Chapter 73 The Philosopher's Stone

The original version of the Confusion Spell is [Confuse the Eyes and the Ears].

It is a magic spell used to trick, confuse opponents or interfere with objects. It is released very quickly, usually colorless and silent. The person who is cursed often has no time to prevent it. Once he is cursed, he will tremble and obey the orders of the caster.

But unlike the long-term control of the Imperius Curse, the control time of the Confusion Spell is shorter, usually only making people confused for a while.

The principle is to inject one's own thoughts into the spell to interfere with the cursed.

Just now, Basil extended his index finger to cast the Confusion Spell.

To Lee Jordan and the captain of the Hufflepuff team respectively.

So, in Lee Jordan's praise, there was a comparison between Harry and Anderson's grades.

The captain of the Hufflepuff team suddenly thought of whether to replace Anderson with Diggory.

These are all thoughts that would occur under normal circumstances, and Basil just fueled the flames.

Even the cursed person himself thought it was his own thought.

So Diggory became a seeker three years ahead of schedule.

The deflection angle of the world line increased, and there were 3,000 more gems.

But the most urgent thing was to run away first, while the students were still going crazy on the lawn of the stadium, lining up to touch Harry.

So, Basil patted Hermione's furry head, signaled with his eyes, and retreated towards the castle.

But Harry, the focus of everyone's attention, couldn't escape.

It wasn't until an hour later that he was let go and was able to pass through the crowd who were still celebrating and go to the broom shed.

"Is this the world in Basil's eyes recently?" He leaned against the wooden door.

He was a little puzzled. Basil would not be touched by so many people.

Put it on him... He felt that his butt was almost rubbed bald.

Gryffindor's victory, the joy of leading, and Hogwarts shining with beautiful red light under the setting sun, could not dispel his current depression.

He was not clean.

"Huh?" Harry was suddenly attracted by a figure.

It was a hooded, sneaky guy. During dinner time, he walked out of the castle's main entrance steps at a speed that was afraid of being discovered.

Then he walked quickly towards the Forbidden Forest.

From the gait that looked like a greasy human-shaped bat crossing the ground, that person was clearly... Severus Snape!

Harry's curiosity was aroused.

He jumped back on the broom and took off.

He glided silently over the castle and saw Snape running into the Forbidden Forest.

He followed him.

Harry was not the only one who was attracted by Snape's sudden escape from the castle.

There were few people in the hall now. Many people, such as Ron, Neville and others, were still in the stadium.

In the dining room, except for the long table of Slytherin, there were only a few people.

As for dinner, Fred and his friends seemed to be having a celebration in the lounge, taking the food to the lounge and then going to the kitchen to get a few cakes.

But Basil was different. He was one of the few people.

So, Basil also saw Snape's sudden departure.

It was just that due to Snape's superb brain occlusion, other people didn't notice his departure at all.

However, Snape was going to the Forbidden Forest, Basil's blind spot.

Soon, he disappeared from Basil's sight.

Harry was the same.

But now, Basil was being fed by Hermione.

"Here, give it. This is called fried noodles with soybean sauce, right? Your favorite. Is it authentic?"

Basil took a big bite with tears in his eyes, "Authentic."

He also wanted to see where Snape was sneaking away!

As for fried noodles with soybean sauce, there is no need to say more. He arranged for Lai Lai to bring it to the kitchen.

In addition to it, there are bean juice, fried liver, door nail meat pie, stewed fire cake, fried tripe, pea yellow, and donkey roll.

But in the end, only fried noodles with soybean sauce, door nail meat pie, pea yellow, and donkey roll were successfully selected into the Hogwarts menu.

Really don't know the goods!

Britain is indeed a food desert!

In my great Youzhou, the food that all the men with sky-high patterns on their heads like to eat is actually not selected by more than half?

Thinking of this, Bajir took another bite of fried noodles with soybean sauce.

TMD! The dry yellow sauce is made of chickpeas, no additional rice wine or sweet noodle sauce is added, the meat is beef, the vegetables are not arranged in a uniform manner, only cucumber shreds, and the oil and sauce are separated. It's authentic! Hmm, it smells really good.

Harry, on the other hand, was also in the greatest confusion ever.

He heard a conversation.

Between Quirrell and Snape.

"Why did you choose to be here, Severus?"

"Oh, I don't think this should be made public," Snape said, his voice cold, "After all, students shouldn't know about the Philosopher's Stone. Have you figured out how to subdue Hagrid's monster?"

"So what if I know? This is my major. Defense Against the Dark Arts also teaches how to deal with dangerous magical creatures. What? You don't know? No wonder you failed in your application for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"You don't want me to be your enemy, Quirrell." Snape said, taking a step closer to Quirrell.

Quirrell had a blank expression on his face, even though Snape's breath shook the hair on his face.

"Enemies? I remember we were colleagues. Wait, do you want to take the Philosopher's Stone? Do you want me to tell you how to deal with the three-headed dog?"

"You know what I mean."

"I didn't."

"Very well." Snape interrupted him, "It won't be long before you have time to think it over and decide who you are loyal to, we will talk again."

Then he covered his head with his cloak and strode out of the clearing.

Quirrell also sneered and walked towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest. He should have taken a long detour and left in another direction.

Harry caressed the branches of the beech tree, motionless as a sculpture, hovering in place.

A minute later, he flew back to the field.

It was almost completely dark, but there was still a crowd on the field.

When Ron saw Harry, he came up and said there was a party in the common room, but he didn't say much.

Take Ron and leave.

Bagir, who could already see Harry's whereabouts, pulled Hermione and waited at the corner of the stairs on the first floor.

"Great!" Harry gasped, "I'm looking for you. We need to find an empty room now, one without Peeves. Come here, Baljir, you're always the one who's just right to avoid him."

"Follow me." Bagir smiled.

He led the three of them straight into an empty classroom.

Harry came in last and closed the door.

Then he told them what he had just seen and heard.

"Listen to me"

Harry was a little confused, "Now the question is what is the Philosopher's Stone? Which one is the bad guy, Snape or Quirrell."

"You still need to ask?" Ron came to the conclusion directly, "Of course it's Snape. Look how bad he is to us in class, especially to you. Professor Quirrell is just an unlucky guy who can only stay with us for one year. ”

"But Hagrid said he was a good person." Harry hesitated, "Why don't we find out what the Philosopher's Stone is first."

"I know that." Bagir shrugged, "Speaking of which, it has something to do with Ron and I's neighbors. Neighbors in the broadest sense."

"Nicholas Flamel, now living in seclusion in Devon with his wife Perenal."

"His greatest achievement was to refine a magical substance - the Philosopher's Stone."

"A stone that can turn any metal into pure gold and create the elixir of life."

"How is it possible?" Hermione denied it at first, and then thought of a possibility, "This elixir should only be able to extend life a little and make people look younger. It's like Dumbledore is still energetic even at such an old age. Yiyi. Professor McGonagall looks to be in her early 30s.”

Bagir shook his head, "No, people who drink this medicine can live forever and not grow old. Nico Flamel just celebrated his 665th birthday last year with his 658-year-old wife. ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of Nick Flamel in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

That's too old.

If he hadn't read the introduction in "The Directory of Great Alchemists", he would really have thought that the elixir of life would be immortal.

On the other side, Hermione looked at Bagir's face and said cautiously: "Could this be a biography rumor like the Great Wizard?"