[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring":3,"chapter-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-28":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting at Hogwarts, Logging into Elden Ring",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1496202,1944,"Chapter 28: Harry’s Suspicion, Quirrell in Flames","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-28",28,"\u003Cp>\"What bleeding?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp-eared little witch immediately caught the scent of gossip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Snape's leg—he was limping,\" Harry explained. \"I saw it bleeding yesterday.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think last night's troll was released by Snape. He wanted to create a diversion, sneak into the door on the right-hand side of the third-floor corridor while everyone was distracted by the troll. But he must've been bitten by the three-headed dog inside, that's why he was limping.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry shared his deduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait a second! Did you just say there's a three-headed dog behind that door?\" Hermione motioned for a pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do you know that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn't I tell you before?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Hermione and Arthur shook their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh… that was when Ron and I went out at night. We ran into it then.\" Harry scratched his head, trying to recall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I meant to tell you, but at the time you caught us sneaking out and gave us an earful. After that, I just forgot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron nodded in agreement, backing Harry's story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But what was he even doing there?\" Hermione still looked baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He wants whatever the dog is guarding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, what exactly is the dog guarding?\" Arthur cut in, his curiosity piqued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he had already taken the Philosopher's Stone. What had Dumbledore put there instead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't know. But Hagrid said it's top secret. The day he and I went to Diagon Alley, he withdrew something from Gringotts. Later that vault was broken into. I saw it in the Daily Prophet. When I asked Hagrid, he said what was stolen was a fake—the real thing was at Hogwarts. I'm guessing that's what the dog is guarding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry laid out his reasoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Arthur noticed Quirrell at the staff table, looking suspiciously excited. Extending his spiritual senses, Arthur detected a subtle eavesdropping spell on Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, great. Looks like Professor Quirrell—and our dear senior Tom—already know where the Stone is. But wait, where did old Dumbledore get a second Philosopher's Stone? Don't tell me the old fox is bluffing…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing Dumbledore's nature, Arthur felt the odds were high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahem. Harry, I think what you should be doing right now is eating,\" Arthur interjected, steering the topic away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll need plenty of energy for your match later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I don't have much of an appetite…\" Harry admitted nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur thought for a moment, then tapped Harry's plate with his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The food whirred as if tossed into a blender, quickly reducing to mush. Another flick, and the mush compressed into a thumb-sized pellet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magical ration bar—here, eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry blinked, then gratefully swallowed it down with some milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Hedwig swooped into the hall, dropping a long parcel in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've never gotten a package before,\" Harry said curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like a broomstick. Open it!\" Ron said eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur knew at once what it was—McGonagall's gift: a Nimbus 2000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, tearing away the paper revealed the broom in all its sleek glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a Nimbus 2000!\" Ron exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But who sent it?\" Harry wondered aloud, only to spot Hedwig perched proudly by Professor McGonagall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave him a slight nod. Harry's eyes softened in gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, team captain Oliver Wood stood frozen, staring in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur could guess his thoughts: So… this is what it means to have connections?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the original scene, when Wood had tried to comfort Harry before their match: I lasted two minutes before a Bludger knocked me out cold, and I spent a week in the hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, Arthur had only wanted to say: Great pep talk. Next time, just don't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking back now, maybe there'd been some personal resentment mixed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out on the Quidditch pitch, Hermione cheered herself hoarse for Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur, meanwhile, listlessly waved a Gryffindor flag, looking utterly uninterested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, he found Quidditch absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wands allowed, barely any rules beyond that. Quaffle through the hoop equals points. Snitch caught equals game over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longest match in history lasted six months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had no one considered the possibility the Snitch might just… fly off forever?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Football back in his old world was far better—at least you got to see players brawl and tear each other's shirts. Sometimes that was more exciting than the game itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to his influence, Hermione wasn't much of a Quidditch fan either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was here solely to cheer for Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, leaning close, she whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cousin, let's go see that three-headed dog Harry mentioned tonight, okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur blinked. Since the troll incident, Hermione's courage seemed to have… blossomed in strange ways. Now she was actually interested in Cerberus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pass. Between dogs and cats, I prefer cats.\" Arthur shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if Hermione dragged him through the Philosopher's Stone gauntlet that very night? Dumbledore and Voldemort both would be thrown off-script, and then what would happen to the Year One storyline?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Hermione, hearing his words, suddenly recalled the time she'd accidentally turned into a cat—and Arthur had hugged her tight, sniffing her fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cheeks flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur tilted his head. What's with her all of a sudden? Why the blush?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, just once! I've never seen a dog with three heads before,\" she said, uncharacteristically coquettish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she didn't care about what the dog was guarding—she just wanted to see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Fine. Tonight, we'll go.\" Arthur gave in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a wave of gasps rippled through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry's broom was bucking wildly, as though trying to throw him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur handed Hermione a pair of binoculars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shot him a strange look—You said you didn't care, and yet you brought these?—but quickly scanned the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes narrowed. On the staff bench, Professor Snape's lips were moving silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it Professor Snape?\" Hermione blurted. \"But… no, that doesn't make sense. He wouldn't really try to kill Harry…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur smirked to himself. Poor Snape. Just because he looks gloomy doesn't mean he's plotting murder 24\u002F7.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look again. Behind him—Professor Quirrell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione adjusted the lens. There was Quirrell, lips twitching, fists clenched, gaze fixed intently on Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's him!\" she gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would the stammering, timid professor suddenly dare attempt murder in broad daylight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm going to help Harry!\" Hermione cried, lowering the binoculars and starting toward the staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Arthur caught her arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew very well Voldemort was riding on the back of Quirrell's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Hermione tried sneaking up and lighting a fire, who knew what might happen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fixing his gaze on Quirrell's turban, Arthur whispered in his mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Incendio Maxima.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, Quirrell's hat burst into flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since Arthur had learned to project his mental power, long-range casting had become this convenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To read 30+ future chapters, head over to Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FWhiteDevil7554\u003C\u002Fp>",1119,"2026-06-06T04:19:46.103Z",1,"novelbin.me","b08a6c954e962d78d8a844023e9b376f539569b132daf9fcd121e711ad9e042c","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-29","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-27",281,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-cover.jpg"]