Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Brian was sitting in a soft armchair by the fireplace in the lounge, writing homework for his History of Magic class. Daphne sat next to him and occasionally asked him a few questions.

The Slytherin common room was quiet, most people were out playing. Malfoy got a bunch of hard-drawn fireworks to boost morale for the upcoming game, and many people went out to watch.

Daphne thought the weather was too cold and didn't go out with him.

"By the way, have you thought of a solution to what you said before?" She took the initiative to bring it up.

"No, it's still early, you don't have to worry about it." Brian said softly, his eyes soft and clear.

"You've been acting strange lately..." Daphne kicked her feet and whispered, "I can't see you clearly, it's like you're wearing a mask."

Brian was stunned, woke up from the ethereal state where he was practicing Occlumency, and glanced at Daphne.

"Well, that's much better." Her voice became lighter.

Brian nodded thoughtfully. Only then did he realize that he had become obsessed with practicing Occlumency recently. His whole person seemed to be divided into two parts. He was always gentle and kind on the outside, but on the inside he was watching everything indifferently.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something before. Thank you for reminding me." I didn't expect Daphne to be so sharp.

"It's nothing, I don't like you being weird either." Daphne said straightforwardly.

…

The Quidditch match came as scheduled.

Brian sat quietly on the stand holding a book.

Professor Snape sat very close to him, looking at the playing field with empty and indifferent eyes. His expression did not fluctuate, and it was impossible to tell that he had any interest in Quidditch.

Maybe he just came to stand up for Slytherin. After all, as the dean, he couldn't help but attend such an occasion. Brian guessed.

Brian also couldn't bring himself to like the sport of Quidditch, although he did well in flying lessons. Facts have proven that whether you can get a broomstick to jump into your hands obediently has less to do with your flying talent and more to do with your determination and confidence.

He became more and more proficient and skillful in flying, and was now almost as good as Malfoy.

Of course, it turns out that Hermione is really not good at flying. She flies quite well, like a female driver who is driving on the road for the first time.

But Quidditch, a strange game, is like a child's game and is really boring.

Maybe he lacks that passion.

Brian sat quietly in the noisy stands, flipping through "The Theory of Spells" in his hand, which was out of tune with the lively atmosphere around him.

Around Brian and Snape, it felt like the feverish atmosphere had cooled down.

Malfoy couldn't stand the cold air, so he took Crabbe and Goyle to another place, where they cheered or booed.

Brian looked at the textbook, and occasionally raised his head to look at Harry Potter flying in the air. He was like a free bird, walking freely through the air.

Brian's eyes dimmed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

For a long time, he lowered his head again, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

I just don’t know if Quirrell will try to knock Harry off like in the original book after he comes into contact with him.

The game went on for a long time, and Brian heard exclamations from around him. He looked up and sure enough, Harry was rolling and twisting unnaturally in the air. His broomstick was like a violent wild horse, trying hard to throw him down.

Brian glanced in the direction of Quirrell, who was staring at Harry with a surprised look on his face, mumbling something. But because he is always so neurotic, he is not suspicious.

He looked at Snape again. He stared at Harry with cold eyes, and he was also mumbling words, thinking about counter-curses in order to save people. But it is obvious that this image is extremely suspicious.

Brian watched this scene silently, with no expression on his face.

The matter ended quickly, and he saw Hermione running over in a hurry, knocking over Professor Quirrell along the way, and he saw the back of Quirrell's head hit the back of the chair hard.

Hermione hid her wand under her robes, muttered a spell to Snape, and then hurried over.

It seems that even though he interfered a little with the plot, Hermione and Harry became good friends.

Looking back, Harry's broom had regained its stability. He dived towards the ground and dug out the Golden Snitch from his mouth.

[Witness the Quidditch match event, witness points +0.5]

Brian could only sigh that it was indeed a plot in which the savior participated, and even more testimonial points were given.

Brian closed the book with one hand and left the venue.

In the next month, there were no major events worth paying attention to, and life at Hogwarts was very peaceful.

In a blink of an eye, Christmas is coming.

Brian's owl, Becca, delivered a letter from Hermione, which contained some exchanges on study issues.

In the letter, she told Brian that she was going home for Christmas and told some interesting stories about her experiences in the Muggle world.

