Chapter 112: Harry And Ron: We Don’t Seem To Be Very Useful?
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but before she could answer, Harry had already blurted out the information he had just obtained: “…Snape betrayed the trust of Vaughn and Dumbledore. I heard it with my own ears. He was the one who tricked Vaughn, Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall to the Ministry of Magic, creating an opportunity for Quirrell to steal the Philosopher’s Stone.”
Ron chimed in from the side: “Hmph, I always said that old bat wasn’t a good person. You didn’t believe me a few months ago, but now you know, right?”
“Alright, Ron, there’s no point in saying that now.”
Harry rubbed his forehead, and for some reason, his scar started to hurt again. He endured the discomfort and looked at Hermione, “Quirrell will probably make a move soon. What should we do now?”
He hoped that his smartest friend could come up with some ideas.
But Hermione seemed not to hear him, looking completely dazed.
“Hermione?”
“Oh…” Hermione finally reacted, indicating she was listening. She thought for a moment and asked, “Are you sure Snape threatened Quirrell?”
“Of course, I heard it with my own ears. Is there a problem?”
“…No, I was just wondering, Firenze told us before that Quirrell is the Dark Lord. Why would Snape dare to threaten him?”
“What’s so strange about that?” Ron said dismissively. “Prophecies are usually embellished with rhetoric, vague and mysterious. Firenze also said that the Dark Lord’s current situation is very bad. Perhaps Quirrell obtained a Dark Arts artifact containing his residual soul, which is why he is seen as one with him by the prophecy.”
What he said made a lot of sense. Among the three, he was the only one who came from the wizarding world and knew the most about various magical legends and stories.
Hermione did not refute, saying, “In that case, it’s actually good news. At least before dawn, we don’t have to worry about Quirrell stealing the Philosopher’s Stone.”
“Hmm? Why?” Harry was taken aback.
“This indicates that Quirrell and Snape are not in cahoots. Snape doesn’t know the Dark Lord’s true situation, and Quirrell is hiding something from him. This is obvious distrust. How could Quirrell immediately believe and act on the plan of someone he doesn’t trust?”
Hermione shrugged, “I think Quirrell will definitely find a way to verify if Dumbledore has really left Hogwarts. But whatever method he uses, whether it’s asking or probing, he can only do it during the day, unless he’s willing to take a risk like he did last year.”
Ah—
Hearing her say this, Harry and Ron felt their anxious hearts instantly relax.
Quirrell would definitely not take such a risk again, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been lying low for months.
Harry excitedly punched his palm, “In other words, we still have a few hours!”
“What can we do in a few hours?” Although Ron’s mood had improved, he wasn’t as optimistic as Harry. “Alas, that insidious old bat blocked the Floo Network. Otherwise, we could have reported to the Ministry of Magic using the Floo Network.”
“Can’t we use an owl?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Harry. By the time the owl delivers the letter, it will be too late for anything.”
This won’t work, and that won’t work. Harry became anxious again. He chewed on his fingers and thought for a moment, then said fiercely, “If we can’t think of another way, then we’ll go ourselves. Quirrell wants the Philosopher’s Stone, right? We’ll fight him for it!”
Looking at Harry, Ron’s eyes widened in admiration for his wild idea, “Are you crazy?”
“What else can we do? Are we just going to wait for a few hours, or even a whole day, and watch as Quirrell confirms Dumbledore isn’t here, casually takes the Philosopher’s Stone, and heals Voldemort?”
“But, but we can’t… that’s too dangerous…”
Ron said frantically. He looked at Hermione, hoping his usually calm and rational friend would join him in dissuading Harry.
But Hermione just lowered her head, lost in her own thoughts.
Phoenix Tears, resurrection…
Why did Vaughn give Guo Guo Cha these things? And exactly three bottles?
Thinking about it further, this wasn’t the first time Vaughn had given her strange items. Previously, there were some potions for poison or fire resistance, and even a recorder that recorded unicorn language.
It was as if… he had foreseen something.
