Chapter 255: Neville is the pride of our Gryffindors

"Quirrell, let go of your brain, hurry up!" Voldemort screamed sharply, his tone extremely anxious.

Almost all the young wizards in Hogwarts are here, there are more than a thousand wizards, no matter how much he can fight, he can't beat them.

If he is in his prime now, he will turn around and kill indiscriminately, making this group of little wizards cry for their fathers and mothers.

But his current state is very bad, and the magic power in his body is even less, so he is not the opponent of this group of young wizards at all.

Quirrell was also anxious, and hurriedly emptied his brain according to what Voldemort said.

A few seconds later, Voldemort's speed increased sharply, like an out-of-control train, smashing the glass window at the corner of the fourth floor and flying out.

The little wizards who were still angry just stood by the window, chasing and beating Voldemort until Voldemort completely disappeared from their sight, and then they slowly returned to the hall on the fourth floor to welcome their heroes.

In the lobby on the fourth floor, Lester, Malfoy, and Neville were surrounded by stars.

"Lego is amazing, Lago, you are the best!"

"Malfoy, so handsome!"

There were also Gryffindor students excitedly yelling around Neville: "Neville, you are our pride!"

Ravenclaw's little beauty, Qiu Zhang's face was even redder, and she glanced at Neville from time to time, and the corners of her eyes were even crescents.

Some licking dogs pretended to be smart and came to Qiu Zhang: "Qiu Zhang, don't be sad, Neville is so over the top, I will teach him a lesson for you!"

Neville took the lead in bullying Qiu Zhang before, making Qiu Zhang unable to participate in the competition, which made many Ravenclaw students gnash their teeth.

Neville has become Ravenclaw's number one enemy, and his hatred is comparable to Slytherin's perverted madman Marcus.

Qiu Zhang curled his lips: "Can you beat him? Even Quirrell is not his opponent."

Licking the dog was very embarrassing, so he could only retreat silently, secretly sad.

On the eighth floor, the principal's office.

Dumbledore was lying on the chair calmly, and on the octagonal table, there was a steaming cup of coffee.

Phoenix Fox, lying comfortably in the straw nest, was still snoring softly.

On the wall, the previous headmasters of Hogwarts are doing their best to teach the sorting hat.

Phineas, who was listed as the most unpopular dean in the history of Hogwarts, was tirelessly educating the Sorting Hat.

"Sorting Hat, sweetie, learn it for me, Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat was very sluggish, and repeated mechanically in its mouth: "Lestlin!"

"It's Slytherin, Slytherin!" Phineas was furious. This idiot Sorting Hat has taught him hundreds of times, but he still called it wrong.

"Lintshley, Trinleth, Slater." The Sorting Hat repeated dully, and each one read three different words.

The other principals looked at Phineas with contempt: "Phineas, give up your cleverness, it is impossible for the Sorting Hat to sort everyone into Slytherin."

Phineas was very embarrassed by Dao Po's inner thoughts: "I just want to teach him how to sort houses, otherwise he will still look like a fool when the freshman enters the school tomorrow, then our Hogwarts will be ashamed."

Hearing that, all the portraits of the principals are silent, yes, the sorting hat has become mentally retarded, what should we do for tomorrow's sorting ceremony?

The former headmaster, Armando Dippet, said, "Albus, think of a way!"

Listening to the old headmaster's question, Dumbledore stood up unhurriedly, picked up the coffee and took a sip: "It's bitter, I should add more rock sugar."

He took out his wand, tapped it lightly on the teacup, and a few pieces of rock candy danced and jumped into Dumbledore's teacup one after another.

After taking a sip, Dumbledore was extremely relaxed, and said lightly: "Don't worry, I will find a memory master to restore the memory of the Sorting Hat during my vacation."

"Believe me, based on what I know about him, that person will definitely be able to restore the memory of the Sorting Hat."

Dumbledore blinked playfully and sat down again.

It's just that not long after sitting down, a small silver-white stone on the octagonal table began to shake violently.

A gleam of joy flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. He knew what it meant. Sure enough, the student Voldemort still did not escape his fate, and was defeated by the savior again.

bang bang bang!

Soon, there was a hasty knock on the door. Dumbledore had expected it, and said softly, "Come in!"

After the door was opened, Professor McGonagall strode in. Looking at the old god and Dumbledore lying on the chair, he felt a little dissatisfied, and there was a hint of resentment in his tone.

This old bee eats and sleeps every day, and everything in Hogwarts is managed by her, the deputy head.

Now that there is such a big event in the college, Dumbledore is still drinking coffee slowly in the chair.

"Principal Dumbledore, it's bad, Quirrell is actually a dark wizard, and his purpose of sneaking into Hogwarts is to steal the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Relax, Minerva, sit down and speak slowly." Dumbledore smiled, raised his right hand slightly, and a chair flew under McGonagall's ass.

McGonagall was a little helpless, but he obeyed Dumbledore's instructions, sat down, and said anxiously: "Harry and Ron"

"In this way, Neville used a family magic to defeat Quirrell and successfully obtained the Philosopher's Stone."

Dumbledore: "."

The original expression of being in control slowly disappeared from Dumbledore's face. With McGonagall's narration, Dumbledore's expression gradually became richer.

Neville defeated Quirrell and successfully got back the Philosopher's Stone, and the whole process was seen by all the little wizards in the school.

No, according to his design, Quirrell should have been Harry's novice gift package, why did he make a wedding dress for Neville?

Dumbledore subconsciously rubbed his right hand twice, and asked, "So, this matter has nothing to do with Harry Potter at all?"

"Of course!" Professor McGonagall said without hesitation: "But some people say that Harry actually went in, but he was almost killed by Quirrell, and it was Neville who saved him."

Dumbledore: "."

Harry was saved by Neville, what a fool, isn't this the wrong big and small king?

In Dumbledore's eyes, no matter how good Neville is now, it can only help Harry in the future, not replace him.

Just like Hermione, even if she is excellent, in Dumbledore's training game, she is still Harry's assistant, used to assist Harry.

But now, a Neville who didn't even have the qualifications to be Harry's assistant actually robbed Harry of the opportunity that should have belonged to him, which made Dumbledore very headache.