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"Wow!" Draco exclaimed politely, "But I remember that the Selwyn family had no relationship with Nicolas Flamel, right? Why would he give you such an important thing?"

"Yes, he didn't pay it in full. So this Philosopher's Stone was not given to me by him. I stole it." Yang Mei spoke frankly.

"What?! Stolen?!" Draco was stunned. He couldn't associate his fairy-like friend with the word stealing. "Where did you steal it from? Nicolas Flamel is not here."

"It's a long story." Yang Mei is not someone who likes to tell stories.

"Then keep your story short," Draco urged him.

“Let’s talk about the Philosopher’s Stone first. The Philosopher’s Stone was made by Nicolas Flamel. Thanks to it, he and his wife lived to be over 600 years old.

But now they have lived long enough, so you can leave the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore for safekeeping.

The Philosopher's Stone is so useful that Voldemort also wants it, which is also the purpose of his going to great lengths to enter Hogwarts.

Dumbledore knew that Voldemort was not completely dead. He placed the Philosopher's Stone in Hogwarts, which was not without the intention of luring Voldemort into a trap.

Yang Mei supported her chin and recalled the checkpoints under the trapdoor on the fourth floor of the castle.

He really couldn't say in good conscience that these levels were difficult.

If it was really prepared for Voldemort, then Dumbledore was looking down on the Dark Lord a little too much.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Voldemort is forced to merge his soul with someone else, he will not be so useless.

With just those few levels, to put it bluntly, even a first-year wizard with good academic performance could pass them, such as Hermione Granger.

...a first-year wizard?

Yang Mei sat up straighter. No way? No way? It couldn't be what he thought.

Draco was still digesting this overwhelming amount of information when he turned around and saw Yang Mei looking thoughtful.

"Are you remembering something again?" he asked.

Yang Mei's expression was complicated: "Xiaolong, you don't even know what levels Dumbledore has set to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

First, there was a dirty three-headed hellhound that Hagrid found from nowhere, followed by a devil's snare, a group of flying keys with wings that needed to be caught on a broomstick, a giant wizard chessboard, a troll, and a potion that could pass through a fire gate... Don't you think these sound like child's play? I don't believe this is prepared for Voldemort. "

But he didn't expect that Draco's focus had already strayed away: "So, Phil, did you ride your broom?"

Yang Mei was speechless: Why are you so excited?

"How is that possible? I will never ride a flying broom in my life!" Yang Mei crossed her arms in front of her chest and made a big cross.

"No?" Draco was a little disappointed. "Then how do you know which level requires riding a flying broom?"

"Because that room, besides a group of flying keys, only had a few brooms placed in conspicuous places. The intention was too obvious." Yang Mei curled her lips.

Draco smacked his lips. "Why do I feel like I'm playing with a child?"

"You're right. Dumbledore is just teasing children. But not all children are worthy of attention. There is only one in Hogwarts right now."

"You mean Harry Potter?" Draco responded immediately. "Dumbledore is training his savior?"

"It's almost certain. But now that I have taken away the 'treasure' at the end of the level, I don't know if Dumbledore's plan can go ahead." Yang Mei said gloatingly.

Draco also smiled like a little mouse that stole oil: "Who cares? Dumbledore has no evidence to prove that you took the Philosopher's Stone anyway."

He fully believed that with Yang Mei's abilities, there would not be any loopholes left.

……

After the Quidditch game, Christmas is coming.

One morning in mid-December, when all the young wizards in Hogwarts woke up from their sleep, they found that the lawns around the castle were covered with several feet of snow, and even the ice on the surface of the Black Lake seemed to be thicker.

There were several owls in the Owl Shed delivering mail across the sky under the Snowy Bridge. They went through a lot of hardships and had to rely on Hagrid's care to recover their strength and continue taking off.

Yang Mei was wearing a thick hat and scarf. Fortunately, there was such a thing as a warming spell in the magical world, otherwise it would be too painful to have outdoor classes in the middle of winter.

Not all little wizards are afraid of the cold, but almost all of them can't wait for the Christmas holiday.

The first-year students have been at Hogwarts for more than three months. Although they can communicate with their families from time to time, it is not as close as communicating with their relatives.

"Phil, what are your plans for Christmas?" Draco asked Yang Mei while weighing the spine of a lionfish that had been ground into powder.

"Me?" Yang Mei really thought about it seriously, "I should be able to deal with my spoils at home."

Only then did Draco remember the Philosopher's Stone.

"I wanted to invite you to our house." Draco said with some regret.

"What is the relationship between us? There is no need to be bothered with these nonsense. If you want, you can come to our house through the fireplace to find me anytime." Yang Mei didn't care.

"Then will you ride the broom with me?" Draco poked his head out.

Yang Mei pushed his head back coldly: "There is everything in dreams."

……

The Christmas holidays arrived as scheduled.

Except for a few young wizards who stayed in Hogwarts, all the other young wizards went home.

Celeste and Florence went to King's Cross Station to pick up Yang Mei in person, and the three of them talked affectionately about Yang Mei's school life.

Some things are hard to say outside, so as soon as he returned to the Selwyn mansion, Celeste asked in a slightly serious tone: "Has the Dark Lord come to see you recently, Phil?"

There was also worry in Fres's eyes when she looked at Yang Mei.

Yang Mei smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Celeste, he hasn't come to see me recently." This is the truth. Voldemort has been in a hurry these days and no one knows what he is busy with.

Celeste breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his hand and stroked Yang Mei's head.

"I don't know whether you are lucky or unlucky. How come you met the Dark Lord as soon as you entered Hogwarts?"

Yang Mei pouted and fixed her hair.

"It's probably lucky. After all, our family is a partner with Voldemort, isn't it?"

Celeste and Floris had become somewhat accustomed to their son calling the Dark Lord by his name.

"We have been in confidential talks with the Malfoys for quite some time, ever since you sent us the letter about our encounter with the Dark Lord at Hogwarts.

Although we are in league with the Dark Lord, to be honest, we are somewhat thankful that the Dark Lord fell eleven years ago."

Yang Mei became more interested: "Why do you want to join Dumbledore?"

Flores rolled her eyes and flicked his head.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Celeste smiled and shook her head, then called the house-elves to bring dinner to the dining room. She could talk about the rest while they ate dinner.

For the first time in a long time, Yang Mei’s first fork was not aimed at the oriental dishes, but at a grilled sausage and slowly cut it.

"The Dark Lord was originally a handsome and ambitious young man, and he was a descendant of Slytherin, so his abilities fully matched his ambitions.

But about twenty years before his fall, his personality and appearance changed dramatically.”

Yang Mei nodded sympathetically: "I know this, the nose is gone!"

"Uh..." The couple was silent for a moment.

"The changes in his appearance were minor. The most important thing was that he became extremely bloodthirsty. Death Eaters died under his killing curse almost every day. He would throw the dead to his snake to eat." Celeste still felt terrified when he thought about it now.

The Selwyn family is special in that they are partners with the Dark Lord, rather than a subordinate relationship that requires the Dark Mark to be branded on the arm.

You have to know that the later Death Eaters, in fact the Malfoy family, had to kneel before the Dark Lord without dignity and kiss the corner of his robe.