Hermione knew very well that Vaughn’s talent for divination was poor. The Astronomy professor had commented more than once on her and Vaughn’s essays, regretfully and tactfully stating that they both lacked spiritual aptitude in divination.
So, if it wasn’t prophecy, did it mean Vaughn knew that such a day would come? That she might be in danger one day, and for some reason, he couldn’t appear or explain conveniently, so he gave her things?
Further diverging her thoughts… were Vaughn, Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall really lured away by Snape using his so-called connections in the Ministry of Magic?
She knew that Vaughn had complained more than once that Snape was a “homebody,” and after more than ten years as Potions Master, he hadn’t even managed to get a Level 3 Order of Merlin, let alone a lousy writer.
That lousy writer was Gilderoy Lockhart. Two months ago, the latter had extensively praised the Werewolf Affairs Committee in the newspapers, saying that Vaughn had accomplished what he had always wanted to do, and promoted his book, *Wandering with Werewolves*.
Vaughn was very unhappy about this and had told her that when he had time, he would convene the Order of Merlin and the Wizengamot to re-evaluate Lockhart’s Level 3 Order.
That was the first time Hermione had seen Vaughn dislike someone so much.
“Snape doesn’t have any so-called connections in the Ministry of Magic. He deceived Quirrell. Vaughn and Dumbledore left voluntarily, so their purpose…”
The girl organized all the doubts and clues one by one, arriving at a conclusion that made her’s skin crawl and yet was incomprehensible: “…They are luring Quirrell to steal the Philosopher’s Stone?”
Hermione’s heart was in turmoil. Of course, she believed Vaughn and Dumbledore, but why would they do this?
In her opinion, why didn’t Dumbledore simply catch Quirrell, or even Voldemort, and go to the trouble of doing all this?
As she was thinking, the surrounding noise suddenly became chaotic. Hermione snapped back to attention and heard Harry and Ron arguing.
“Don’t you understand, Ron? If Quirrell gets the Philosopher’s Stone, Voldemort will return…”
“Don’t say that name, Harry!”
“Why can’t I say it?” Harry’s face flushed red. “Yes, he is terrifying, everyone is afraid, and I am also afraid. Tonight in the Forbidden Forest, when I learned of my fated connection with him, I was so scared I couldn’t speak. But… but will being afraid and running away solve the problem? If we let Quirrell steal the Philosopher’s Stone because we’re afraid, will Voldemort spare us when he returns?”
“Ron, you grew up in the wizarding world. You know better than us how crazy he was back then and how much harm he caused to wizards. Do you remember? My parents, the deaths of my relatives, and Neville’s parents going insane, were all because of him!”
“This is no longer a question of danger. Once Voldemort returns, where will be safe? Are you willing to kneel at his feet and kiss his robe?”
“I can’t do that! No matter how scared I am, I won’t be willing!”
Harry’s impassioned speech left Ron speechless and red-faced.
He had grown up hearing stories of Voldemort. Those stories not only told of the powerful Dark Lord but also of his wicked Death Eaters. He even knew that his mother’s two older brothers, Gideon and Fabian, had sacrificed their lives fighting Death Eaters.
Hermione also looked at Harry, surprised that he could speak so clearly and logically.
However, he was still too reckless.
If it were in the past, she would not have agreed to the crazy idea of fighting Quirrell for the Philosopher’s Stone. They were just first-year students. How could they contend with an adult wizard?
But…
“I agree with Harry. We cannot let Quirrell get the Philosopher’s Stone!”
“Hermione, you…”
Hermione ignored their surprised expressions and reached into her satchel, touching the three bottles of Phoenix Tears inside.
The reason she suddenly agreed was not because of them, but because she suddenly thought…
Perhaps Vaughn and Dumbledore left intentionally to let Harry confront Quirrell?
At least, she believed Vaughn wouldn’t harm her!
Ron looked at Harry, then at Hermione, and then sighed, “I always thought if I died one day, it would be because Fred and George killed me. I didn’t expect that something they couldn’t accomplish might be done by you two first!”
