Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Tiera turned around slowly, wearing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Mr. Principal." Tiera shouted respectfully, thought for a moment, and ran to Dumbledore with small steps, like a child who was caught making a mistake, and said honestly, bowing his head, "Mr. Principal, I was wrong. I shouldn't be out during curfew time."

"If I remember correctly, you and Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy have already been punished once for this, and you swore to Professor McGonagall that you would not Again." Dumbledore said kindly, "Then what is so urgent that you have to break your oath?"

"Yes... it's the Philosopher's Stone, sir." Tiera answered honestly, shaking out all of Harry's investigation results and guesses - including their actions tonight.

"But you don't think so, do you?" Dumbledore asked after listening quietly. "You don't think it's Snape, do you?"

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster." Tiera replied, "Snape will teach me potions every Sunday. I don't think Snape is the type to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"Do you judge that just by getting along with him?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's not all, and his usual attitude towards Harry... Although it is bad, it is definitely not malicious, but with a little bit of hatred for iron and steel, and... and I don't know." Yella mulled over her words.

"Very good, any more?" Dumbledore asked.

"But the idea of ​​someone hitting the Philosopher's Stone is a fact, so I started to pay attention to the teachers at school that Snape didn't deal with."

"Uh huh, is there anything else?"

"I didn't notice Professor Quirrell at first, and it wasn't until Harry overheard a conversation between Snape and Quirrell that I finally determined that there might be something wrong with Professor Quirrell," Tiera said. " So I will go to Professor Quirrell's office tonight. If Professor Quirrell is in the office tonight, then my conjecture will be self-defeating. If he is not, then I can just look for evidence to confirm my conjecture. "

Tiera took a lot of effort to make up the lie.

"Has the evidence been found?" Dumbledore asked.

"No." Tiera pretended to be ashamed, "It seems that I guessed wrong."

"No, you guessed right." Dumbledore said, "Professor Quirrell does have a problem."

"Really?" Tiera pretended to be surprised.

"Really." Dumbledore smiled, "Although I don't have any evidence, I have it today."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore stretched out his arm and said, "Hold my arm."

Tiera complied.

Immediately afterwards, with a whirlwind, Tiera appeared in a room that looked like a basement.

Four tall torches stood around the room, and in the center of the room stood a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror with gold edges.

It's the Mirror of Erised!

However, there was neither Tierra's hometown nor his parents nor his figure in the magic mirror. Instead, there was a middle-aged man whose head was wrapped in rags, and his face was ferocious, angry and scared—

It's Professor Quirrell!

"This is the world inside the Mirror of Erised." Dumbledore's voice came from Tiera's side, "Only those who have seen through the illusion of the magic mirror can reach it through Apparition."

Dumbledore smiled at Tiera, "I believe that one day you will be able to come here by your own strength."

"But this is the first time I've seen a young wizard who has adapted to Apparition so quickly. Many...even adult wizards spit out their stomach acid when they Apparate for the first time." Dumbledore pretended to be said casually.

"Maybe because my stomach is empty." Tiera said perfunctorily.

He often teleports back and forth at a distance of tens of thousands of light-years, and the distance within the castle is also sprinkled with water.

Dumbledore nodded, accepting Tierra's statement.

"Mr. Headmaster, so Professor Quirrell really has a problem?" Tiera asked.

"Oh, he's not as simple as having a problem," Dumbledore said. "Your inference is accurate."

"Look at it." Dumbledore said and waved his hand. In the mirror space, he turned into a tea table and two chairs.

There are two delicate and small ceramic cups, a pot of hot tea, and a three-tier dessert stand. On the shelf are five strawberry cheesecakes, two buttercream buns, and three rose shortcakes.

"Try it." Dumbledore pulled out the chair and sat down, greeting Tiera and said, "Although it's already past tea time, it doesn't prevent us from enjoying a little dessert, does it?"

"Thank you, Mr. Principal." Tiera obediently pulled out another chair and sat down.

"But I still recommend that you ask the house-elf for something to eat after you go out." Dumbledore poured a cup of black tea and took a bite of the rose shortbread. Being able to taste it can also make you feel full, but it is fake after all, and once you leave the space it all goes away and your body even feels hungrier than before. Let's just pass the time now, lest you get too bored with an old man like me. "

"No, Mr. Principal, you are the greatest white wizard, and it is my honor to be in the same room with you." Tiera took a sip of black tea, which was sweet and delicious.

She took another bite of the rose shortcake, which was soft and crispy.

Of course, Tiera would not pass up such a good opportunity.

Bring some learning problems, mainly the problems of transfiguration and alchemy, to Dumbledore.

Tiera has already asked Tom Riddle all these questions, but if she listens to it, it will be dark. Tiera still wants to think about the problem from multiple perspectives. refining.

In any case, Tiera believed that her knowledge and accumulation of knowledge, which was much higher than that of other little wizards, could not be concealed from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore patiently answered them one by one, and even drew inferences from each other to explain in simple terms, which greatly benefited Tiera.

"Your knowledge," said Dumbledore, "is quite rare among young wizards your age."

"Can you tell me why you study and absorb knowledge so hard?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Because I feel my insignificance and the vastness of the universe." Tiera instantly entered the essay mode, just like when his tutor asked him why he wanted to go to graduate school during the re-examination of his postgraduate entrance examination.

Tiera looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle... Huaban said, "The universe is so big, I want to see it."