Old Mischief-Maker, Tell Me About the Sorcerer's Stone

"Alright everyone, but Professor Snape is a teacher at the school. If we suspect him, shouldn't we also tell Dumbledore?" Muya decided to leave the problem for Dumbledore to solve, since he was the Headmaster.

"Oh Ya Mu, we really should hurry and tell Headmaster Dumbledore." Hermione placed her cup on the table excitedly.

Harry and the others had no objections, and even Hagrid agreed with Muya's opinion.

"Sweet and Sour Pork." This was Dumbledore's new password.

Dumbledore paused his writing, raised an eyebrow at the four young wizards entering, and asked, "Oh, it's you. What brings you here, children?" He put away the parchment.

Harry and the other two hesitated, looking at Muya. She sighed and met Dumbledore's eyes. "Actually, Harry and the others suspect Professor Snape is involved in the broomstick incident today, and they also suspect he's trying to steal something that Fluffy is guarding."

Dumbledore's eyes darted around, then he stroked his beard and said firmly, "While Severus might be a bit particular with Harry, he would never harm him."

Dumbledore glanced at them and continued, "Furthermore, Severus is a guardian, just like Fluffy."

"What are they guarding?" Muya suddenly asked.

"Oh, that I cannot tell you, children." Dumbledore stood up, smiled, and patted Muya's head. "It's time for dinner. We have delicious Sweet and Sour Pork today, would you like to join?"

Muya was instantly drawn in by the Sweet and Sour Pork. Seeing that they couldn't get any answers, Harry and the others decided to ask Hagrid tonight and also investigate who was targeting Harry.

After dinner, Muya went to Snape's office. "Professor, what potion are we brewing today?"

"Veritaserum," Snape replied, preparing the ingredients he would need later.

"Professor, how many days will I be confined this time?" Muya asked Snape while preparing the ingredients.

"One day. What? Miss Mu, have you grown fond of detention?"

Muya: I was just asking.

After Muya finished brewing the potion, she instructed Snape to take good care of his leg injury and then scurried away.

She decided to visit the Headmaster's office again. Anyone could tell that Dumbledore was hiding something from them.

"Old Mischief-Maker, I'm here again." Muya burst in, only to find no one there.

Fawkes was on its perch, nodding its head. The portraits on the wall had their eyes closed. The Sorting Hat opened its eyes upon hearing the commotion.

"Oh, I remember you. Ya Mu, whom I sorted into Hufflepuff," the Sorting Hat said, opening its large mouth.

"A mind-reading hat, I didn't notice you before." Muya walked over and turned on the lights.

"Oh, it's probably because I was asleep. You know, living too long isn't always a good thing. My daily routine is basically sleeping. Hey, don't poke me with your wand, little one."

"Sorry, do you know where Dumbledore is?" Muya retracted her hand.

The Sorting Hat pouted. "I'm not sure. I only know he left not too long ago. You can wait here; he left in his pajamas."

"Alright, can I ask you then?" Muya moved a stool in front of the Sorting Hat and sat down.

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"What do you want to ask me?" The Sorting Hat squinted, scrutinizing Muya.

"I want to know, what is it that Fluffy and Professor Snape are guarding?"

"Oh, that thing. It's a Sorcerer's Stone." The Sorting Hat thought for a moment. Since Dumbledore hadn't said it couldn't tell Muya, it blurted it out.

Muya was puzzled. How powerful could a Sorcerer's Stone be that Hagrid called it top-secret? "Speaking of which, is it okay for you to tell me something so important?"

"It's nothing. Dumbledore is behind you anyway." After saying that, the Sorting Hat began to sleep.

Muya felt a chill down her spine and stiffly turned around. Sure enough, she saw Dumbledore in his pajamas. "These pajamas..." They were covered in stars and moon patterns, and they looked perfectly natural on Dumbledore.

"If you like them, we can wear matching parent-child outfits." Dumbledore had clearly misinterpreted Muya's true thoughts.

He sat down in a chair, glanced at the Sorting Hat pretending to be asleep, and then looked at Muya. "Ya Mu, perhaps some things you can ask me directly, your sole guardian."

Fine, since he had put it that way.

Muya: I'm laying my cards on the table.

"Old Mischief-Maker, tell me about the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Alright, as you wish." Dumbledore put on a distressed expression for Muya, but when he turned to get something, a triumphant smile appeared.

The Sorcerer's Stone was made by Dumbledore's old friend, Nicolas Flamel, an alchemist. Because the Sorcerer's Stone could be used to make an elixir of immortality, he was being hunted by a group of people in black robes.

To prevent the Sorcerer's Stone from being stolen, Nicolas Flamel entrusted it to Dumbledore for safekeeping.

Dumbledore placed it in a classroom on the fourth floor and set up numerous obstacles.

"So Professor Snape provided the potion obstacle?" Muya asked.

"Yes, child. But last week, when he went to retrieve the potions, he accidentally alerted Fluffy." Muya already knew the rest.

"Alright, but when will you investigate who is targeting Harry?" Muya hadn't forgotten about this, believing the greatest wizard might be able to use some magic to find the culprit.

"Actually, child, I followed you the night you encountered the troll, and I already have a good idea who let the troll in and caused your broomstick to go out of control." Muya felt that Dumbledore at this moment was like a cunning fox.

"Who is it?" So Dumbledore had followed her that night. No wonder he suddenly appeared behind McGonagall and Snape later.

"Oh, it's very late now. If you don't go back to sleep, you'll be late for class tomorrow." Muya was speechless and was forced to return to the common room.

The next morning, the first class was Professor Binns' History of Magic. Muya found it as soporific as high school history, and she yawned almost every class.

After class, she told Shalian and the others and then ran to the Gryffindor common room to wait for Hermione and the others. She decided to tell them what Dumbledore had told her last night, as Harry was the victim.

She waited until Fred and George arrived. "Hi little badger, what are you standing here for?"

"Were you waiting for us?" The twins squeezed Muya's face from either side and ruffled her hair.

"No, I'm here to find Harry and the other two." Muya quickly rescued her hair.

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