After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

"You want me to help you get the Philosopher's Stone?" Yang Mei felt that he was tired even though they hadn't started working yet.

The Philosopher's Stone is such an important thing that it is obvious that it is strictly guarded by Dumbledore.

"I know a little about the Philosopher's Stone." Yang Mei studied alchemy, so she must have known the most famous alchemist of our time, Nicolas Flamel. He was Dumbledore's good friend and the creator of the Philosopher's Stone.

"The Philosopher's Stone is a man-made red stone with magical properties. It can be used to make the elixir of life. As far as I know, Nicolas Flamel and his wife have been relying on it to prolong their lives. They should be more than 600 years old now, right?" Yang Mei made a rough estimate. "But now that the Philosopher's Stone has appeared in Hogwarts, it probably means that the couple has finally decided to embrace death."

Voldemort frowned. "Originally the Philosopher's Stone was kept in Vault 713 of Gringotts, but on the morning I asked Quirrell to steal it from Gringotts, Dumbledore sent that half-giant to take the Philosopher's Stone away."

Yang Mei: "Then you really lack a bit of luck, and you don't have much affinity with the Philosopher's Stone. Otherwise, just give up. A forced melon is not sweet."

Mainly because he was too lazy to help, so he just wanted to persuade Voldemort to retreat.

Voldemort had a stern face, which made his already terrifying appearance even more sinister.

He mobilized the unfamiliar magic in his body and cast a silent and wandless spell to break free from the ropes that bound him.

Yang Mei didn't say anything when he saw this. If the Dark Lord was so useless, then he would have to persuade Celeste to find a new partner for the Selwyn family.

"The Dark Lord can get whatever he wants!" Voldemort said angrily, "If there is no fate, then force it. You won't know whether the melon is sweet until you twist it!"

Yang Mei gave him a thumbs up in dissatisfaction, otherwise how could he become the Dark Lord!

"I can't help you. Dumbledore must have guessed that you are not dead and coveted the Philosopher's Stone. I just don't know if he knows that you are hiding in Quirrell's body. If he knows, why didn't he do anything?" Yang Mei has seen that Dumbledore is an excellent politician. It is a waste of talent to let him be the headmaster. "He must have protected the Philosopher's Stone tightly. I am just a first-year student. How capable can I be?"

Voldemort thought to himself that you really speak nonsense without thinking, and I don't know who just tied up the Dark Lord without saying a word. If you are not capable enough, no one will be more capable than you!

But... Voldemort looked at the boy who was sitting on his desk and eating cookies without any hesitation, and he hesitated again. If nothing else, one thing was absolutely true.

This kid is just a first-grade student, an eleven-year-old child.

Even the Dark Lord himself felt that he was a little crazy to let an eleven-year-old child help him steal things.

Take another look at the boy who is eating like a little hamster.

Voldemort had already convinced himself: "Then you don't have to steal it. I'll do it myself."

Yang Mei chewed on a cookie and turned around in surprise: "Now that you mention it, I feel a little guilty."

Voldemort rolled his eyes at him and quickly wrapped the scarf around his head. Then he walked over and pulled Yang Mei off the table with seemingly rough but actually gentle movements, dragging her towards the door.

Yang Mei still had the last cookie in her hand: "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?"

"Since I don't need your help anymore, what are you still doing here? Go back to sleep. If you don't get enough sleep, you little brat will turn into a dwarf!"

There are so many complaints.

Before Yang Mei could say anything, Voldemort pushed him out of the office and closed the door.

The point is, before closing the door, this person did not forget to snatch the cookie from Yang Mei's hand!

"!!!" Yang Mei stood outside the door with her hands on her hips angrily, "It's only four o'clock in the afternoon, how can I sleep? And why did you steal my cookies?!"

Voldemort said to him through the door: "What's wrong with eating a cookie from you, little brat who can't help me?"

"But I've already bitten that cookie!"

Hearing this, Voldemort lowered his head to see that there was indeed a small gap on the biscuit. He somehow put it into his mouth and said, "Hmm, it tastes good."

His muttering was so soft that Yang Mei didn't hear it from outside the door.

In the end, Yang Mei had no choice but to kick the door of Qi Luo's office and left angrily.

He didn't go anywhere else and went straight back to the dormitory.

As soon as Yang Mei entered the door, Draco grabbed her and looked her up and down.

"Hands and feet are fine, and clothes are not torn." Draco breathed a sigh of relief, "Everything is fine, no injuries."

"You didn't go to the Quidditch field?" Yang Mei didn't expect Draco to be in the dormitory at this time.

"You've been taken away by the Dark Lord, how could I still have the heart to watch Quidditch?! Am I such a heartless person?!" Draco shouted in dissatisfaction.

A big smile appeared on Yang Mei's face: "I knew Draco cared about me the most!"

"How is it? Why did the Dark Lord want you to go?" Draco quickly asked the question that concerned him most.

Yang Mei's face fell in an instant. He was silent for a few seconds. Draco didn't urge him, thinking that he was organizing his words.

A few seconds later, Yang Mei said something earth-shattering: "Draco, do you know that the Dark Lord has no nose!!"

……

The next morning, Harry received a long package in the Great Hall.

Inside was the Nimbus 2000 broomstick given to him by Professor McGonagall.

Although Professor McGonagall had clearly written in the letter not to make it public, unfortunately, before the letter was opened, Ron couldn't help but scream out loud when he saw the broom.

Now all the little wizards in the auditorium know about this.

Someone at the Slytherin table sneered, "What a short-sighted person."

Everyone around him agreed with what he said.

Draco tapped the plate in front of him with the fork in his hand, and the Slytherin students nearby all looked at him at the same time.

"Well, so what does this story tell us?" Draco said slowly, "In Hogsmos, if you violate the school rules, not only will you not be deducted points or punished, you can even get a gift from the professor.

Maybe you will find it incredible.

But please don't forget that the great Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are extremely fair people. How could they openly favor the Savior?"

Yang Mei felt that this boy must have secretly used a "loud voice" on himself.

Otherwise, why did his words even echo in the auditorium?

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, blushed because she felt ashamed.

Let's look at Dumbledore again. He lived several decades longer than Professor McGonagall and it wasn't in vain. He looked normal and smiled as he stuffed apple pie into his mouth. He turned his head and said to Snape, "Severus, these children are really energetic. What do you think?"

In the past, Snape would definitely say, "Albus, if your head wasn't full of splendor, you would know that I'm not interested in these troll-like little goblins."

But this time, he just said calmly: "You are right, but every Gryffindor student is a stupid lion. I think you should not be surprised by their behavior. As for us Slytherin students, they just like to tell the truth occasionally. Why, no one can't stand it?"

Snape's eyes swept over the professors at the same table, finally settling on Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva doesn't look well. We should go to the hospital wing and ask Poppy to prescribe some potion for you."

"Thank you, Severus, I will go," said Professor McGonagall dryly.

In fact, she just wished she could turn invisible right then and there.