Chapter 17 The Sorcerer's Stone plot begins
. Mike was shocked. In his current state, he couldn't cast offensive spells at all. However, not being able to use magic didn't mean he had no power to fight back.
He brushed his left hand across his waist, and a sharp knife appeared in his hand. Just as he was about to make a bloody hole in the arm that was covering himself, the man spoke.
"Hey, it's me, Mike. Calm down."
Mike remembered this voice. It was the voice of the Weasley brothers.
"Filch is nearby. Calm down, okay?"
Mike nodded, and the knife in his hand disappeared silently into his sleeve.
"I didn't expect that our prince charming would also have the bad habit of night wandering?" George let go of Mike's hand when he felt that Mike was no longer struggling.
"You don't look good. Did you just fight with the troll?" Fred joked as he looked at Mike's embarrassed look.
"I encountered something unexpected, George, Fred. Can you take me back to Ravenclaw? I feel terrible now."
"Of course, we are the famous Weasley brothers. Come with us, we know there is a secret passage nearby that leads directly to Ravenclaw Tower."
George and Weasley helped Mike out of the classroom. It must be said that they are really night walkers. Mike could hardly hear their footsteps, and he himself seemed to be lifted up, with his feet almost unable to touch the ground, which also made his footsteps inaudible. Soon the three of them came to the secret passage leading to Ravenclaw. The entrance to this secret passage is also located on the eighth floor of Hogwarts. There are two armors at the entrance. It can be seen that someone often comes to clean them, and there is no dust on them.
Mike, who walked out of the secret passage, finally returned to the Ravenclaw Tower. To be honest, he was very curious. You know, Ravenclaw's tower can be next to the Owl House. The secret passage is not long, but it can lead directly to the tower. "Don't you really need to go to Madam Pomfrey?" The Weasley brothers asked Mike with concern when they came to the eagle-head door knocker. After declining the kindness of the Weasley brothers, Mike answered the question of the eagle-head door knocker and returned to the Ravenclaw common room. His physical injuries were not serious, and the only thing he needed now was a good sleep. "It seems that our Prince Charming is not like a normal person." "Yes, the people of Ravenclaw are not normal, just like that follower Franklin." "You know that's not what I mean." "I know, but Mike is our friend, we don't need to find out the truth. Let's go, Filch has been led to the eighth floor, let's go to his office and get our treasure back." George and Fred talked and walked into another secret passage... At noon the next day, Mike finally woke up. After a sleep, he felt refreshed, and the fatigue of last night was swept away. "It's still good to be young!" Mike sighed as he felt the vitality in his young body. In his previous life, he was already in his forties before he crossed over, and all the functions of his body had begun to age. Today is the weekend, so Mike doesn't have to worry about being late for class. He slowly tidied up his appearance and walked out of the dormitory. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Franklin waiting outside the door, playing with the kettle in his hand. Seeing Mike go out, his eyes lit up and he handed the kettle to Mike. Mike took the kettle instinctively before he could react, but it was so heavy that he almost dropped it. The kettle was about the size of an ordinary thermos, but Mike swore that the liquid inside was definitely more than 10 kilograms. "I went to find that Hufflepuff yesterday, but he told me that the drink was made by his mother and it couldn't be bought outside." Franklin said proudly, "So I found a way to get him to give me the rest. Here, it's all here." Mike was a little stunned and said, "How much..." Hearing the word money, Franklin was even more proud, "It didn't cost any money. That Hufflepuff is really kind-hearted. He gave me all of it without saying a word when he heard that I liked it." Mike couldn't help but mourn for that Hufflepuff. But Franklin seemed to have been waiting at the door of his dormitory early in the morning, and he didn't hear any knocks from inside, probably because he was afraid of disturbing his rest. I have to say that Mike was still a little touched. He handed the kettle to Franklin and asked him to continue holding it. This thing was too heavy. "Thank you so much, Franklin. You must have been waiting outside the door for a long time." Mike said apologetically. "No, I just got here too." After a brief greeting, Mike took Franklin to the restaurant. He was already hungry. Today's lunch was very rich and tasted very good. It didn't look like British food at all. Mike took a steak and ate it slowly, and from time to time he picked up the water cup with a drink at hand and had a drink with Franklin. This time Mike didn't sit at the wrong table. He and Franklin were sitting at the exclusive table for Ravenclaw. But it turns out that sometimes even if you don't go looking for trouble, trouble will find you on its own initiative. "Mike, do you remember the time we went to Gringotts together?" Harry said to Mike, but he stopped talking when he saw Franklin beside Mike listening. Mike noticed his gaze, stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth, chewed and said, "Franklin is my brother, it's okay, Harry, go on, what happened to Gringotts?" "Gringotts was robbed the day we went to Gringotts! And Hagrid happened to take a mysterious cloth bag from the vault that day." Harry paused, "I suspect that the person who broke into Gringotts, his target was that cloth bag." " Come on, Harry. This kind of thing is too far away from us, you might as well take care of your own business." Mike tried to change the subject, "I heard that you were targeted in the Potions class, what's going on?" Harry was still too young after all, and after Mike changed the subject a few times, he started complaining to him about Snape. If Harry knew the grudge between Snape and his parents, he would probably understand why Snape hated him so much. Mike, who had finally dealt with Harry, drank the last sip of the drink in the glass and fell into deep thought as he watched Harry gradually walk away.
Judging from what Harry said just now, he and Ron should have learned something from Hagrid yesterday, and in Mike's memory, the cloth bag that Hagrid took out from Gringotts was the Philosopher's Stone.
This means that the plot of the Philosopher's Stone has finally officially begun!
I also have to think carefully about what role I should play in the next plot.