#80 - Chapter 80 I'll lend you the Philosopher's Stone to soak some water

Sebastian actually wanted Harry to come to Slytherin.

But he knew clearly that this was completely impossible.

Since he could persuade the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore was even more capable.

Besides, Old Dumbledore had always been prejudiced against Slytherin.

He cherished Harry so much, how could he allow Harry to go to Slytherin!

Back then, in order to prevent Harry's peaceful life from being disturbed, Dumbledore had made many people promise not to bother him before Harry turned 11.

However, Sebastian also figured it out.

He felt that Harry's stubborn personality was actually more suitable for Gryffindor, and he was very incompatible with the atmosphere of Slytherin.

Most importantly, Harry also needed the sincere companionship of friends of the same age during his growth.

In the environment of Slytherin, it was difficult to find a good friend who would impulsively go through thick and thin with Harry.

Especially among the little ones who were about to enter Slytherin this year, many came from Death Eater families.

Harry would definitely feel very uncomfortable in this atmosphere.

Harry's discomfort meant Mia's unhappiness.

Mia's unhappiness also meant his own discomfort.

Therefore, regarding the Sorting, Sebastian was happy to see Harry go to Gryffindor.

After figuring this out, Sebastian relaxed completely.

He looked at the Sorting Hat in his hand and decided to verify another guess of his.

Sebastian stood up straight, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

In just an instant, his aura changed.

He slowly reached his right hand into the Sorting Hat, then gently made a grasping motion.

Suddenly, a suppressed smile appeared on his face, and he felt a cold, metallic touch in his hand.

It was the hilt of a sword.

Sebastian gripped the hilt and pulled forcefully.

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic sound echoed in the Headmaster's office.

Instantly, a long sword inlaid with gemstones was pulled out, the blade emitting a cold light that illuminated the entire room.

Huh?

Why was there the sound of a sword being drawn?

Wasn't it pulled out from inside the hat?

Sebastian turned the Sorting Hat over and studied it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

With the sound of the sword, the entire Headmaster's office became lively.

"This is impossible," Phineas in the portrait was the first to shout, "You're a Slytherin, how can you draw this sword!"

After Phineas, the other Headmaster portraits also spoke up, discussing this strange phenomenon.

Everyone argued more and more fiercely, and in the end, Headmistress Delilah's portrait ran directly into Phineas's frame, chasing after him and hitting him.

Sebastian happily looked at the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand and stylishly flourished it.

Then, he thrust the long sword forward and smiled at the portraits of the headmasters.

"Haha, from today onwards, I am the Gryffindor Sword Saint from Slytherin..."

Before he could finish speaking, accompanied by Fawkes's crisp phoenix cry, Dumbledore's figure appeared in the Headmaster's office.

He looked at Sebastian, who was pointing the sword at him, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Sebastian, you can tell me what you need."

"I think I would be very easy to talk to even if you didn't point a sword at me."

Dumbledore playfully joked, then returned to his seat and looked at Sebastian with a smile.

Even though Sebastian's skin was thick, his face still turned red after being caught showing off by Dumbledore on the spot.

"Hehe, Headmaster, you're back so early."

Sebastian chuckled and casually placed the Sword of Gryffindor and the Sorting Hat on the shelf, then sat down opposite Dumbledore and forcibly changed the subject.

"Headmaster, I heard that Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone is in your hands, can I borrow it for a while?"

Dumbledore's expression was somewhat surprised. He didn't expect that Sebastian would come to him today, just after he had obtained the Philosopher's Stone yesterday.

"Oh, if you're interested in the Philosopher's Stone, why not try making one yourself?"

Dumbledore didn't directly answer Sebastian's request, but instead threw a question at him.

Hearing this, Sebastian smiled slightly.

So much for being easy to talk to!

I knew it wouldn't be that simple!

"Headmaster, although Nicolas Flamel has published all the steps to make the Philosopher's Stone, no one has succeeded so far."

"The Swann family has also researched it, but we haven't found the problem."

"Only Nicolas Flamel himself knows when the Philosopher's Stone was created, but it truly appeared before the world after the European Black Death pandemic."

"I have a guess that the creation of the Philosopher's Stone requires extremely vast life force."

"This also explains why Nicolas Flamel said that he created the Philosopher's Stone by chance, and even if he had another chance, he wouldn't be able to do it."

"Of course," Sebastian changed the subject, looking at Dumbledore with burning eyes, "I have no intention of verifying whether this idea is correct, I just want to borrow the Philosopher's Stone."

Dumbledore was expressionless, making it impossible for Sebastian to guess his inner thoughts.

"After getting the Philosopher's Stone, what are you going to do?"

"Create endless gold?"

Before Sebastian could answer, Dumbledore continued earnestly.

"There is a saying among Muggles that a person's desires are like Pandora's box, once fully opened, they can never be closed again."

"Sebastian, you already have enough money, don't let the Philosopher's Stone corrupt your will."

"No, you misunderstood me again, I just want to use the Philosopher's Stone to make water to drink." Sebastian took out a special cup and placed it on Dumbledore's table.

Dumbledore was speechless.

Was this guy treating him like an idiot?

Although water infused with the Philosopher's Stone is indeed one of the raw materials for creating an elixir of immortality, drinking it directly is too crude.

Even saying you were going to use it to water flowers would be more believable than that.

Sebastian was somewhat helpless. He actually just wanted some water infused with the Philosopher's Stone to water herbs and do some other things.

For example, do some potion experiments.

And for example, save Quirrell.

Thinking of Quirrell's misfortune, Sebastian was still very puzzled.

When he first came to Hogwarts, Quirrell hadn't resigned yet. After receiving the photo album he sent, he decided to travel to the Muggle world.

But Sebastian never expected that Quirrell would go to the forests of Albania.

What's up with that?

Do the flowers there make prettier specimens?

Did he have to be so unlucky!

When they met again at the Leaky Cauldron, Quirrell had already been completely bewitched by Voldemort.

During Sebastian's communication with Quirrell, he had not yet been possessed by Voldemort.

Sebastian understood at that time that even if he took the initiative to speak out, it would be useless, and might even alert the enemy.

However, Sebastian was still prepared to give him a hand at a critical moment.

But how to help, and when to help, was worth planning carefully.

While Sebastian's thoughts were running wild, Dumbledore just looked at the special water cup on the table, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long time, Dumbledore spoke.

"Sebastian, I can help you prepare the water you need."

"However, you should have heard the rumors that someone is eyeing the Philosopher's Stone."

"So I need you and me together..."

"Protect the Philosopher's Stone!"

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