Having just vented his anger, Harry felt his attitude was inappropriate and said awkwardly, “Ron, I understand your fear. You don’t have to…”
“No!”
Ron interrupted him. “We are friends. How could I stand by and watch you two foolishly go to your deaths? No matter what difficulties we face, we should face them together!”
“Ron…”
“Harry…”
The two called out to each other emotionally, almost moved to tears.
Looking around, Hermione suddenly felt a little superfluous…
…
According to Harry’s opinion, they should immediately go to the Fourth Floor and get the Philosopher’s Stone before Quirrell.
But this time, Hermione did not agree.
“Dumbledore redesigned the enchantments. The information you overheard also confirmed this. The Three-Headed Dog is no longer there. We are completely ignorant of the enchantments now. Who knows what will happen if we rush in recklessly.”
“Then what should we do?”
“Of course, let Quirrell scout the way for us.” Hermione was confident and took charge again. “Let’s go back and rest first. We’ll monitor Quirrell during the day. He will definitely try to verify if Dumbledore has left. When he decides to act, we’ll follow him.”
“How are we supposed to monitor? Wear an invisibility cloak all day?” Ron habitually picked holes.
Hermione shot him a glance. “I’ll ask Guo Guo Cha for help. Of course, it would be even better if your Fat Rat could behave.”
Ron was displeased. “It’s not a Fat Rat, it’s Scabbers! I warn you, you’d better not bring Guo Guo Cha to Gryffindor Tower!”
“Hmph!”
In the end, amidst their bickering, Harry reluctantly agreed to Hermione’s suggestion—Ron was too unreliable, and he could only trust Hermione.
Back in the dormitory, Ron, who had seemed very scared earlier, was already snoring as soon as he hit the pillow.
But the brave Harry tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind in a jumble, thinking about why the centaurs said he and Voldemort were fated twins, and what the specific prophecy was.
He thought about what Dumbledore’s enchantments to protect the Philosopher’s Stone would be like.
It wasn’t until before dawn that he finally fell asleep from exhaustion, and it felt as if he had just closed his eyes when Ron woke him up again.
When he woke up, the sun was already out. Ron said energetically that he had been worried all night.
Harry, looking listless and with dark circles under his eyes, didn’t want to speak.
He was somewhat annoyed that he always suffered from insomnia when encountering problems, and even more worried that his current state might drag them down in today’s action.
Fortunately, Hermione, who was waiting for them in the Common Room, gave him a bottle of Felicity Potion.
“I knew you wouldn’t sleep. Vaughn gave this to me earlier, and it’s very effective.”
The effect was indeed great.
After drinking it, Harry immediately became all smiles, joyful and elated. All his worries disappeared, and he didn’t even want to deal with Quirrell. He just wanted to row a boat on the Black Lake, take a walk in the Forbidden Forest, and enjoy the beauty of the world.
Ron and Hermione had to drag him to Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey criticized them and then, pinching Harry’s mouth, made him drink several bottles of potions to suppress the effect of the Felicity Potion.
Coming out of the Hospital Wing and on the way to the Dining Hall, Harry still felt lingering fear. “That terrifying effect, and Madam Pomfrey’s potion taste, was even more terrible than Quirrell’s garlic scarf!”
Hermione didn’t want to associate such a comparison. “What did you think about all night?”
“Too much…” Harry sighed. “Did you ask Guo Guo Cha for help? We have to monitor him all day today. Once he confirms Dumbledore has left, he’ll definitely start his move.”
Guo Guo Cha agreed to help, with Hermione only paying two bags of dried fish.
However, it didn’t come in handy at all, because as soon as they entered the Dining Hall, the trio discovered that the whole school knew Dumbledore had left.
“Vaughn Weasley and Dumbledore met with an Ilvermorny representative at the Ministry of Magic late at night! Merlin’s beard, late at night?”
“Maybe that representative didn’t adjust to the time difference?”
“What is Ilvermorny? A magic school? Oh my god, I always thought Hogwarts was the only school in the world!”
“Idiot, do you think your world only consists of England, Scotland, and Ireland?”
