Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

The voice was calm and serene, possessing a magical power to soothe and calm.

Hermione wasn't surprised to see Dumbledore suddenly appear.

She had long suspected that Dumbledore was fully aware of the entire Philosopher's Stone incident.

From the very beginning, when he took the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts ahead of time, he must have known that someone was going to steal it; otherwise, it would be impossible to explain.

Later, they set up some obviously childish challenge at Hogwarts, which was purely for the purpose of catching fish.

Otherwise, you can either carry it with you or destroy it. Where wouldn't it be safer than this?

If Snape didn't know Quirrell had a problem at the beginning, he must have told him after the troll incident.

Furthermore, Hermione didn't believe that Voldemort in this state could hide on Dumbledore's face for so long.

The reason they didn't immediately take down Quirrell and even pretended to be absent was twofold: first, to provoke him into taking action, and second, to nurture and train Harry, the prophesied son.

Purely made these vinegar-filled dumplings for Harry.

As he predicted, Harry resisted the temptation of the Philosopher's Stone, wanting it but not wanting to use it; he only wanted to stop Voldemort.

But... Harry resisted, but she didn't!

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't get it out, and that Harry needed to take the blame and attack Volt, she would have rolled up her sleeves and gone to the front herself long ago.

"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Hermione returned the courtesy with a standard greeting and a faint smile.

“I know we violated school rules by trespassing, but Harry saw through Voldemort’s plot, and as a friend, I had no choice but to go with him to prevent anything from happening to him.”

In short: It has nothing to do with me.

Silky smooth as a scapegoat.

But that is indeed the case. Before tonight, Hermione had never been to the fourth-floor restricted area, had not taken the initiative to investigate, and had not shown any other intentions. Harry saw through all the conspiracies himself and took the initiative to invite her. Anyone would have thought that she was forced to get involved.

As for the Philosopher's Stone, she never mentioned it.

Dumbledore smiled, gave her a meaningful look, and said, "It's alright, you don't need to explain to me. As for the Philosopher's Stone..."

coming!

Hermione's eyes flickered slightly.

She was prepared to say that if asked about the Philosopher's Stone, she would say she was interested in alchemy, dreamed of becoming an alchemist like Nicolas Flamel, and wanted to study and research it, while also feigning pitifulness.

After all, her thirst for knowledge was known throughout Hogwarts, so she could simply admit that she took the Philosopher's Stone to use it, which was no big deal.

It's just in an academic sense.

Moreover, you performed such a great service tonight, risking your life for the safety of Hogwarts and the peace of the wizarding world. How righteous and noble you are! How can you not grant this request?

But Dumbledore's next sentence really surprised Hermione.

"The Philosopher's Stone was originally intended for you."

"what?"

Hermione blinked, looking at Dumbledore with a puzzled expression.

Judging from Dumbledore's words, even if she didn't come tonight, the other party would still give her the Philosopher's Stone.

So all my hard work was for nothing?

So it turns out that you can sit at home and have treasures fall from the sky?

But why?

Are we really that close?

It's worth noting that Hermione had been avoiding Dumbledore since entering school, not wanting to have any interaction with him, and apart from the day she entered school, he hadn't shown her any special attention.

The two didn't even exchange more than ten sentences.

If Professor McGonagall said that, she could understand, but Dumbledore…

If Hermione didn't know Dumbledore's character, she would have thought he was some kind of Father America who wanted to give her candy.

Little Hermione was trembling.

Ignoring Hermione's wary expression, Dumbledore took a worn notebook out of his pocket and handed it to Hermione.

“These are Nicolas Flamel’s alchemical notes, which he asked me to pass on to you.”

Chapter 48 Nicolas Flamel's Alchemy Notes

???

No, wait a minute!

Are you saying that Nicolas Flamel also knows me, and that you weren't the only one involved in this, but that he was also one of the initiators?

If Hermione was merely surprised before, she was now utterly shocked.

For a moment, she almost had the thought, "If you don't abandon me, I'm willing to become your godfather."

“However, these two items aren’t given to you for free,” Dumbledore said. “I hope you can grant me one request.”

Hermione immediately became alert.

What do you want to do?

If you dare to say anything weird, watch out!

At worst, I'll just run back to Marvel and never come back.

Seeing Hermione's wary expression, Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"It's not difficult, don't worry, I'll tell you when the time comes."

After thinking for a moment, Hermione nodded: "Alright, thank you, Headmaster."

Trusting in Lao Deng's character, she agreed.

The main reason was that the allure of the alchemy notes and the Philosopher's Stone was too great.

After a moment's thought, Hermione seemed to suddenly remember something, and a hint of worry appeared in her eyes.

"The Philosopher's Stone was given to me, and Nicolas Flamel..."

Although she knew the other person was preparing to die, she still had to put on an act.

"Don't worry, he has prepared enough potions for himself to handle his affairs after his death."

At this point, Dumbledore also felt a bit emotional.

It contains both reluctance to part with old friends and a sigh for the inevitable passing of life.

Hermione also fell silent.

She couldn't help but wonder, if it were her, knowing she was going to die, would she be willing to let go and leave?

she does not know.

Dumbledore glanced at the unconscious Harry and said, "It seems you know about the protective magic on Harry."

Hermione nodded: "I've read more books, and Harry has told me some things about what happened back then. If my deduction is correct... this should be a type of ancient magic."

“That’s right,” Dumbledore said, “and that’s also how his mother Lily protected him.”

“Unfortunately, I’ve only heard about it, but I’ve never seen it with my own eyes.” Seemingly sensing Hermione’s thoughts, he explained, “Years ago, when she was still a student, she could see traces of ancient magic, and it seems she had some magical experiences at Hogwarts.”

Unfortunately... Hermione was a little disappointed.

……

Hogwarts, Great Hall.

The day for awarding the College Cup has arrived once again, and teachers and students have gathered in the banquet hall, creating a joyful and enthusiastic atmosphere.

The annual meeting can't be cancelled!

Harry had no appetite for the food in front of him.

For him, the awful school year was finally over, but what was worse was that he would have to stay with his Uncle Vernon until the new semester started, to feel the warmth of family.

No pregnancy.

He woke up at the school hospital.

My last memory was of Voldemort's terrifying face.

Although Dumbledore told him that the matter was resolved, it seemed as if none of it concerned him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Hermione beside him.

Not just her, most people in the auditorium were looking at her.

The reason is simple: Dumbledore announced a few days ago that Professor Quirrell had ulterior motives and was hiding in Hogwarts plotting something. He was discovered by Harry and the others, defeated by Hermione in a wizarding duel, and died as a result of the backlash.

The news shocked the entire school.

Everyone suddenly realized why Professor Quirrell had disappeared for the last period of time.

What shocked them even more was that a first-year student had actually defeated Quirrell in a wizard duel!