Hermione, on the other hand, had run into the lounge and joined Harry and Ron.
The two of them were playing wizard chess. Ron had beaten Harry to a pulp.
Harry's chess pieces were constantly giving him advice because of Harry's poor command.
Every piece was talking again, making Harry very upset.
Harry saw Hermione approaching, and with a quick sweep of his hand, he knocked all the pieces off the board. he asked Hermione.
"How's it going, Hermione? Does Aylwin know who Nicolas Flamel is? Also, why is your face so red?”
Next to him, Ron opened his mouth and looked at Harry with a very strange expression.
Hermione's already flushed face grew even redder at Harry's last question.
"I'm fine. I just ran too fast. I'll be fine after taking a breath.”
Hermione explained hastily. Then, he changed the topic.
"Aylwin knows who Nicolas Flamel is, and he has already told me!”
Harry's attention was diverted by his words, and Ron joined him.
Both Harry and Ron agreed to ask Aylwin.
Aylwin and Harry were on good terms. Unlike Hermione, Aylwin could always borrow his homework easily.
And Harry thought Snape was always picking on Alvin in Potions.）
In addition, both of them grew up in the Muggle world, so they had some common topics. Aylwin was his best friend at Hogwarts, other than Ron.
As for Ron, he had nothing to do with Aylwin, but Aylwin was close to his twin brother. Ron could often see Fred George with Aylwin.
He had been teased by the twins since he was a child. Ron admired and feared Aylwin, who could play with his brother and always stood at the center.
The only one who disagreed was Hermione, who didn't want to rely on Aylwin for everything. She wanted to solve the problem by herself and make Aylwin look at her differently.
The strong little witch spent her days in the library, frantically searching for traces of Nicolas Flamel.
As a result, the search for information on Nicolas Flamel had been delayed until now.
A month had passed, and it could not be said that there was no progress in this matter. It could only be said that there was no progress.
Harry and Ron couldn't stand it any longer. If they dragged it on, Snape would probably have completed his evil plan.
After the two of them coaxed her, Hermione was finally persuaded today, which led to the scene just now.
Next, Hermione repeated what Aylwin had said to the other two and added her own inference. Harry and Ron were now convinced that Snape's target was the Sorcerer's Stone.
But it didn't matter to Aylwin. He just needed to show up at the last moment and try to get the Sorcerer's Stone.
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December 24th.
The heavy snow that had fallen all day yesterday finally stopped.
The school had long since stopped classes. The young wizards in the academy who did not go home for the new year had nothing to do. They ran out of the castle to play in the snow.
Tired of reading, Aylwin decided to go out for a walk to change his mood.
He had recently been studying Snape's Potions Notes, and Snape deserved to be called a Potions Master.
That notebook didn't just contain his experiences as a student. Moreover, he was still constantly modifying the contents on it.
It was Snape's life's work.
Outside, the young wizards had already started their own activities. Some of them had snowball fights. Some of the young Magi built snowmen.
However, the wizarding world was different from the Muggle world. With a wave of his wand, a pile of small snowballs was formed. Then, without using his hand, he directly cast an incantation at the person opposite him.
One person could throw several snowballs at a time.
It was just a few people playing around, but Aylwin could see the momentum of the two armies fighting.
"Sou!"
A dozen snowballs flew over. Aylwin couldn't dodge it, so he used a defensive spell.
"Armor protection!"
A dozen snowballs crashed into an invisible barrier and fell to the ground.
He looked in the direction where Snowball came from. The twins were standing there, waving their wands to make snowballs and laughing at Aylwin.
"You broke the rules! No defensive magic!"
Aylwin also wanted to play. One against two, no morals!
Without taking out his wand, he pointed his finger at the ground. The snow on the ground quickly floated up into a large ball, then split into dozens of fist-sized snowballs.
Aylwin also compressed the snowball to increase its hardness.
He smiled evilly at the dumbfounded twins.
"Ten Thousand Bullets!"
All the snowballs were hurled at Fred and George in an instant, sending them scurrying away. Not long after, a white chess piece that had been conjured at the last minute was erected. It was a sign of surrender.
Aylwin didn't continue. He just wanted to play with the twins. After letting the twins go, he simply sat at the side and watched the little witches build the castle.
They built a snow castle based on Hogwarts, and it was indeed somewhat similar.
After a while, Aylwin also felt a little bored.
Just as he was about to go back, he suddenly saw Professor Quirrell, who had come out of nowhere, being chased by the twins. The twins were hitting the scarf on his head.
Quirrell was beaten into a scuffle, his hands clutching the back of his turban.
Aylwin shook his head. Quirrell was such a fool. Why don't you just use a spell? Or was Voldemort afraid Dumbledore would find out? Should he use less magic?
However, the twin brothers were really ruthless. They chased after Voldemort's face and smashed it. This should be the peak of the twins 'lives, right?
No wonder there was only one left in the Twins. It was one of the Dark Lord's blemishes.
Fortunately, Filch came up from afar. Seeing that things were not looking good, the twins ran away.
"Professor Quirrell, are you all right?" Filch helped Quirrell up from the ground and carefully swept the snow off him.
"No... I'm fine..."
Quirrell stammered, his voice trembling.
"Idiot! Why didn't you use magic? Has your brain been eaten by dogs?!"
Voldemort's voice roared in Quirrell's head out of Filch's hearing.
"Master... I... I'm just afraid that it will affect your plan."
Quirrell replied to Voldemort with a frightened mental message.
"Are you all right, Professor Quirrell? Although they had already escaped, their red hair had exposed them!”
"Don't worry, I'll go to Professor McGonagall right now and put them in detention!”
Filch promised.
Quirrell gave a few simple replies and hurried off.
Seeing this, Aylwin knew that there was nothing left to watch. He also walked towards the castle.
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