Chapter 92: Fight against you bravely

"Why are you looking for him?"

Professor McGonagall stared at the four of them suspiciously.

"It's a secret and we won't reveal it until we meet the principal."

Professor McGonagall was angered by Hermione's words. She said with anger in her eyes and a cold tone: "Then your secrets will just rot in your stomach. Fifteen minutes ago, sir, I received an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic by the postman. , after he finished reading it, he immediately put down his work and flew to London."

"The principal is gone? At this juncture?"

Harry said in disbelief.

"Mr. has a lot to do, and time is extremely precious. Do you think he should give up his job at the Ministry of Magic, sit in the office, and listen to the first-year wizards talk about what to eat for dinner, which question on the test paper he got wrong, and where to go during the summer vacation? A little thing to play?”

"Professor, the secret is not a big deal."

Professor McGonagall had such a strong aura, stern expression, and burning anger in her eyes that Hermione was frightened to the point of stuttering.

Robin stepped forward and pulled Hermione behind him, "Professor McGonagall, what we want to report to the principal is: Voldemort sneaked into Hogwarts and ordered his followers to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

Wow~

All the books in Minerva McGonagall's arms fell to the floor with a clatter. She did not bend down to pick them up. Instead, she stared at Robin's face with astonishment, suspicion, and rage.

"Lestrange, how dare you make up such a big lie? Don't think that the exam is over and you will no longer be deducted points and fined for solitary confinement. Go back to the lounge immediately, otherwise, every time Fifty college points will be deducted for each person.”

Robin: ⊙﹏⊙, one person is fifty, four people is two hundred. If we continue to deduct it like this, Gryffindor's house points will probably become a loss.

"But Professor"

"I don't know where you got this news from, but don't worry, 'that person' can't sneak into Hogwarts. The Philosopher's Stone is also protected by multiple levels. No one can steal it from the school."

Professor McGonagall finished speaking impatiently, bent down to pick up the book on the ground, and then stepped on her stilettos and walked away.

"I bet that the letter from the Ministry of Magic, like last year's troll incident, is a trap designed to trick Principal Dumbledore out of Hogwarts. This means that Quirrell and his master , there will be action within the next two days.”

Harry speculated boldly.

"But, the principal is not here, and Professor McGonagall doesn't believe it. Who should we ask for help?" Ron frowned.

"It's better to rely on others than to rely on yourself. Let's go to the fourth floor and break under the living planks. We can try to get the magic stone first before Quirrell."

Luo Bin's words were like a thunderclap on a sunny day, causing the brains of the three of them to shut down for more than ten seconds.

"Robin, your idea is too scary. If we really go to the room on the fourth floor, we will probably be tortured to death by the mechanism under the living board. Even if we are lucky enough to get the magic stone, in the eyes of outsiders, we are not The heroes who guard the Philosopher's Stone are thieves who steal rare treasures in the hope of gaining immortality. We will be kicked out of Hogwarts, and we may even be imprisoned in Azkaban Prison by Aurors."

Ron snapped back.

After hearing this, Luo Bin was not angry. He knew that for Ron, who didn't know the direction of the plot, every adventure was a gamble with everything he had.

"Ron, I admit that you have said a lot, but let's analyze it from another angle. Suppose Quirrell got the Philosopher's Stone and used it to create something that would lead to immortality. When Voldemort comes back and makes a comeback, how many people will Because you want to have a taste of that thing, do you become a Death Eater and commit bloody attacks? When the sky turns gray, what kind of persecution will those who are unwilling to surrender to the Dark Lord's power suffer? "

Seeing Ron's face turned pale with fright, Robin raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, and said in a convoluted manner: "Ron, the tragic death, expulsion, and imprisonment in Azkaban you just mentioned are the worst consequences of our going to the fourth floor. Similarly, what I said is the worst result if we don't go to the fourth floor. But Voldemort in his heyday failed to achieve the goal of 'immortality, the most powerful wizard, and the whole world surrenders to him', let alone now. So, the worst result is not the final result.”

After hearing this, Ron lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought. At this time, Harry said: "I agree to break under the living planks on the fourth floor. I'm different from you. I chose not to go, and it's just better than now." It's just a little late death. After all, after Voldemort came back, the first person he wanted to get rid of was me. Don't forget, he once killed my parents."

"Robin, Harry, you two are right."

Hermione said with slightly moist eyes.

"Okay, then at eleven o'clock tonight, everyone will go to bed. We will gather in the lounge, then put on the invisibility cloak and go down to the fourth floor."

"But can the cloak cover four people?"

"Four?" Harry asked confused.

"Why do you want to get rid of me and act alone?"

"of course not!"

Harry happily went to hug Ron, but the other person pushed him away because it was too hot.

Da da! Da da!

Listening to the frequency of treading on the ground, it was Professor McGonagall returning to the foyer.

"Leave here first, go back and collect some things that may be useful, and meet in the lounge in the evening."

Luo Bin suggested.

"good!"

The patter of footsteps became louder and louder. After the four of them looked at each other, they quickly ran out of the hall.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the four of them sneaked into the Gryffindor common room.

"Harry, let's put the cloak on here and see if it can cover all four of us. If Filch sees a hand swinging in the air, he will."

"What kind of trouble do you want to cause?"

A plaintive voice floated from the corner, cutting off Hermione's words. Several people turned to look at the corner and saw Neville standing behind a single sofa chair. There was a layer of dust and cobwebs on his hair, and his small mouth was pouted. Lao Gao.

"Nothing, just come out and get some air. Neville, it's getting late. Go back to the house and go to bed."

Robin took a step forward to block Harry's little movement to hide something.

"Are you planning to go out? If you do this, Gryffindor will lose points."

Suddenly, a light, croaking afterimage passed in front of Neville's face. For the first time, he did not chase the 'freedom-loving' toad Leif, but continued to stare at him with sad, scrutinizing, and angry eyes. With four people.

"Neville, you don't understand, we have to do this."

Harry said anxiously.

"For Gryffindor, to stop you from getting into trouble, I'm going to duel with you."

Neville quickly ran to the portrait hole, opened his arms and blocked the hole.

"Neville, you stupid idiot, get out of there."

Ron said angrily.

"Ron, you are the idiot. I don't think you can cause trouble anymore. I remember that you encouraged me to bravely resist evil and injustice, so I will bravely fight against you."