Chapter 227: Cunning Dumbledore

School Hospital.

After ordering the basilisk to go back to sleep, Kyle rushed here as fast as possible.

Harry was sleeping quietly on one of the beds, while Dumbledore was talking to Madam Pomfrey next to him.

Madam Pomfrey looked a little unhappy.

"Last year it was a dark wizard, this year it's a Death Eater, so what will be the identity of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year... a mysterious man?"

Madam Pomfrey glanced at Dumbledore, "If that's the case, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

Dumbledore just smiled, without refuting or making excuses.

Whether it was Oren or Quirrell, he was the one who found them, and he did have a lot of responsibility, and he couldn't get rid of this pot.

Fortunately, Kyle came in at this time.

"Oh, you're just in time, Kyle, we just talked about you..."

Dumbledore quickly ended his conversation with Madam Pomfrey and walked towards Kyle, but a second later, he was squeezed aside by Madam Pomfrey.

"You should have come to the hospital ward immediately!" Madam Pomfrey looked at Kyle angrily.

At this moment, she looked more like a villain than Voldemort.

Kyle looked at Dumbledore for help, hoping that he would help him out.

But their headmaster suddenly became interested in the potion bottle next to him. He lowered his head and kept looking at it, and didn't look here at all.

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey didn't say anything more.

"Okay, stand still!" She took out her wand and shook it in front of Kyle twice.

The tip of the wand sprinkled soft white light, and finally formed a cloud-like thing that wrapped Kyle.

Madam Pomfrey stared at the "clouds" for a long time before she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very good, there is no sign of dark magic."

"You should really feel lucky..." Madam Pomfrey said with a stern face: "When Harry Potter was sent here, he couldn't even say a complete sentence."

She took out a bottle of potion and then drove Kyle to the bed.

"Well...Poppy, can I have a few words with him?" Dumbledore whispered, "Just two words, it won't take up too much time."

"Even if you say so, Headmaster." Madam Pomfrey frowned, "But the child has just experienced the Fiendfyre... He needs to rest now."

Dumbledore nodded and didn't insist.

After drinking the potion, Kyle felt dizzy and fell asleep soon.

...

When he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Kyle was woken up.

He heard Madam Pomfrey roaring angrily, as if she was driving Fred and George away?

"Good morning, Kyle.

Kyle opened his eyes and saw Dumbledore smiling beside the bed.

He always felt that this scene was a little familiar.

Oh yes, it was the same last year... and the time was about the same.

"Good morning, professor." Kyle sat up and asked, "How is Potter."

"I'm glad you asked that. "He's fine," Dumbledore said. "He'll probably wake up around noon...Want to eat something? There are fried pork chops in the kitchen this morning."

"No, I don't have much appetite." Kyle shook his head.

"That's a pity. The fried pork chops taste great today."

Kyle thought Dumbledore would ask him why he went to the restricted area, but he didn't. After a brief chat, Dumbledore just said calmly: "By the way, remember to return Fluffy to Hagrid later. He was so anxious last night.

It's so strange...why did I think it was Quirrell who hid it yesterday?

It wasn't until an hour later that I realized that if he just wanted to pass through the trapdoor, he didn't have to do this. And it's not easy to hide such a big three-headed dog. "

"Unless there is some kind of magical prop...like a box, or a bag or something."

"Uh..." Kyle was a little embarrassed.

In fact, the amount of Felix Felicis he drank only lasted about an hour.

"Sorry, Professor. "

"It's okay, Kyle, I don't mean to blame you. In fact, even if you didn't take Fluffy away, Quirrell would have other ways to pass through the trapdoor."

Kyle nodded. He had guessed Dumbledore's purpose.

Subconsciously, Kyle glanced around.

There were only him, Dumbledore, and Harry who was sleeping soundly in the room.

And Madam Pomfrey, whom he wanted to see the most, was not here. He really missed her... the way she chased people away yesterday.

Kyle began to change the subject, from Quidditch to exams, and then to the final college cup...

Dumbledore also patiently talked to him about this and that, and he looked like he was enjoying it.

But what is coming will come. Just when Kyle finished talking about the college cup and was about to move on to the next topic, Dumbledore said first: "Speaking of the college cup... I suddenly remembered, Kyle, did you see a bright red stone yesterday. "

"So what is the relationship between the college cup and the Philosopher's Stone... This topic change is too hard. "Kyle complained in his heart.

But facing Dumbledore's question, he nodded and said: "I saw it, Potter had been holding it, but then it fell into the fierce flame."

"Yes, that's what Harry said." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "But the interesting thing is that the Philosopher's Stone is a very magical stone. Even the Fiendfyre can hardly burn it.

I went back to see it later, and there was no trace of it... This is impossible."

"Have you looked carefully?" Kyle whispered, "Maybe it rolled to other rooms..."

"I looked very carefully." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It seems that you already know where the Philosopher's Stone is hidden."

"Uh... I heard it from Potter."

Kyle said, "During breakfast, he and Ron were discussing how to stop Professor Snape from stealing the Philosopher's Stone from the restricted area."

Kyle's words were not really a lie, because he had heard the word "Philosopher's Stone" from Harry and Ron more than once.

Sometimes in the hall, sometimes in the corridor, when they were "plotting loudly", they didn't pay attention to whether there were other people around.

But most people thought they were just talking nonsense and didn't care at all.

"It seems that they have learned a lot of information from Hagrid." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

He looked at Kyle again, "So you don't know where the Philosopher's Stone is?"

Kyle didn't say anything.

"It seems that... the Philosopher's Stone should have been taken away by the Niffler."

"I checked the picture taken by the Mirror of Erised yesterday..." Dumbledore blinked, "Maybe I can ask Newt, he should be able to recognize the Niffler."