Chapter 17： Philosopher's Stone story begins

Mike was shocked. In his current state, he couldn't cast offensive spells at all, but the inability to use magic didn't mean that he had no power to fight back.

I saw his left hand brushing his waist, and a sharp knife appeared in his hand. Just as he was about to open a blood hole in the arm that was covering him, the man spoke.

"Hey, it's me Mike, calm down."

Mike remembered the voice, it was the voice of the Weasley brothers.

"Filch is nearby, please be quiet?"

Mike nodded, and the knife in his hand disappeared into his sleeve silently.

"I didn't expect that our Prince Charming would have the bad habit of night wandering?" George felt that Mike was no longer struggling and let go.

"You don't look very good, are you just finished fighting with the troll?" Fred jokingly looked at Mike's embarrassed look at this time.

"I had an accident, 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 that there is an underpass near here that leads directly to the Ravenclaw Tower."

George and Weasley helped Mike out of the classroom, and I have to say that they are indeed night wanderers. Mike can hardly hear their footsteps, and he is more like being framed, almost touching his feet. Not to the ground, which also caused his footsteps to be inaudible.

After a while, the three of them came to the secret road leading to Ravenclaw.

The entrance of this secret passage is also located on the eighth floor of Hogwarts. There are two armors at the entrance. It can be seen that people often come to clean it, and there is no dust on it.

Mike, who walked out of the secret tunnel, finally returned to the Ravenclaw Tower. To be honest, he was very curious. To know that the Ravenclaw Tower could be next to the Owl House. The secret road is not long, but it can reach the tower directly.

"Do you really need to visit Madam Pomfrey?"

When they came to the eagle's head knocker, the Weasley brothers asked about Mike.

declined the kindness of the Weasley brothers, Mike answered the question of the eagle's door knocker and returned to the Ravenclaw lounge. His physical injury was not serious, and the only thing he needed now was a good sleep.

"It looks like our Mr. Charming is not like a normal person."

"Yes, the people at Ravenclaw are not normal, just like Franklin that stalker."

"You know I am not referring to this."

"I know, but Mike is our friend, we don't have to go to the roots. Let's go, Filch was led to the eighth floor. Let's go to his office and get our treasure back."

George and Fred walked into another secret tunnel while talking...

At noon the next day, Mike finally woke up.

After a nap, he only felt refreshed, and the fatigue from last night was swept away.

"It's better to be young!" Mike exclaimed, feeling the vitality in his young body. In his previous life, he was already in his forties before crossing, 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 sorted out his meters and walked out of the bedroom.

Just opened the door and saw Franklin waiting outside the door, playing with the kettle in his hand.

Seeing Mike going out, his eyes lit up and he stepped forward and handed Mike the kettle in his hand.

Mike took the kettle instinctively before he could react, but because the weight of the kettle was too heavy, the kettle almost came off his hands.

I saw that this kettle was about the size of an ordinary thermos, but Mike swears that the liquid in it is definitely far more than 10 kilograms.

"I went to find the Hufflepuff yesterday, but he told me that the drink was made by his mother and couldn't be bought outside." Franklin said triumphantly, "So I figured out a way to get him to take all the rest. Give it to me, here, it's all here."

Mike was a little dumbfounded, and said, "How much..."

Franklin was even more proud when he heard the word "money", "I didn't spend any money, that Hufflepuff was so kind. If I heard I like to drink, just give it to me."

Mike couldn't help but mourn for that Hufflepuff.

But Franklin seemed to be waiting at the door of his dormitory early in the morning, and he didn't hear a knock on the door inside. He should be afraid of affecting his rest. I have to say that Mike is still a little moved.

Handed the kettle to Franklin to let him continue holding it. It was too heavy.

"Thank you so much Franklin, you have been waiting outside the door for a long time," Mike said apologetically.

"Nothing, I just arrived."

After a moment of greeting, Mike took Franklin to the restaurant, and his stomach was grumbled from hunger.

Today’s lunch was very rich, and it tasted very good, not at all what British food should have.

Mike took a steak and ate it slowly, and from time to time he picked up the water glass with the drink in his hand and made a drink with Franklin.

Mike didn’t sit at the wrong table this time. He and Franklin were sitting at the Ravenclaw’s exclusive table at UU Reading .

But it turns out that sometimes even if you don't go to trouble, trouble will take the initiative to find you.

"Mike, do you remember the time we went to Gringotts together?" Harry said to Mike, but halfway through the conversation he saw Franklin next to Mike also listening and stopped talking.

Mike noticed his gaze, stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth, chewed and said, "Franklin is my brother, it's okay Harry, you continue to say, what happened to Gringotts."

"Gringotts happened to be stolen the day we went to Gringotts! Hagrid happened to pick up a mysterious cloth bag from the vault that day." Harry paused, "I suspect that the one who broke into Gringotts That person, his goal is that cloth bag."

"Please, Harry. This kind of thing is too far away from us, you might as well take care of your own affairs." Mike tried to change the subject, "I heard that you were targeted in potions class, what's the matter? ?"

After all, Harry was still too young. After being turned off by Mike, he started to complain about Snape. If Harry knew the grievances between Snape and his parents, he could understand why he was hated by Snape so much. Up.

Mike, who had finally dealt with Harry, drank the last sip of the drink in the glass, watching Harry as he walked away without a thought.

According to Harry's words just now, he and Ron should have known something from Hagrid yesterday, and in Mike's memory, the cloth bag Hagrid took out from Gringotts was the Philosopher's Stone.

This means that the plot of the Sorcerer's Stone has finally officially begun!

I have to think carefully about what role I should play in the next plot.