Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

She clearly remembered seeing Voldemort in the restricted section when he was still in school.

Is that why it was destroyed?

It's worth mentioning that the Invisibility Cloak is also listed as a Wonder, but Hermione doesn't have the materials and can't make one yet.

Deep within the forbidden book section, Hermione descended a spiral staircase into the underground.

A huge mirror stands in the empty basement.

The following text is written on the top of the mirror:

“Eris Stella Ehru Aitwubi Kafru Aiton Wochs.

Chapter 45 Speedrun

Mirror of Erised?

Hermione suddenly realized.

If she hadn't known that Dumbledore would eventually hide the Philosopher's Stone in this mirror, she would have almost forgotten that it even existed.

The slogan above the mirror seems nonsensical, but it's actually because it's being read incorrectly.

The correct way to read is to read it backwards.

"What I show you is not a reflection of yourself, but the desires of your heart."

Hermione looked in the mirror.

After a moment of silence, just as she was about to leave, a voice came from behind her.

"I guess with your intelligence, you've already figured out its function."

Hermione's expression changed slightly; she hadn't even noticed someone behind her.

When... Hermione slowly turned around, her gaze slightly grave.

An elderly man with white hair and beard stood behind her, watching her silently.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

Hermione gave a slight bow, quickly composed herself, and said, "It's a magical mirror; it can actually show what people want most."

Dumbledore nodded: "That's right, so this thing is not suitable to be out in the open, otherwise children with weak wills will easily fall into false fantasies."

"So, child, can you tell me what you saw inside?"

Hermione smiled and said, "Seeing that I've come home, I guess you've been out for too long and want to go back."

Dumbledore gazed at her intently for a moment before slowly saying:

“Hogwarts’ rules aren’t that strict. It’s okay to take a leave of absence occasionally, and London isn’t that far away.”

Hermione smiled but didn't say anything.

After a while, she asked again:

"Hey Principal, what did you see in the mirror?"

“Me?” Dumbledore laughed too. “I saw myself holding a pair of thick wool socks.”

Hermione nodded and said, "It seems the weather has been quite cold lately; even you feel your feet are freezing."

Dumbledore's expression froze for a moment.

Then he changed the subject:

"Actually, if you want to read books, you can just ask the professors. You don't need to sneak around borrowing Harry's Invisibility Cloak. Hogwarts doesn't hinder people who pursue knowledge. The restricted area is just to prevent some people from being unable to resist the temptation of certain forbidden knowledge."

"Oh? You think I can resist temptation?"

Hermione was somewhat surprised; Old Dumbledore seemed to trust her quite a bit.

“I think it’s okay,” Dumbledore said.

"No, I actually prefer the allure of uniforms to resisting temptation."

"...?"

Hermione, seeing Dumbledore's somewhat bewildered expression, suddenly said:

“Harry asked me about Nicolas Flamel the other day. He wanted to know what famous alchemical works Nicolas Flamel had made, but I didn’t tell him.”

"It seems you guessed it." Dumbledore nodded, his tone not surprised.

Hermione shrugged. "Simple reasoning."

"It's alright, if he asks again, just tell him." Dumbledore turned to leave, then, as if remembering something, added:

"By the way, you shouldn't skip classes too often. Although these classes are probably useless to you now, it's hard for me to make up for the Gryffindor points if you lose too many."

As he spoke, his figure disappeared at the end of the stairs.

Hermione: "..."

Fine, fine, you're not even going to act anymore, huh?

You're awesome.

But if that's the case... then everything was indeed planned from the beginning.

……

Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

"The magic stone, it's a magic stone!"

Harry excitedly held up a book and said to Ron, "Gringotts was where the Philosopher's Stone was kept back then, but Dumbledore later moved it to the restricted area on the fourth floor of Hogwarts."

He still managed to find out the truth.

"So?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"The Philosopher's Stone can be used to make an elixir of immortality, but only those on the verge of death desperately need it. The murderer who sucked the unicorn's blood is Voldemort!" said Detective Harry.

"So Snape must have wanted to steal it to prolong Voldemort's life. That day he deliberately released the giant monster in order to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

Although there were many flaws in this reasoning, they were clearly not something Ron could have discovered, and the latter was convinced on the spot.

"We must stop him!"

Ron looked conflicted: "Isn't this a bit... Is it really something that two first-year students like us can handle, such a big matter?"

"Should we...go tell the teacher?"

He has already learned Hermione's special skill.

Harry thought for a moment and nodded, "Alright, let's go find Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore!"

ten minutes later.

The two returned to their dormitory, dejected.

"What do we do? Dumbledore isn't here, and Professor McGonagall doesn't believe us. They must have been tricked by Snape. He'll definitely go to steal the Philosopher's Stone tonight. We can't let him succeed!"

"We'll act tonight! We'll stop his plot ourselves!"

Harry made up his mind.

Ron glanced at Harry and gave him an awkward smile: "Do you think the two of us can succeed?"

Upon hearing this, Harry immediately deflated and looked dejected.

"How about... we go find some help?" Ron thought of calling for reinforcements.

"The problem is that we're willing to trust you, but who else has the ability to do so... wait!"

Upon realizing this, their eyes lit up simultaneously.

Hermione!

Amazing Hermione!

……

No, do you have Voldemort PTSD? You attribute everything to Voldemort.

There are plenty of people who want to live forever, and I'm one of them.

Hermione was speechless as she listened to Harry's flawed reasoning.

But this time he actually guessed right.

"So, how did you know it was Snape..." Hermione squinted.

This is someone else's fault.

“I…” Harry suddenly looked up and said stubbornly, “I just know.”

"You..." After a twenty-second silence, Hermione continued, "You just... know."

Fine.

What else is there to say?

Anyway, visiting Hogwarts at night had long been a regular activity for the three of them.