At noon the next day, an owl came to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, bringing an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic.
After receiving the letter, Dumbledore smiled knowingly and then planned to go to the Ministry of Magic in London through the fireplace in his office.
Before leaving, he looked at Fawkes and whispered, "When there is any movement in the bathroom, take this letter to Harry."
Fawkes nodded considerately and looked towards Dumbledore's desk.
There was a letter there, and on the envelope was addressed "To Mr. Harry Potter."
Next to the letter was a mirror with a runic character engraved on it. The character was like a sharp eye, reflecting the image of the half-abandoned girls' bathroom clearly in the mirror -
A row of copper faucets dripped water "tick-tick", "tick-tick", but one of them looked very out of place. It didn't drip water, and the handle on the top was missing...
"If Professor Dracula knew I was spying on a girls' bathroom, he would surely take the opportunity to tease me."
Dumbledore glanced once more at the surveillance mirror, shook his head in self-mockery, and then without stopping, walked into the green flames in the fireplace.
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Professor Dracula, who Dumbledore was worried about and worried about making fun of this behavior, was doing the same thing at this time, also observing the situation in the girls' bathroom...
Everything seems normal today, but there is also something abnormal going on everywhere.
Dumbledore had just been led away by an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic. A few minutes later, Quirrell claimed that he had a cold and asked Dracula for a day off.
Besides, Dracula had two consecutive Defense Against the Dark Arts classes to teach that afternoon, so it was difficult for him to find any free time.
Each of these things seems normal, and each of them happens from time to time, but when these coincidences are combined together, then the coincidence is no longer a coincidence—
This clearly means that Voldemort is ready to take action on the Philosopher's Stone!
Although Voldemort had made a lot of preparations, the two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes did not seem to be able to effectively hinder Dracula. Or, he and Quirrell had never thought of any way to delay this reckless man, and choosing the time for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was probably just a helpless move.
And Voldemort obviously overestimated Dracula's professionalism -
"This class is for self-study. The class representative is responsible for maintaining class discipline. If you have any questions you don't understand, don't ask me. I'm not responsible for answering them even if you ask. What? There is no class representative? Then it's you, Digory. You are responsible for maintaining class discipline."
Dracula arranged his self-study in a hasty manner, and then leaned against the blackboard behind him in boredom. However, his vision switched to another place.
This is a bat's vision, or more precisely, a bat's hearing.
The bats he left in the bathroom continuously emitted ultrasonic waves that normal people could not hear. When the ears received the signals that bounced back from the room, they constructed a complete topographic map of the bathroom, which was not affected by the dark vision at all.
Neither Dracula nor Fox had to wait long.
Halfway through the first class in the afternoon, a furtive figure wearing a purple headscarf sneaked into the girls' bathroom and walked straight to the row of copper faucets.
A creepy hissing sound came from Quirrell's turban.
Suddenly, the faucet without a handle emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then, the pool also started to move, slowly sinking from sight, and in its place was a very thick water pipe that could accommodate a person.
In the headmaster's office, Fawkes watched this scene in the mirror with wide eyes and realized that this was the unusual movement that Dumbledore had mentioned.
So he grabbed the letter on the table with his two claws, and then turned into a ball of golden-red fire and disappeared on the spot.
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Dracula's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a terrifying light.
"Study hard on yourselves. I'll be out for a while. Digory, don't forget to maintain order in the classroom." He said seriously.
However, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise up, looking very interested.
Looking at Dracula's smile, the Weiss twins, who were whispering about how to escape confinement, shuddered.
"What's wrong with professor? That smile is so scary..." George said in a low voice.
"It's really scary." Fred nodded, and then he suddenly realized, "That's not right. The professor is gone, so why are we still afraid of him?"
As he said that, he pulled George up and shouted, "The professor is gone, let's have fun!"
Cedric hurriedly stood up and tried to stop it, but it was useless in the atmosphere gradually heated up by many Gryffindor wizards...
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In the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron were playing wizard chess, and Hermione buried her face in a pile of books next to her, looking for information.
Judging from the situation on the chessboard, Ron played wizard chess very well, and Harry was sweating profusely and was at a loss.
Ron ordered the queen on the chessboard to move diagonally forward again, revealing a smug smile.
"Give up, Harry!" he said excitedly.
"Wait a little longer, I can still hold on for a while." Harry said stubbornly.
At this moment, a golden-red light flashed.
"Ron, did you see that? There was a flash of red light just now." Harry was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look.
"Harry, don't try these little tricks. Fred and George are tired of those distraction methods!" Ron said dissatisfiedly. His attention was all on the chessboard, and he didn't notice the fire from Fawkes at all. "Give up, Harry, like a man!"
However, Harry's attention was no longer on the chessboard. He looked at the empty small table behind him and asked in confusion, "Ron, when did a letter appear here?"
Ron thought Harry was trying to change the subject, so he leaned over to take a look in disbelief.
"Maybe someone put it there. It has nothing to do with us. Harry, come and finish this game!" He said anxiously, "I'm about to win, don't try to cheat!"
Harry ignored him and walked over to the table and picked up the letter.
"From Mr. Harry Potter... Is this for me?"
He opened the envelope puzzled.
Inside was a piece of parchment with beautiful, elegant handwriting—
"Harry, if you are careful enough, you may be able to recognize this handwriting. Yes, I gave you the Invisibility Cloak..."
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