Brian was sitting in a soft armchair by the fireplace in the lounge, writing about the magic history class assignments. Daphne sat next to him, asking him occasionally a few questions.

The Slytherin lounge was quiet and most people went out to play. Malfoy brought in a bunch of fireworks to boost morale for the upcoming game, and many people went out to watch it.

Daphne thought the weather was too cold and did not go out with her.

"By the way, have you thought of a way to do the thing you said before?" She took the initiative to mention this matter.

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

"You've been a little strange recently..." Daphne kicked the kick and whispered, "I can't see you clearly anymore, as if I'm wearing a mask."

Brian was stunned for a moment, woke up from the ethereal state of practicing brain closure, and glanced at Daphne.

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

Brian nodded thoughtfully, and then he realized that he had been dying of brain closure recently. His whole body seemed to be divided into two parts. He always looked gentle and kind on the surface, but he was coldly watching everything inside.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something before. Thank you for reminding me." Unexpectedly, Daphne was so keen.

"It's nothing, I don't like you who are weird either." Daphne said quickly.

...

The Quidditch match arrived as scheduled.

Brian sat quietly in the stands holding a book.

Professor Snape sat very close to him, staring at the competition venue with empty eyes and indifferent eyes, his expression was not fluctuating, and he could not tell whether he was interested in Quidditch.

Maybe he just came to Slytherin for a stand, after all, as the dean, he was not good not to attend such occasions. Brian guessed.

Bryan couldn't make himself fall in love with Quidditch's sport, although he performed well in flight classes. It turns out that whether he could make the flying broom obediently jump into your hands has little to do with flying talent, it depends more on whether you are determined and confident in your heart.

His flight is becoming more and more skillful and skillful, and his current level is almost comparable to Malfoy.

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

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

Maybe he lacks that passion.

Brian sat quietly in the noisy stands, flipping through the "Theory of the Curse" in his hand, which was incompatible with the lively atmosphere around him.

Beside Brian and Snape, the fanatic atmosphere became cold.

Malfoy couldn't stand this cold air, so he took Crabb and Gore to another place, cheering or making excitement there.

Brian looked at the textbook and looked up at Harry Potter flying in the air. He was like a free bird, walking freely through the air.

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

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

I just don't know if Qiluo will try to lift Harry down like the original work after he has contacted Qiluo.

The game was going on for a long time, and Brian heard screams around him. He looked up and found that Harry kept rolling in the air, twisting unnaturally, his flying broom was like a irritating wild horse, trying hard to throw him off.

Brian looked at Kilow's direction, staring at Harry in surprise, muttering something in his mouth. But because he always looked so nervous, it was not suspicious.

He looked at Snape again, staring at Harry with a cold look, and he was also muttering words, thinking about the anti-curse to save people. But obviously, this image was extremely suspicious.

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

Things were over soon, and he saw Hermione running over hurriedly and knocking Professor Quirrell down along the way. He saw the back of Qilu's head hit hard on the back of the chair.

Hermione hid her wand under her robe, recited a spell at Snape, and then hurried over.

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

Looking back, Harry's broom had returned to stability. He swooped towards the ground and snatched out the golden thief in his mouth.

[Witness Quidditch match event, witness point 0.5]

Brian had to sigh that he was worthy of being the savior involved in the plot, and even gave more testimony points.

Brian closed the book and left the venue.

In the following month, there was nothing big to worry about, and Hogwarts' life was very peaceful.

In a blink of an eye, Christmas is coming.

Bryan's owl Beca sent a letter from Hermione with some exchanges on learning issues.

In the letter, she told Brian that she was going home for Christmas and told some interesting things she had experienced in the Muggle world.

At the end of the letter, she mentioned Nicole Lemay and asked if he knew the name.

"She probably knew the name a month ago, but now she's writing to me...and it seems to be just mentioned by accident." Brian lowered her eyes. "She is starting to guard against me? Is it out of caution, or is it because I've exposed some flaws?"

Brian did not make a futile guess, but thought about whether to tell her. But he immediately thought that letting them know about the Philosopher's Stone in advance would not affect the plot development.

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

"Hermione, I'm glad to hear from you. I think the anti-inflammatory potion should be configured like this..."

"I plan to stay in Hogwarts for Christmas, and I'm looking forward to a Christmas that is different from usual."

"Christmas at home are always too restrained. You know, my mother is a very delicate and rigorous person. She even has to organize the folds of her clothes to be symmetrical left and right..."

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

"As for Mr. Nicole Lemay, I happen to know some information about him, he is a legend."

"Nicole Lemay is the greatest alchemist in the world today. His most famous achievement is to refine magic stones. He is also the owner of the only existing magic stone. The magic stone can turn stones into gold and make potions that make people immortal. It is said that Mr. Lemay is now in his six hundred and sixty years old."

"And, Nicole Lemay is Dumbledore's friend."

“…”

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

Beca is a young grass owl with fluffy tan feathers and is a good writer for sending letters.

Before school started, Brian picked her out in her own owl stand.

The Furley Manor has its own owl shed, which is home to many species of owls, and is usually fed by domestic elves. According to Mr. Furley, he has so many friends that he needs a lot of owls to serve as messengers.

Beca gently pecked Brian's finger and flew away.

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

...

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

"Who is it?" Harry asked hurriedly.

Hermione looked at the letter in her hand and read Lemay's situation, then said, "Oh, why didn't I expect it? It was clearly written in the book "Hogwarts A Path of School History"..."

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

"Magic 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's not necessarily Professor Snape, right?" Hermione retorted.

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

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

"Brian Foley? Oh my God, Hermione, you must be crazy!" Harry covered his forehead, and he felt his scars inexplicably hurt. "I told you that he was very suspicious! Maybe he took us to that corridor on purpose that night. Maybe he was also trying to make a Philosopher's Stone!"

"You should avoid dealing with him, their family is not easy to mess with." Ron nodded in agreement.

"Okay, stop talking. Actually, I think he's a bit frizzy recently." Hermione grabbed her hair irritably, making it even more messy. "But I swear I'm just discussing learning with him and won't reveal anything else."

"You discovered what suspicious thing he did?" 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.

"Remember the Quidic game that day? Harry, you almost fell down. I went over and set Professor Snape's robe and Brian sat next to him. Then I saw his expression..."

"How is it?" Harry and Ron pricked their ears and listened.

"His expression was too calm," Hermione said irritably, "No surprise, no worries, no pride, no other emotions. It seems that I had known this would be like this, and it seems that I was indifferent at all...I can't describe that feeling."

"I just said that he must know this! Maybe this is what he agreed with Snape!" Ron affirmed, "and maybe he is Snape's accomplice, he is trying to help Snape get the Philosopher's Stone!"

"This is indeed a good explanation," Harry agreed.
Chapter completed!