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Chapter 57 Who Are You?

A student, under the guidance of the sorting hat, was sorted into different colleges.

Afterwards, there was a grand celebration, the students enjoyed the gluttonous feast, and the instructors exchanged privately about which student was more naughty.

Wu Ming was sitting on the instructor's seat, holding a glass of wine in his hand, drinking a little absent-mindedly.

Because under his observation, Professor Quirrell, who was supposed to be controlled by Voldemort, is completely a wine table master.Not only talking witty jokes, but also exchanging cups with other professors, how can he be controlled by others.

"No, I have to take the initiative to try Quirrell's moisture and see if he is under control!"

Wu Ming decided to take the initiative, so he came to Quirrell with a glass of wine, and said, "Professor Quirrell, your scarf is really nice, can you let me see it?"

"Yeah, I think so too!"

Seeing Wu Ming approaching, Professor Quirrell looked very happy. He immediately took off the turban, and said like offering a treasure: "Look at this material, it is definitely a high-quality handmade product. It's not that I'm telling you, it's this Scarves, if you search ten streets in London, you may not be able to find such a good product!"

"Yeah, it looks really good." Wu Ming held Quirrell's turban and looked at the back of Professor Quirrell's head from the corner of his eye.

Looking at the back of Professor Quirrell's head, there are some oil stains on the thick hair, and there is no Voldemort attached to it at all.

"Haven't you been controlled?" Wu Ming remained indifferent, his heart sank.

If possible, he would rather Quirrell be controlled by Voldemort, so that the development of things would not be detached from the plot.

But now, Professor Quirrell is completely a free man, so where did Voldemort, who was supposed to control Quirrell and come to Hogwarts, go now?

Voldemort disappeared. This problem can be big or small, but the impact is direct.

Wu Ming was very curious at the moment, where did Voldemort go, and whether Dumbledore knew this a long time ago, so he would be disregarding the Philosopher's Stone.

Can't figure it out, really can't figure it out.

Wu Ming felt that something must have happened in this Harry Potter world.It seems that everyone seems to be hidden in the fog, making it hard for people to see clearly.

"Professor Wu Ming, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Wu Ming holding his turban as if lost in thought, Professor Quirrell felt very strange.

"No, it's okay, I'm not feeling well!" Wu Ming also sensed what was wrong with him, smiled and waved to Professor Quirrell, and walked towards his seat with a wine glass.

Walking towards his seat, Wu Ming had a smile on his face, but looked at Dumbledore with a vague gaze.

Since Professor Quirrell has no problem, it is obvious that Dumbledore has the problem.

The next second, as if he felt it, Dumbledore turned his head at Wu Ming's gaze.

Looking at each other, Dumbledore suddenly smiled and raised his glass to Wu Ming.

Wu Ming subconsciously stared at each other, and after hesitating for two seconds, he gently raised his wine glass.

The wine glasses were respected from a distance, and Dumbledore and Wu Ming both had smiles on their faces, and each took a sip of the fine wine in the glass.

It's a pity that Wu Ming didn't drink any taste of this wine at all. Instead, Dumbledore's half-smile expression was all in his mind.

"Quirrell has no problem, so the one with the problem, could it be Dumbledore?" This thought flashed through Wu Ming's mind, but his face remained calm, as if nothing had happened.

The dinner, in a harmonious atmosphere, passed little by little.

Early the next morning, Hagrid brought the Philosopher's Stone, along with greetings from Dumbledore.

"Wu Ming, Professor Dumbledore, let me give this to you." Hagrid held a blue wooden box in his hand, and Wu Ming took it and opened it slowly. He saw a red gemstone lying quietly in it.

"Professor Dumbledore, did you say anything else?" Wu Ming closed the box and looked up at Hagrid.

Hagrid lowered his head to think for a while, nodded heavily, and said, "The professor said that the Philosopher's Stone is not as beautiful as imagined. And this Philosopher's Stone is an early work of Nicole Flamel, and it still exists." With certain flaws!"

"flaw!"

Wu Ming nodded slightly, then stood up and poured a glass of rum for Hagrid, and said softly, "Hagrid, Professor Dumbledore, have you had any unusual reactions recently?"

"Abnormal reaction, what are you talking about?"

Hagrid, who was drinking with his head down, became visibly alert, and looked at Wu Ming with unkind eyes.

You know, in Hagrid's mind, Dumbledore is no different from a god.Wu Ming's questioning at this time, in Hagrid's eyes, is simply a heretic who is challenging the authority of the gods, which cannot be tolerated.

"Hagrid, calm down." Wu Ming gently raised his hand, signaling Hagrid to relax: "I'm just concerned about the professor's body, you may not know, I am a very good bounty hunter. I can always find clues In judging whether a person's body is healthy or not. Believe me, Professor Dumbledore is old, and we should care more about him."

"Is that right?"

Hagrid obviously didn't believe it, so he lowered his head and drank the rum in one gulp, then turned around and said, "Thank you for the wine, I'm leaving."

"Wait, wait again."

"what."

Hagrid turned his head again, his eyes were obviously a little confused, as if he was already drunk.

Seeing Hagrid's reaction, Wu Ming showed a little smile on his face, stepped forward and asked, "Hagrid, tell me, Professor Dumbledore, have you behaved abnormally lately?"

"This this"

In Hagrid's eyes, there was a clear look of struggle, shaking and wanting to rush out.

It's a pity that Wu Ming used half a bottle of Veritaserum this time.

These truth potions stolen from Professor Snape, even if Hagrid had half the blood of a giant, would not be enough to resist.

"Don't struggle, just tell me, tell me everything you know!"

Wu Ming pressed on step by step, but Hagrid couldn't get out of the room in the end, so Wu Ming forcibly pressed him on the chair.

Hagrid, who was sitting on the chair, looked even more blurred this time, as if he had just woken up.

After a while, under Wu Ming's continuous questioning, Hagrid whispered sleepily: "Professor is doing well these days. He eats more and more candies! Every time I go to persuade him, Professor It keeps saying time is running out, and I don't know what that means."

"Time is running out! Is there any more?" Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and continued to ask other questions.

This time, Hagrid remained silent for a longer time, before speaking after a long time: "The professor has become mysterious. When he is alone, he always mutters and says some inaudible words."

"Enough." Before Wu Ming continued to press, a flame burned in the fireplace in the room.

In the next second, a figure in a white robe came out from the fireplace accompanied by angry shouts.

The figure that appeared from the fireplace was the owner of Hogwarts, the legendary magician Dumbledore.

Now, seeing Dumbledore appear, Wu Ming also became alert, and the ruby ​​ring on his hand flickered again and again, brewing a magical light.

"I asked Hagrid to come and bring you the Sorcerer's Stone, but you used Veritaserum on him!" Dumbledore said with a serious expression, "Could it be that's how you repay me? Do you trust it?"

"trust!"

Wu Ming sneered and whispered, "Who the hell are you?"

"who am I?"

As if hearing something funny, Dumbledore shook his head, and said with a half-smile: "This is Hogwarts, of course I am Dumbledore! Why, who do you think I could be?"

(End of this chapter)