Brian stuffed the book he had been holding in his hand to Malfoy, winked at him, and then followed Quirrell silently.

He followed Quirre into his office, and it was cold inside.

"Professor Quirre, what can I do to help you?" Brian said softly.

"I'll send Dumbledore tonight," Quirrell said furiously, "We can go and get the Philosopher's Stone."

"Do I want to go too?" Brian whispered.

"Yes, I'm not sure I can unlock Dumbledore's level." Quirrell said coldly.

"So can I?"

"Ah, I'm not sure, so I'll bring a few more people." Qilo said with a grin. He moved away and saw the unconscious people behind him: Neville Longbottom, Justin Finrieri.

"They are..." Brian twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, Brian, since you told me that Dumbledore brought the Eris Mirror to Hogwarts..." Quirrell said softly, "Of course, the master knows that the mirror that reflects the desires of people's hearts."

"When the master heard this news, he knew Dumbledore's plan. Perhaps you don't know that as a archenemy, the Dark Lord knew Dumbledore very well."

"Ah, combined with the Eris Mirror, there are only a few tests." Qilu continued, "For example, only those with pure minds can see it, only those who do not desire magic stones can obtain it, or only those who are mud-bred can find it..."

"Yes, yes, the master knows Dumbledore, his hypocritical style of pretending..."

"Let the master be close to the Philosopher's Stone but never get it..." Kiro said chantingly, "This is Dumbledore's evil taste, and the master is deeply impressed by it..."

"So you have screened out a few people who might get the Philosopher's Stone?" Bryan murmured. He didn't expect that telling Chilowellis the Magic Mirror would cause such consequences. God knows that he was only going to provide some important news to gain more trust.

"Yes." When talking about this, Qiluo looked proud, "I carefully selected the two of them."

"Nevil Longbottom, as a pure-blooded person, is a pure mind, and is a mentally retarded person, and is a Gryffindor. Perhaps Dumbledore would have a special preference for this academy."

"Justin Finlieri, a dirty mud breed, Dumbledore knew that the Dark Lord could not accept the servants of the mud breed."

"Of course, there is you, Forley, brave and ambitious, and most importantly, you know the Philosopher's Stone, but you have no desire for it." Quirrell said in Bryan's eyes.

Brian suddenly realized and understood what his problem was.

He has been maintaining a state of brain closure in front of Quirrell, hiding his real plans and ideas. But for some irrelevant trivial things, he cannot do and there is no need to hide them in all aspects.

He really never had a desire for Philosopher's Stone. One reason was that he knew that he could not get the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore, so he extinguished his mind early. The other reason was that he had confidence in himself and was not very interested in immortality, which had sequelae. If he really couldn't do it, perhaps he could make a Philosopher's Stone in the future. He had this confidence with the system.

In order to win the trust of the Dark King, he has always expressed his true thoughts: he has no desire for the Philosopher's Stone.

"This does not match your ambition, Fley." Quirrell stared at him.

Brian smiled and said, "Because I know I can't get it. Moreover, I'm still young and don't lack money. I can't use the Philosopher's Stone now."

Quirot nodded, looked away, and seemed to believe what he said, "So, you are the one who hopes that the biggest one, who knows the Philosopher's Stone but has no desire for it, can get the Philosopher's Stone. What a perfect setting, it is very consistent with Dumbledore's idea."

Brian had to smile and thought to himself that what you guessed was wrong.

It's indeed a bit dangerous tonight.

Although he had a hint of Harry's psychological cues, he was not sure whether Harry could seize the opportunity. The success in the original work was largely due to luck.

If Brian has to participate in this plot tonight, things may develop in an uncontrollable direction.

Brian watched Quirre pointing at the two unconscious wizards with his magic wand, making them float up lightly, feeling a little worried. He secretly used the two testimony points to adapt to his own changes.

"Actually, I wanted to catch Harry Potter, and he was the one who was most likely to get the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell murmured, "The master stopped me because the boy made the master very afraid, and maybe Dumbledore would make some arrangements on him..."

"I finally took Dumbledore to the United States, but I don't want anything to touch him and make him suddenly walk back."

"America?" Brian asked back. The original work clearly was the Ministry of Magic!

"Ah, yes, I originally wanted to send him to the Ministry of Magic." Qiluo said coldly, "but the master said that it was too close and it was easy to get bad things. I used the Soul-Snatching Spell to the guy from the American Wizards Association. He was Dumbledore's friend, and it took me a lot of time to knock him down."

"He is on the way to rush over now. Even if he has a phoenix, he will never arrive in an instant."

Brian closed his eyes, knowing that Dumbledore was no longer reliable.

So, if Harry can be stopped from entering the trapdoor tonight, Brian will be very safe. Knowing that he cannot get the Philosopher's Stone, the Dark King will probably only command Kiro to escape and then find another way, and he will definitely need the help of Brian or the Foley family.

But if Harry entered the trapdoor like the original work, Brian would be in danger of facing Voldemort directly. This would be too surprising.

"Draco, you must give some strength." Brian said in his heart.

He should be able to understand the information he left behind.

...

Malfoy looked at Brian being taken away by Quirrell and muttered in confusion: "Has Brian done something again?"

"By the way, Kiro's expression was a little scary tonight." He couldn't help but shivered, feeling a little chilled.

He didn't think of anything and took Crab and Gore to the common room.

Back in the common room, Malfoy collapsed in a soft armchair and placed the book that Brian handed him onto the table.

He didn't know what happened to Brian and had no idea how to start, so he thought about how to catch Potter and the others.

Crab patted his shoulder and pointed to the book and said, "There are words on it."

"Huh?" The book that Malfoy Brian handed him, under the green light, gradually appeared on the cover of the cover with green handwriting, which read in a scribble:

"Look for Snape, tonight, the right corridor on the fourth floor."

"Look for Professor Snape? Tonight, the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor is the corridor that is prohibited from entering?" Malfoy pondered.

"Wait, I remember when I was in the hall, Porter and the others were talking about 'right side of the fourth floor'! Is it the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor?" He bounced up with an excited expression on his face.

"Brian asked me to report that Porter and they were going to go to the right corridor on the fourth floor tonight!" he clapped his hands.

"How dare they?" Malfoy walked around excitedly. "When he came out to wander in the middle of the night and slipped into the forbidden area, the dean would definitely drive Porter and the others out of Hogwarts on this charge!"

"Haha, Potter's Hogwarts career is about to end tonight!" He pulled Crabb and Gole and walked out.

"Bryan is so friend, he is indeed on my side."

The three walked straight to Snape's office, and Malfoy took the pace of refusing to recognize his relatives.

No one understands his pride!

After knocking on the door, Malfoy waited for a long time and thought to himself, "Hey, no one is here?"

The office door was locked and he waited boredly.

...

Brian followed Quirrell to the outside of the corridor on the right of the fourth floor.

One by one, one by one, two bodies like corpses floated next to them, which was a very strange situation.

I don't know if Quirrell did it on purpose, but Brian saw Justin's feet bumping on the steps, making a "cuckoo" sound that makes people sore.

But even so, Justin showed no sign of waking up.

Qiluo opened the door lock and faced the big three-headed dog. The three big dogs' heads barked wildly.

He threw a harp to Brian and said, "Play a song. This dog will fall asleep when he hears the music."

Brian took the harp and a familiar feeling surged into his heart. His fingertips gently slid across the strings, and a bright and melodious tune flowed out of his fingertips. He had learned the harp in his original body, but this skill has not been abandoned yet.

When the big dog heard the first note, it drooped its eyelids and quickly fell on the floor and fell asleep deeply.
Chapter completed!