"That's enough, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore rejected Dracula's invitation to play with him and reluctantly changed the subject, "Don't you still have to set up protection for the Philosopher's Stone?"
"That's right." Dracula nodded, as if he had found other fun.
"When you have time, you must give Fluffy a bath. He's too dirty now and it affects the feel of the hand." He patted the big head of the three-headed dog and said to it, "Fluffy, move your fat belly to the side. It's blocking the door."
When Dracula entered the room, he found Fluffy standing on a trapdoor, and he was obviously guarding something.
Fluffy moved obediently and squeezed into a corner of the room, leaving a path for Dracula and Dumbledore to reach the trapdoor.
Dumbledore waved his hand, and the pull ring on the trapdoor was immediately pulled up by an invisible force and opened suddenly.
It was pitch black under the doorway, and it was quite deep, but with the vampire's excellent night vision, he could clearly see what was going on below.
"Tsk, a Devil's Net was laid specially for this purpose. Professor Sprout is afraid that someone who comes to steal the Philosopher's Stone might break it." Dracula glanced at Dumbledore and said teasingly, "Besides, there shouldn't be many wizards who haven't learned the Slowing Spell. Perhaps this is a level specially prepared for young wizards in the lower grades?"
Dumbledore smiled without saying anything, and landed lightly on the ground below the trapdoor.
Dracula fell back into the cave in a cool manner, and after a moment he fell and lay on a soft devil's web.
"The preparations are really thorough to protect intruders." He sighed as he lay on the Devil's Net where he dared not move because of the strong dark aura.
Dracula stood up and walked with Dumbledore along the stone corridor in front of the Devil's Snare to the end, where they could see a brightly lit room.
There was a high vaulted ceiling above the room. Countless birds, as dazzling as gems, fluttered their wings and flew around the room. Opposite the room was a heavy wooden door.
"They set up a wooden door, but left the key, and even left a few flying brooms." Dracula looked at the magic bird in the sky and the brooms in the corner, and chuckled, "You turned the anti-intrusion protection into a level-breaking game, you are really good."
After listening to Dracula's sarcastic words along the way, Dumbledore finally couldn't hold back his calm facial expression and laughed helplessly.
"Professor Dracula, I knew I couldn't hide it from you," he said. "In fact, you may have guessed that I didn't intend to use these obstacles to keep real intruders out. These are just levels to test and train students."
"Who are you testing? Who are you training?" Dracula chuckled. "If I'm not mistaken, you are doing this for the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, right?"
"As expected, it still can't escape your eyes, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore sighed softly, "I do want to train Harry. He is an indispensable part of the process of completely defeating Voldemort."
"So I must ask you not to set the difficulty of the next levels too high. I don't want Harry to lose confidence because of the levels assigned by his professor before he even faces Voldemort."
Dracula nodded indifferently. He had hoped to know more about the secrets of this savior.
How could a one-year-old child defeat the most powerful dark wizard in the world? Dracula was very curious about this.
The two of them waved their hands casually to unlock the thick wooden door, and then after passing a large puzzle chessboard, they came to a room that still had a faint smell of rot.
"There used to be a giant monster here, and Quirrell just carried it away yesterday," Dumbledore explained. "So the smell is still not very good. So please help Professor Dracula to set up a level here!"
Dracula looked around the empty room.
"Before setting up the levels, I have a question. What kind of difficulty level can allow a young wizard like Harry Potter to pass it smoothly?" He asked mercilessly, "After these few classes, I really can't praise the level of spellcasting in Hogwarts. The spellcasting ability of first-year students is probably close to zero, right?"
Dumbledore covered up his embarrassment with a smile, and said to Dracula, "I believe that under the leadership of Professor Dracula, the young wizards will make rapid progress."
Dracula shook his head, having no interest in setting up a game for children to play.
"Forget it, let Quirrell give the troll a bath and then put it back in," he said lazily.
After saying that, Dracula walked straight to the next door.
Dumbledore shrugged and followed Dracula.
The next room had only a table with seven bottles of various shapes arranged on it.
As soon as the two men stepped over the threshold, a flame suddenly rose behind them, blocking the door.
This flame was unusual, it was purple. At the same time, black flames burst out from the door leading to the front, trapping the two in the middle.
"Did he really not try to kill you by turning Snape's potion level into a simple logic problem?" Dracula looked at the parchment placed next to the bottle, his lips curled up slightly.
The puzzle on the parchment was not a question about potions, but rather a logic question, which simply put the correct potion choice directly into the hands of the intruder.
Dracula and Dumbledore were not afraid of this kind of fire with average temperature. They forced their way through the black flame and arrived at the last level.
The final level consists of nothing but a very imposing mirror.
The Philosopher's Stone was hidden by Dumbledore in this mirror.
The top of the mirror is engraved with the following inscription: "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi", which must be read backwards to reveal its true meaning. After reversing the order of the letters and re-segmenting the words, you can get a sentence: I show you not your face, but your desire.
Looking at the mirror, Dracula paused for a moment, and a look of interest gradually appeared on his face.
"The Mirror of Erised reflects a person's strongest desires - usually the fulfillment of a goal or ambition. But just as each person is unique, so too does the image of the Mirror appear differently to each person," Dumbledore explained with a smile.
"So can you tell me what you saw, Professor Dracula?"
Dracula was silent for a moment, then chuckled.
"I see endless fun flying towards me." Dracula's eyes moved slightly and he said softly.
Dracula was not telling the truth.
The image he had just seen in the Mirror of Erised was not himself, nor was it even a concrete object.
What he saw was a war that engulfed the entire wizarding world and a chaotic situation.
Is this what he wants? Finding fun in chaos, stirring up trouble in disputes...
I am afraid that the world will not be in chaos!
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