Everyone was holding the freshly printed *Daily Prophet* and discussing enthusiastically. The trio saw that Quirrell, at the professors’ table, was also reading the newspaper.
The one that had already been turned over, at this moment, was on their front page, featuring a smiling photo of Vaughn, Dumbledore, and a middle-aged man.
For some reason, the middle-aged man seemed to have darker circles under his eyes than Harry, and his smile looked rather pained.
“Wolfsbane Potion, the Werewolf Affairs Committee is currently attracting worldwide attention. Mr. Josiah Potter, the Ilvermorny representative, holds Mr. Vaughn Weasley in high esteem, believing that these two initiatives of his have profoundly impacted the global magical landscape, especially in North America.”
“‘Lycanthropy has always been a serious threat to the North American magical community. A large part of the tension between North American wizards and Muggles is caused by the rampant spread of werewolves. Now, I see hope for the relaxation of this problem.’ Josiah Potter commented.”
“It is understood that the North American magical community is currently in turmoil. On that continent, the once notorious Salem Witch Hunt has resurfaced. The Magical Congress has had to resort to strict measures to strengthen their resolve to protect the Statute of Secrecy, but this has also led to a large number of Muggle-born wizards standing in opposition to it.”
“The clouds of war seem to be gathering over North America.”
“Ilvermorny, at this critical juncture, has sent a representative to invite Mr. Vaughn Weasley for an academic visit during the summer vacation, seemingly hoping to find a breakthrough in the werewolf issue to peacefully resolve disputes and avert war. This is also the most significant international invitation since Mr. Vaughn Weasley established the Werewolf Affairs Committee.”
The trio rushed to the Gryffindor long table, borrowed a newspaper from a classmate, and the front-page headline reported in detail on the meeting.
“Hey, Harry, this guy is also a Potter!” Ron pointed at Josiah Potter’s name, finding it unusual.
Harry wasn’t too concerned. He was more interested in “Ilvermorny.”
Like most Muggle-born young wizards, he was learning for the first time that there were other magical societies and magic schools in the world.
Similar questions were usually Hermione’s time to shine, and this was no exception. She explained to her two companions, “Ilvermorny is a magic school in America. It is said that its founder, as a child, greatly admired Hogwarts but couldn’t attend due to various reasons. After drifting to North America, she eventually established Ilvermorny based on Hogwarts’ model.”
“I heard it also has four houses there, and the Sorting Ceremony is very similar to Hogwarts’.”
Listening to her explanation, Ron asked curiously, “Where did you learn all this secret stuff?”
Hermione raised her neck like a swan. “*A History of Magic: The American Chapter*, Ronald. That large volume is our main textbook for the first, second, and third years. I think if you hadn’t been playing around all day and flipped a bit further, you would have seen these ‘secrets’ too!”
“You…”
“Alright, you two.” Harry stopped them, giving them a look and gesturing towards the professors’ table, “Quirrell has finished eating and seems to be leaving.”
The two looked over. Quirrell had indeed put away his newspaper, pushed his plate aside, and was saying something to Professor Flitwick, who was sitting next to him.
Ron lowered his voice, suspiciously, “Is Professor Flitwick also his accomplice?”
“Suspicious of everything!” Glaring at him, Hermione watched for a while and then suddenly stood up and walked towards the professors’ table.
Harry and Ron were startled. They wanted to grab her but were afraid of making a scene and attracting more attention, so they could only watch nervously as Hermione jogged to the professors’ table.
In the noisy dining hall, their voices were only faintly audible:
“Professor Quirrell, Professor Flitwick, I don’t know much about the ‘Salem Witch Hunt’ mentioned in the newspaper. Could you please…”
“Merlin’s beard, is she crazy? What is she doing?”
Ron suddenly understood the ostrich mentality that Firenze had mentioned yesterday. Now, he wanted to bury his face in his plate so he wouldn’t have to see the foolish Hermione being struck down by a Killing Curse from a dark wizard.
Of course, it never happened.
Hermione spoke a few words with Quirrell and Flitwick, then bowed and curtsied, returning unharmed.
