Chapter 200 I have a bold idea
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Glenn couldn't help but glance sideways at Dumbledore's position.
Although under the effect of the Disillusionment Curse, he could not see Dumbledore's expression, but he could still guess the kind aunt's smile on his face at this time.
The two encouraged each other a few more words, and Hermione raised her head and drank the potion in the bottle.
Glenn shook his head secretly. As expected, these two children still didn't understand the dangers of human nature.
I didn't even know what the potion was, yet I dared to drink such a large amount without fear of being stolen.
"How about it?"
Harry asked with concern when he saw her shudder.
"It's okay." Hermione shook her head, "It feels cold and biting."
Come on, go, it won't work after a while. "
Hermione walked to the door, turned back and said: "You must be careful..."
"move!"
The girl gave him a deep look, straight through the purple flames.
Harry watched nervously as she disappeared into the flames without any screams. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the smallest bottle.
He turned around and looked at the black flames anxiously.
"I am coming."
He gritted his teeth, gathered up his courage, and drank the liquid in the small bottle in one gulp.
After a solid cold war, he did not hesitate, went straight to the black flames, and plunged into it.
A few seconds later, a vaguely surprised voice passed through the flames and reached Glenn's ears.
"It's you?!"
Needless to say, Harry must have just learned Quirrell's identity and was in a state of disbelief.
Dumbledore waved slightly, and Glenn felt a cool liquid being drawn out of his body, and the two figures were revealed again.
"I have a question, Professor." Glenn looked at Dumbledore's smiling face and asked.
Dumbledore looked at the black flames and said, "Ask."
"Isn't this level a little too obvious..." Glenn considered it for a moment and said.
Dumbledore didn't understand what he meant and asked with some confusion: "How do you say that?"
"I'm referring to this logical reasoning question. If the purpose is to protect the Magic Stone..."
Glenn pointed to the bottle on the table and made a shuffling motion with his hands like when playing mahjong.
"If we come here early and mess up the order, wouldn't we just take care of Quirrell?"
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said after considering: "This is a very smart approach, but..."
Glenn looked at him sideways, not knowing what he wanted to say next.
"It's just that it's a bit unethical..."
After listening to Dumbledore's words, Glenn shrugged noncommittally. Compared with his life, it's just as dirty as it is dirty.
At this time, a cold and low voice came from behind the black flames.
"Use...the boy...the boy..."
Judging by the time, it should have been the time for Voldemort to show up.
"When are we going in, Professor?" Glenn asked after listening attentively.
Dumbledore thought for a moment and said, "It should be almost done. We just need to wait for Harry to get the Sorcerer's Stone."
"Okay." Glenn nodded obediently.
"I will open the fire blockade later, and you can go directly in to help Harry." Dumbledore arranged.
"Okay...wait a minute!" Glenn was about to agree, but suddenly reacted and asked in surprise, "Me? You mean, myself?"
Dumbledore nodded matter-of-factly.
"I think for Harry, it's easy to gain his trust by being someone who shows up when he needs help the most. And your position in his mind is very important in helping his character grow."
Glenn had to admit that Dumbledore's ideas coincided with his, but they were not in line with his values.
It's not cost-effective to take such a big risk just to build an image.What's more, this appearance will definitely be remembered by His Highness the Dark Lord.
I don't have the aura of a protagonist, so it would be really dangerous if I were written down in the book.
After all, even if his grandfather, old Ollivander, was kidnapped easily, wouldn't it be reasonable to take him with him when the time comes?
Seeing Glenn's hesitation, Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Don't worry. With Quirrell's current state, he is probably no match for you, and because of the sacrificial talisman that Harry's mother left for him, Quirrell cannot have any separation from Harry at all. You can take advantage of this."
Glenn couldn't help but smile bitterly. What he was afraid of was not Quirrell at all, but the noseless monster stuck to the back of Quirrell's head!
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and his eyes lit up.
"By the way, Professor. I have a bold idea..."
"Oh?" Dumbledore looked curious, "What do you think? Tell me?"
"I am a Disguise Magus, do you remember?" Glenn said with a smile, "When I met Voldemort head-on in the Forbidden Forest, I used the Disguise Magus ability in advance."
"Who have you become?"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Glenn said with a smile.
Dumbledore's expression froze, as if he was holding back a smile.
"You should know the identity of Mr. Lucius Malfoy back then, right?"
"I know." Glenn nodded, "That's why I turned into Master Malfoy."
Dumbledore smiled: "It's an interesting idea. If I guess correctly, you want to disguise yourself as him again, right?"
"Yes." Glenn nodded again, "As long as I deal with Quirrell and Voldemort, I can change back to myself. I can even tell him that I used Polyjuice Potion."
Dumbledore thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
Although this idea is a bit bold, there are no loopholes at all.
Glenn immediately closed his eyes and transformed his appearance into that of Draco Malfoy again.
It feels so good to open a trumpet.
At this time, Harry's voice came out from behind the flames again.
"lie!"
This time the sound was much louder than before, and the two heard it clearly.
"It's your turn, Glenn."
Dumbledore waved his hand, and the black flames immediately separated to the left and right.
Glenn drew his wand and stepped into the last room.
His steps were neither fast nor slow, and he did not appear anxious at all.
Quirrell had knocked Harry to the ground and was straddling him, looking at his hands and screaming in pain.
Harry's scar was in severe pain at this time, and he no longer cared to see who it was. He only heard a very familiar soft voice coming from his ears.
"Don't be afraid, Harry."
Glenn raised his wand and uttered a spell.
"Back the enemy three feet!"
A colorless wave of magic power burst out, like a heavy punch, hitting Quirrell's chest.
The huge force knocked him over and took him flying backwards far away.
Glenn showed the same smile as when he was stabbed in the back and spoke again.