At the end of the letter, she mentioned Nico Flamel and asked if he knew the name.

"She should have known this name a month ago, but she just wrote to ask me now...and it seemed like she only mentioned it accidentally." Brian lowered his eyes. "Is she starting to be wary of me? Is it out of caution or because I've revealed something?"

Instead of making wild guesses, Brian pondered whether to tell her. But he then thought that letting them know about the Philosopher's Stone in advance would not affect the development of the plot.

He unfolded a roll of parchment and wrote in neat and beautiful handwriting:

"Hermione, I'm glad to receive your letter. I think the anti-inflammatory potion should be configured like this..."

"I plan to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas, and I'm looking forward to a Christmas that's different from usual."

"Christmas at home is always too restrictive. You know, my mother is a very delicate and rigorous person. She even arranges the folds of her clothes to be symmetrical..."

"Of course, I also wish you a happy Christmas. I left an interesting gift for you, I hope you like it."

"As for Mr. Nico Flamel, I happen to know some information about him. He is a legend."

"Nicholas Flamel is the greatest alchemist in the world today. His most famous achievement is the refining of the Philosopher's Stone. He is also the only existing owner of the Philosopher's Stone. The Philosopher's Stone can turn stone into gold and make magic tools. The magic potion that makes people immortal. It is said that Mr. Flamel is now over 660 years old."

"Also, Nico Flamel is Dumbledore's friend."

"..."

Brian handed the letter to Beca the owl and touched Beca's feathers.

Becca is a young grass owl. She has fluffy brown feathers and is a good messenger.

Before school started, Brian singled her out in his owlhouse.

Foley Manor has its own owl shed, where many species of owls live, and they are usually fed by house elves. According to Mr. Foley, he had so many friends that he needed many owls to act as messengers.

Beca pecked Brian's finger lightly and flew away.

Brian took out his tools and began to practice mixing potions.

…

"Harry, I know who Nico Flamel is!" Hermione said, shaking the letter in her hand.

"Who is it?" Harry asked quickly.

Hermione looked at the letter in her hand, read through Flamel's situation, and said, "Oh, why didn't I think of that? It was clearly written in the book "Hogwarts: A History"..."

"Who told you?" Ron tried to read the signature of the letter in Hermione's hand, but was quickly covered by Hermione.

"The Philosopher's Stone!" Harry suddenly said, "The Philosopher's Stone must be hidden under the trap door. Snape wants to live forever through it!"

"Okay, but it doesn't have to be Professor Snape, right?" Hermione retorted.

"Who did you ask? You know you can't just let others know about this!" Ron said reluctantly.

"I didn't reveal it, okay, I just asked Brian if he knew the name..." Hermione pulled her hair.

"Brian Foley? Oh my god, Hermione, you must be crazy!" Harry covered his forehead. He felt an inexplicable phantom pain in his scar. "I told you, he is suspicious! Maybe he took us to that corridor on purpose that night. Maybe he was also planning on the Sorcerer's Stone!"

"You should stay away from him. Their family is not easy to mess with." Ron nodded in agreement.

"Okay, stop talking. In fact, I have found him a bit annoying recently." Hermione scratched her hair irritably, messing it up even more. "But I swear that I am only discussing learning knowledge with him and will not disclose other information."

"Did you notice he did anything suspicious?" Harry stared at Hermione.

"No, it's just that he's a little... a little strange, I don't know how to describe it..." Hermione said carefully choosing her words.

"Remember that day during the Quidditch match? Harry, that time you almost fell off. I went over and set Professor Snape's robes on fire, and Brian was sitting next to him. I saw his expression then..."

"How's it going?" Harry and Ron listened intently.

"His expression was too calm." Hermione said irritably. "There was no surprise, no worry, no pride, and no other emotions. It was as if he had known this would happen for a long time, and he seemed to be indifferent at all... I can't describe it. A feeling.”

"I said, he must know this! Maybe this is what he and Snape discussed!" Ron affirmed, "And maybe he is Snape's accomplice, and he is trying to help Snape Get the Philosopher’s Stone!”

"That does make sense." Harry agreed.

Hermione pursed her lips and pouted somewhat angrily.