Looking at the trembling Harry and Ron, she snorted, “Quirrell will probably act during lunch break. You two pay attention. We’ll hide nearby and follow him in.”
Harry stammered, “How, how do you know?”
“Some conversation skills, Harry. I used my ignorance of the ‘Salem Witch Hunt’ as an excuse to ask Quirrell and Professor Flitwick for clarification. The cause of this historical event was multifaceted, and it couldn’t be explained in a few words. Therefore, I requested to consult them separately in private.”
“This is in line with my usual thirst for knowledge. Professor Flitwick immediately agreed, but Quirrell said he needed to take a nap and asked me to come to his office later.”
At this point, the girl’s expression became triumphant. “See? I easily confirmed his action time—I don’t believe he’ll have the mood for a nap when he already knows Dumbledore isn’t at the school!”
Harry and Ron were dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that Hermione at this moment was incredibly wise, brave, and towering!
At least the two of them couldn’t think of such a probing method, nor could they do what she did, smiling and acting calmly in front of Quirrell.
The two looked at each other, speechless, and inexplicably felt that they were rather useless.
…
Ministry of Magic, Department of International Magical Cooperation.
In the spacious reception hall, Vaughn and Dumbledore were having lunch with the Ilvermorny representative. Mr. Potter, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, listlessly stirred the “British cuisine” on his plate with his spoon, mustering his energy to say enthusiastically:
“…I have a deep connection with England. Have you two noticed my surname? Yes, I come from the same family as your renowned Harry Potter. Linfred of Stinchcombe is our common ancestor. It was only about 300 years ago that our branch separated from England and sailed across the ocean to America.”
“Life in the New World was not easy. The land of North America was filled with Puritans and Witch Hunters. The former were extremists brainwashed by religion, while the latter were descendants of vile wizard hunters. To resist their persecution, my great-great… great-grandfather, Abraham Potter, became one of the first 12 Aurors of the Magical Congress…”
“They were 12 great and venerable individuals who protected wizards from harm in that hellish land. They fought their entire lives, and in the end, only two of them lived to a peaceful old age. The rest died in brutal wars… hateful wars!”
Josiah Potter emotionally wiped his eyes, then looked expectantly at Dumbledore. “I heard that Harry Potter has enrolled. I wonder if I will have the honor of visiting him at Hogwarts? He is the only one left in the main lineage, how pitiful!”
Dumbledore smiled and politely declined. “Harry is just an ordinary child, Potter…”
“Call me Josiah, dear Dumbledore!”
“Alright, Josiah. As I said, Harry is not yet an adult. The title of ‘The Boy Who Lived’ is just everyone’s affection for him. In reality, he is just an ordinary young wizard and cannot help you in any way, nor can he influence important matters because of him.”
“If your side truly has the sincerity to invite Vaughn, I suggest you consider Vaughn’s own opinion more carefully, rather than always trying to curry favor with an old man like me who has no use!”
Hearing Dumbledore’s very blunt words, Josiah Potter glanced at Vaughn.
In the analysis of some departments of Ilvermorny and the Ministry of Magic, they did not believe that the Wolfsbane Potion was developed by a 12-year-old child.
Not to mention that the 12-year-old child could also play politics so well that even Cornelius Fudge, who had been in politics for many years, was defeated by him.
It was generally believed that Vaughn Weasley was actually a spokesperson supported by Dumbledore, a puppet that allowed the White Lord to contend for power from behind the scenes!
That was why Ilvermorny deliberately chose Josiah Potter when selecting representatives—everyone knew that Harry Potter was Dumbledore’s darling.
Even though Dumbledore pointed it out bluntly at this moment, Josiah only thought that the other party was deliberately avoiding suspicion.
As a seasoned politician, he naturally did not show any unusual reaction. Instead, he continued Dumbledore’s line of reasoning and smiled at Vaughn, saying, “I’m sorry, Mr. Weasley, I didn’t mean to disregard your opinion. As I told your country’s reporters, I admire you particularly and invite you sincerely. Please feel free to express any opinions you have, and we will do our best to consider them!”