"We meet again, His Highness the Dark Lord."
Although under the effect of the Disillusionment Curse, he could not see Dumbledore's expression, but he could still guess the kind aunt's smile on his face at this time.
The two encouraged each other a few more words, and Hermione raised her head and drank the potion in the bottle.
Glenn shook his head secretly. As expected, these two children still didn't understand the dangers of human nature.
I didn't even know what the potion was, yet I dared to drink such a large amount without fear of being stolen.
"How about it?"
Harry asked with concern when he saw her shudder.
"It's okay." Hermione shook her head, "It feels cold and biting."
Come on, go, it won't work after a while. "
Hermione walked to the door, turned back and said: "You must be careful..."
"move!"
The girl gave him a deep look, straight through the purple flames.
Harry watched nervously as she disappeared into the flames without any screams. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the smallest bottle.
He turned around and looked at the black flames anxiously.
"I am coming."
He gritted his teeth, gathered up his courage, and drank the liquid in the small bottle in one gulp.
After a solid cold war, he did not hesitate, went straight to the black flames, and plunged into it.
A few seconds later, a vaguely surprised voice passed through the flames and reached Glenn's ears.
"It's you?!"
Needless to say, Harry must have just learned Quirrell's identity and was in a state of disbelief.
Dumbledore waved slightly, and Glenn felt a cool liquid being drawn out of his body, and the two figures were revealed again.
"I have a question, Professor." Glenn looked at Dumbledore's smiling face and asked.
Dumbledore looked at the black flames and said, "Ask."
"Isn't this level a little too obvious..." Glenn considered it for a moment and said.
Dumbledore didn't understand what he meant and asked with some confusion: "How do you say that?"
"I'm referring to this logical reasoning question. If the purpose is to protect the Magic Stone..."
Glenn pointed to the bottle on the table and made a shuffling motion with his hands like when playing mahjong.
"If we come here early and mess up the order, wouldn't we just take care of Quirrell?"
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said after considering: "This is a very smart approach, but..."
Glenn looked at him sideways, not knowing what he wanted to say next.
"It's just that it's a bit unethical..."
After listening to Dumbledore's words, Glenn shrugged noncommittally. Compared with his life, it's just as dirty as it is dirty.
At this time, a cold and low voice came from behind the black flames.
"Use...the boy...the boy..."
Judging by the time, it should have been the time for Voldemort to show up.
"When are we going in, Professor?" Glenn asked after listening attentively.
Dumbledore thought for a moment and said, "It should be almost done. We just need to wait for Harry to get the Sorcerer's Stone."
"Okay." Glenn nodded obediently.
"I will open the fire blockade later, and you can go directly in to help Harry." Dumbledore arranged.
"Okay...wait a minute!" Glenn was about to agree, but suddenly reacted and asked in surprise, "Me? You mean, myself?"
Dumbledore nodded matter-of-factly.
"I think for Harry, it's easy to gain his trust by being someone who shows up when he needs help the most. And your position in his mind is very important in helping his character grow."
Glenn had to admit that Dumbledore's ideas coincided with his, but they were not in line with his values.
It's not cost-effective to take such a big risk just to build an image.What's more, this appearance will definitely be remembered by His Highness the Dark Lord.
I don't have the aura of a protagonist, so it would be really dangerous if I were written down in the book.
After all, even if his grandfather, old Ollivander, was kidnapped easily, wouldn't it be reasonable to take him with him when the time comes?
Seeing Glenn's hesitation, Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Don't worry. With Quirrell's current state, he is probably no match for you, and because of the sacrificial talisman that Harry's mother left for him, Quirrell cannot have any separation from Harry at all. You can take advantage of this."
Glenn couldn't help but smile bitterly. What he was afraid of was not Quirrell at all, but the noseless monster stuck to the back of Quirrell's head!
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and his eyes lit up.
"By the way, Professor. I have a bold idea..."
"Oh?" Dumbledore looked curious, "What do you think? Tell me?"
"I am a Disguise Magus, do you remember?" Glenn said with a smile, "When I met Voldemort head-on in the Forbidden Forest, I used the Disguise Magus ability in advance."
"Who have you become?"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Glenn said with a smile.
Dumbledore's expression froze, as if he was holding back a smile.
"You should know the identity of Mr. Lucius Malfoy back then, right?"
"I know." Glenn nodded, "That's why I turned into Master Malfoy."
Dumbledore smiled: "It's an interesting idea. If I guess correctly, you want to disguise yourself as him again, right?"
"Yes." Glenn nodded again, "As long as I deal with Quirrell and Voldemort, I can change back to myself. I can even tell him that I used Polyjuice Potion."
Dumbledore thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
Although this idea is a bit bold, there are no loopholes at all.
Glenn immediately closed his eyes and transformed his appearance into that of Draco Malfoy again.
It feels so good to open a trumpet.
At this time, Harry's voice came out from behind the flames again.
"lie!"
This time the sound was much louder than before, and the two heard it clearly.
"It's your turn, Glenn."
Dumbledore waved his hand, and the black flames immediately separated to the left and right.
Glenn drew his wand and stepped into the last room.
His steps were neither fast nor slow, and he did not appear anxious at all.
Quirrell had knocked Harry to the ground and was straddling him, looking at his hands and screaming in pain.
Harry's scar was in severe pain at this time, and he no longer cared to see who it was. He only heard a very familiar soft voice coming from his ears.
"Don't be afraid, Harry."
Glenn raised his wand and uttered a spell.
"Back the enemy three feet!"
A colorless wave of magic power burst out, like a heavy punch, hitting Quirrell's chest.
The huge force knocked him over and took him flying backwards far away.
Glenn showed the same smile as when he was stabbed in the back and spoke again.
"We meet again, His Highness the Dark Lord."
