philosopher's Stone was already in Dumbledore's hands, it would be unwise to try anything funny with it.
It's better to be direct and look at it in front of him.
All he needs to do is touch the Philosopher's Stone.
"I saw it in a book," Silan replied. "The book says you and he are good friends."
"Yes, yes," Dumbledore nodded repeatedly, smiling, "I'm truly happy for him, as a friend, that a little wizard like you would remember him."
"Oh, you want to see the Philosopher's Stone?" Dumbledore took out the Philosopher's Stone and handed it to Silan.
Although Silan caught a quick glimpse of the Philosopher's Stone through the Trapdoor, he was too rushed and didn't see it clearly.
The Philosopher's Stone now lay quietly in Dumbledore's hand, right next to him.
At this distance, Silan could clearly see that the red Philosopher's Stone had many irregular facets.
Like a mirror, the figures of Silan and Dumbledore were reflected on both sides.
Occasionally, dappled light and shadow fell upon the Philosopher's Stone, and amidst the flickering light, Silan could faintly see tiny Ancient Runes on it.
However, from its appearance, the Philosopher's Stone is a giant, natural ruby, with each facet exuding a natural aura.
Even though it's covered with tiny Ancient Runes, it doesn't detract from the overall visual appeal.
Both in appearance and function, the Philosopher's Stone is undoubtedly the jewel in the crown of Alchemy.
Silan took the Philosopher's Stone and selected it as the last alchemical item she would touch.
[Without a doubt, this is the jewel in the crown of Alchemy. But you'd better be careful, it might fall and hit your foot.]
[Alchemy Item: Philosopher's Stone (Already Accessed)]
Silan was overjoyed.
It's done!