Chapter 40 The Meaning of the Godfather "I appreciate your spirit of perseverance, but have you ever thought about one thing?" Katoom struggled to turn over and landed back on Bruce's shoulder. "Your previous reasoning was all based on the premise that Dumbledore was a bad guy. What if he wasn't?" "I think the evidence is pretty clear." Bruce said, "Have you ever thought about the most crucial thing? Since the Dark Lord can destroy Hogwarts, he must be stronger than Principal Dumbledore, right? Is there anyone more powerful than Dumbledore in the wizarding world now?" This…… If he didn't know the plot, Katum felt that he might also be convinced. So he decided to change the angle: "The Philosopher's Stone is difficult to guard. Do you have any solution? For example, what about the giant three-headed dog?" "You don't have to worry about that."
Bruce's eyes were filled with unprecedented confidence, "Qiluo will help me solve it." And since he had already decided to take action, he was naturally prepared. After that, Bruce put on Batman's mask. …… A few seconds later, he arrived outside the corridor on the fourth floor - the door was already open a crack. "Well, see," Bruce whispered, "Quirrell is here." He pushed the door open gently, and as the door creaked open, a loud snoring sound came from the room, along with the melodious sound of a harp. Bruce entered the room and saw the three-headed dog sleeping soundly with an automatic harp beside him. At the feet of the three-headed dog, there is an open trapdoor. "I'm sorry to bother you at this time." Bruce turned around at this time and said to Katum. Katum suddenly had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the next second, he was grabbed by Bruce and thrown into the trapdoor. "How is it?" Bruce asked, lying on the trapdoor. "Is it deep down there?" "Come down." Katum's voice sounded a little weak, "It's a soft landing down there." Bruce felt relieved after hearing this. He jumped down through the trapdoor and landed on top of thick vines. "Devil's Net?" Bruce recognized the plant immediately and then thought of a solution.
Before the devil's snare could wrap around him, Bruce cast a spell, and a bluebell-like flame ignited, burning the devil's snare to ashes. "Let's go." Bruce greeted Katoom and walked into the stone corridor. …… In order to protect the Philosopher's Stone, each teacher set a level. Hagrid's three-headed dog, Professor Sprout's Devil's Snare, Professor Flitwick's Flying Key, Professor McGonagall's Giant Chessboard, Quirrell's Troll, and Professor Snape's Life and Death Potion. Each level is full of difficulties and can bring endless surprises to the invaders. But these are not problems at all for Bruce now. The room Bruce then enters is filled with winged keys, only one of which leads to the next level. Bruce's answer to this question is also very simple. "All petrified!" As soon as this spell was cast, all the keys stayed in place. Bruce sat on the broom next to him and easily picked up the correct key. After passing this level, you will arrive at a giant chessboard. This was not a difficult task for Bruce. If Ron could win the game, he could too. After passing this level, there is a giant monster level set by Quirrell. But Quirrell had taken care of it himself, and the troll lay motionless on the floor in front of him, unconscious, with a large bloody lump on its head. Bruce walked past the troll. In the next level, a magical flame blocks his path, and to get through the flame, he needs to solve a mind puzzle and drink the correct potion. This logic question might be difficult for wizards. But for Bruce? a piece of cake! …… After passing many levels, Bruce finally arrived at the last room. In the center of the room, a huge magic mirror stood. It was the Mirror of Erised. There was already someone standing in front of the mirror. As Bruce expected, it was indeed Quirrell. "Quirrel!" Bruce, wearing Batman's battle suit, walked slowly forward, "Your days of doing bad things for Dumbledore are over. Give me the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell slowly turned around and saw a man in strange clothes standing in front of him. He frowned, "Bruce Wayne?" "Huh?" Bruce was stunned, "How did you recognize me?"
Haven't you already disguised yourself? "Because of that owl!" Quirrell pointed at Bruce's shoulder naturally and said, "Have you been with it for too long and automatically ignored its existence?" Bruce turned to look at Katoom with a blank expression. "What does it have to do with me?" Katum felt wronged. "How about I also wear a mask next time?" "Okay, stop rambling." Bruce waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Quirrell, give me the Philosopher's Stone!" "You want this?" Hearing this, Quirrell slowly raised his hand, and at his fingertips, a dark red crystal flickered. Katum's brow suddenly sank. Why did Quirrell get the Philosopher's Stone? "Dumbledore thought he had put in place some great protection." Quirrell sneered, "Only the person who hopes to find the Philosopher's Stone but does not use it can get it from the mirror. It's really interesting. If I didn't already have something better, I might not be able to get it." "What did you say?" Bruce was suddenly confused. What is Dumbledore's protection? Aren't Quirrell and Dumbledore on the same side? "You must be dumbfounded." Katum suddenly sighed. Owl had imagined this scene many times, and he had always thought about how he would laugh at Bruce when he found out he was wrong. But now that it was really happening, Katoom was in no mood to laugh at Bruce. Because Bruce himself has fallen into great self-doubt. "Dumbledore is a good man?" Bruce couldn't believe it. He muttered to himself, "But my reasoning should be correct..." "Because you were not reasoning before, but proving." Katum said, "All the clues you find are to prove the results you believe. This is the disadvantage of being too paranoid. "It's okay, Bruce. Just don't make this kind of mistake again." Katoom finished and looked at Quirrell. If nothing unexpected happens, the changes in this guy were brought about by Jason, right? It seems that this time, little Bruce alone cannot overcome this crisis. "Why are you suddenly silent?" Quirrell said to Bruce with a mocking look on his face, "You are cautious enough. You cast seventeen protective spells on yourself. For the time being, I really can't do anything to you. "But it doesn't matter, you were never my target in the first place, someone will naturally take care of you later. "My real target is Dumbledore! "Today, he will die!"
After saying that, Quirrell lightly tapped his finger, and the Philosopher's Stone in his fingertips turned into countless fragments. “I don’t need this anymore.” As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the room like a shadow. At the same time, the entrance he had originally come in through began to close as if it had life. Bruce was completely locked underground. "Katum——" Bruce suddenly squatted on the ground, hugged himself into a ball, and lowered his head, not wanting the owl to see his tears. His confidence was completely shattered. "Am I useless?" His voice was trembling, and he was already crying. "I thought my reasoning was correct, and I was well prepared, so I could easily get the Philosopher's Stone..." He even put on Batman's battle suit and looked like a clown. "Don't say that, it's not true." Katoom fell onto Bruce's shoulder again and patted him on the head. "You are still young, it is impossible for you not to make mistakes, but it doesn't matter, I just watch you make mistakes on purpose." Bruce slowly raised his head, somewhat confused. "Because only in this way can you truly grow into Batman." Katum shook the feathers on his head confidently, "Relax, it's just a setback. With your Owl Godfather here, I can cover you no matter what crisis you face!" (End of this chapter)