School hospital.

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

Harry was lying on one of the beds, sleeping peacefully, while Dumbledore was talking to Madam Pomfrey beside him.

Madam Pomfrey looked unhappy.

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

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

Dumbledore just smiled without refutation or explanation.

No matter whether it was Oren or Qi Luo, they were both hired by him, so he does bear a great responsibility and he cannot shirk this blame.

Fortunately, Kyle came in at this time.

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

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

"You should have come to the hospital wing immediately!" Madam Pomfrey looked at Kell 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 at this moment, their headmaster suddenly became interested in the potion bottle next to him. He lowered his head and kept looking at it, without looking over here at all.

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey didn't say anything more.

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

A soft white light emanated from the tip of the wand, and finally formed a cloud-like thing that enveloped Kyle.

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

"Good, no signs of dark magic."

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

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

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

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

Dumbledore nodded and did not insist.

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

…

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

Kyle was woken up.

Did he hear Madam Pomfrey roaring angrily, seemingly 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 looked familiar.

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

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

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

"That's a shame, the pork cutlet tasted really good 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 very worried last night.

How strange...why did I think it was Quirrell who hid it yesterday?

It wasn’t until an hour later that I realized that he didn’t have to do that if he just wanted to get through the trapdoor. And it’s not easy to hide a three-headed dog that big.”

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

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

In fact, the effect of the Foling potion he drank only lasted about an hour.

"I'm 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 found other ways to pass through the trapdoor."

Kyle nodded. He had already guessed Dumbledore's purpose.

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Subconsciously, Kyle glanced around.

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

But Madam Pomfrey, the person he wanted to see the most, was not here. He missed her so much... the way she looked when she was chasing people away yesterday.

Kyle began to change the subject, from Quidditch to exams, and then to the final House Cup...

Dumbledore chatted with him patiently and seemed to be enjoying it.

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

"So what does the House Cup have to do with the Philosopher's Stone... That's too much of a hard turn of events," Kyle complained.

But in response to Dumbledore's question, he nodded and said, "I saw it. Potter had been holding it, but then it fell into the Fiendfyre."

"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 later and there was no trace of it... It's impossible."

"Have you looked carefully?" Kyle whispered, "Maybe it rolled into another room..."

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

"Um…I heard it from Potter."

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

Kyle wasn't really lying when he said this, because he had indeed heard the word "Sorcerer's Stone" from Harry and Ron more than once.

Sometimes it was in the auditorium, sometimes in the corridor, and when they were "plotting loudly" they didn't even notice if there were other people around.

It’s just that most people think they are just talking nonsense and don’t take it seriously at all.

"It seems 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 either?"

Kyle said nothing.

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

"I checked the footage from the Mirror of Erised yesterday..." Dumbledore blinked. "Perhaps I can ask Newt. He should be able to recognize the Niffler."

(End of this chapter)