Chapter 258: Dialogue with the Old Principal

After receiving the confirmation, Hermione was a little surprised and asked quickly, "Is the Philosopher's Stone valuable to us?"

[A little bit, the magic stone is a good magic material. Its essence is to purify low-level energy into high-level energy. It can be used in alchemy, enchantment, and auxiliary potions. It is not difficult to make. As for the one in your hand, it is already It's about to be squeezed dry, and its only value can be used as a decoration. 】

After hearing this, Hermione threw it to Harry very sincerely.

"What is this?" Harry quickly reached out and took it.

"The Philosopher's Stone, what Voldemort wants."

Hermione explained casually and continued to ask in her mind, "The book says that the magic stone can turn metal into gold and prepare elixirs of longevity. Is it true or false?"

[Changing the properties of metals is also a manifestation of energy purification. As for the longevity medicine, it is not immortality, but a forced life extension. In the end, the human body's functions will completely degrade, and the so-called living is no different from a piece of dead wood. Don't think about it in this regard. Okay, just follow what I teach you. Immortality is just a by-product of practice. 】

After listening to Lu Yuan's story, Hermione's last thoughts about the Sorcerer's Stone disappeared and she completely regarded it as a magic material.

"What about the Mirror of Erised?"

[It’s okay. Solidification has a powerful mind-reading magic. I just helped you hide it from prying eyes. Do you want to take a look inside your own heart? 】

Hermione hesitated slightly, "Let's see."

【As you wish. 】

Immediately, a picture appeared in the mirror, and Hermione saw her grown-up self, holding a wand and standing on a ruins. Golden sunlight fell through the gaps in the clouds into the battlefield, and there was an artistic conception of rebirth after a disaster. But the person in the picture seems to be looking for something.

Hermione was lost for a moment, and then broke away. She was touched in her heart, "Mr. System, is this picture really what I want in my heart?"

[Anyway, I didn’t interfere. 】

"You saw it too, right?"

[Well, you will be very beautiful when you grow up. 】

Even though she was feeling uneasy at the moment, Hermione couldn't help but smile, "Thank you. If that's really what's in my heart, I think I might need some time to prepare."

[Understood, after all, you are only 12 years old. 】

At this time, the sound of the stone door opening suddenly came from the room. Dumbledore, with white hair and white beard, was standing there smiling and looking at the three of them.

"Children, you are better than I thought. Can I talk to you?"

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Five minutes later, the principal's office.

This was Hermione's first time in this place. It was exquisite and warm. The portraits of previous principals on the surrounding walls were looking at them. Many of them showed friendly expressions, while others were full of vigilance and hostility.

On the bird stand on the side of the room, a turkey-like phoenix sat squatting. It seemed as if it had stayed up all night. It stood there so sleepily that it kept nodding its head, as if it might fall down at any time.

Behind the principal, there is a personal bookshelf on which Dumbledore's collection of books is placed.

"Welcome, children, what would you like to drink? Honey water, pumpkin juice, milk, black tea?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry was a little angry, so he ignored the other party, while Ron was just nervous and muttered "Anything goes", but Hermione asked for a glass of milk with sugar.

As the daughter of a dentist, she should stay away from sweets, but now she consumes so much that she no longer has the taboo.

Her act of adding sweets was immediately appreciated by Dumbledore, who brought out a plate of cockroach candies and invited Hermione to share them.

Hermione couldn't bear the sweetness crawling on her tongue.

As for Ron and Harry, they also served a glass of sweet milk together.

After the four of them sat down, the old principal first looked at the angry boy and said, "I apologize to you, Harry, for arbitrarily arranging your life without your permission. I'm sorry."

Dumbledore's straight shot made Harry feel even more aggrieved. His eyes were a little red and he turned his head away.

The old principal sighed softly, "I am getting old, and many things have begun to fail me. I don't expect your forgiveness. I just hope you understand the meaning of what I do. All this is not for myself. If I can choose, I will I’d love to do something on your behalf.”

When Harry heard this, he turned back to look at the old man in front of him, "Will Voldemort come back?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, "I think so."

After hearing this, Harry frowned and didn't know what he was thinking of. He couldn't cry anymore and had a tendency to turn green.

"Harry, kid, don't be afraid, I and all the professors will help you, not to mention you have a few good friends."

When saying this, the old headmaster looked at Hermione and Ron.

The red-haired Ron couldn't stand such a look. His face soon became the same color as his hair, and he smiled stupidly.

On the contrary, it was Hermione who drank milk generously, met Dumbledore's gaze, and took the initiative to ask: "Principal, you should have seen the way Voldemort left when he finally left. Why didn't you take action to eliminate him?"

Hearing this question, Harry turned around immediately, but what he cared about was not why Old Deng didn't take action, but the fact that "the principal saw it" in Hermione's mouth. If Dumbledore had been watching from behind, then Wouldn't the fact that he kissed Quirrell also be witnessed by the other party? !

For a moment, Harry's toes dug into the ground.

Faced with this problem, the old principal said bluntly: "You may not know that Voldemort has mastered a special kind of magic. We cannot kill him until we fully understand it."

Hermione frowned when she heard this, "How do we find out?"

"I'm investigating, kid, please give me a moment."

"All right."

Dumbledore spoke so politely that Hermione couldn't ask further questions.

She stopped asking, but the old principal became interested.

"Miss Granger, I have heard about your excellence from many professors. Can I ask one more question, why do you study so hard? I think Hogwarts does not have the academic standards for young wizards. So harsh.”

After hearing this, Hermione subconsciously asked, "Shouldn't students study more, and I work very hard?"

The confusion on her face was not fake at all. Harry and Ron looked at the cups in their hands at the same time to reduce their presence.

Even Boss Deng was stunned by these words for a moment, and then he laughed heartily.

"There are very few students in school who are as proactive as you. This is a good thing. You don't have to worry about it. But don't forget to communicate with your friends more, because life is not only about learning, there are more surprises waiting for us to discover. I Let’s change the question, how do you view magic?”

After hearing this, Hermione thought for a while and said honestly: "I haven't thought about it carefully. Magic is mysterious to me. I just hope to understand more and gain more knowledge, and I also like it to be recorded in books. Look."

Hermione's answer can best be summed up in one word: scholar.

The old principal smiled and nodded, "Keep your hobbies, kid, and you will achieve high achievements in the future."

Then Dumbledore asked Ron almost again.

The three of them left the principal's office.

After the silence fell, the portrait on the wall began to speak.

"You're back to your old habits, Dumbledore. You're always suspicious. I can see that the kid didn't lie."

"I know, Dippet, I was just thinking about other things." Dumbledore said.

"He was thinking about the second prophecy, and he was also guessing whether the person who accelerated the disappearance of the darkness might be the little girl just now. He must be thinking about how to arrange the other party. He is always like this." In the portrait next to him, a bearded man The flamboyant principal started talking.

"You always think people are too sinister, Black! This exactly reflects your heart." A female principal next to her retorted.

"I'm sinister?! You might as well ask Dumbledore if he thinks so."

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