Hmph, diplomatic rhetoric!
Vaughn smiled faintly. The so-called “do our best to consider” was basically equivalent to empty talk. Only fools would take it seriously.
So, he didn’t want to waste any more words and politely replied, “I have no opinions, nor do I think there is anything to discuss, Mr. Josiah Potter. Let’s end the lunch here. I suggest you learn more about the English magical community recently and confirm who is the inventor of the Wolfsbane Potion and who is the founder of the Werewolf Affairs Committee.”
“If you still don’t grasp the key points at the next meeting, then I can only regretfully say that I have no connection with Ilvermorny!”
With that, he stood up and left. Dumbledore, also smiling, followed him, as did the accompanying high officials from the Ministry of Magic’s Department of International Magical Cooperation.
In the blink of an eye, Josiah Potter was the only one left in the spacious reception hall, his expression one of shock, his demeanor of suave elegance completely gone.
Walking out of the reception hall, Dumbledore flicked his fingers, and a spell enveloped him and Vaughn, ensuring their conversation would not be leaked.
“Don’t be sad, dear. People always have some prejudice about age, subconsciously doubting the young and blindly revering the old.”
“I’m not sad,” Vaughn said with a calm expression. “I was just using him as an excuse. I don’t care what he thinks. Even when we get to the actual discussion of substance, the initiative will still be in my hands—they need me, not the other way around!”
Dumbledore nodded and said no more. Vaughn’s mentality had always been good.
He then turned to the real business at hand. “The news published in the *Daily Prophet* should have spread throughout Hogwarts by now. When do you think Quirrell will make his move?”
“During lunch break!” Vaughn said with certainty.
Dumbledore laughed heartily. “Just as I thought. So, my boy, what is your reasoning?”
“What else could it be? Quirrell is already a frightened bird. Voldemort is like a giant leech draining his life. In his current state, he has no room for error. Even if he’s desperate, he must be cautious, because this is his last chance!”
As he listened, Dumbledore’s smile gradually faded, and he sighed.
He still couldn’t let go of Quirrell’s fall. This trial, regardless of success or failure, would mark the end of his former student’s life.
Although it was the fate that befell those who aided the Dark Lord, for an old man, sending off a younger generation before his time was still bound to cause sadness.
He didn’t say much afterward, merely wandered around the Ministry of Magic, with Vaughn silently accompanying him.
Until a certain moment, both of them suddenly felt a sense—
The door to the Trial Space had been opened.
The enchantments and traps, prepared for a long time, were about to welcome their first “guests”!
…
Midday in early summer, the air was so hot and stuffy that it made people drowsy.
Wearing invisibility cloaks and hiding near the entrance to the enchantments on the Fourth Floor, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had to dilute a bottle of Felicity Potion with water. Each of them drank a cup to barely resist the urge to sleep.
Harry’s condition was more serious, as he hadn’t rested well in the first place. The boring wait made his eyelids feel as if they were weighed down by lead.
In a state between dream and wakefulness, a violent jolt suddenly woke him up.
Harry opened his bloodshot eyes and saw Ron tightly pressing his lips together, nudging him, his gaze fixed outside the invisibility cloak. Harry followed his gaze and saw Quirrell, wearing a hooded black robe and looking haggard, walking in haste.
He was very cautious, stopping abruptly and turning around from time to time to ensure no one was following him.
However, his anxious state still affected his judgment. When he reached the door of the room where the Three-Headed Dog had originally been, he was only 3-5 centimeters away from the trio hiding there.
The three of them had to cover their mouths tightly to prevent any accidental sounds like coughing or sneezing.
They silently watched Quirrell open the door and enter. They immediately stood up, ignoring the numbness in their legs from squatting for so long, and, still under the invisibility cloak, stumbled in after him.
Before entering, Harry had almost no knowledge or concept of the enchantments protecting the Philosopher’s Stone.
In previous challenges, he only knew that the first one was the Three-Headed Dog raised by Hagrid. Now that the Three-Headed Dog challenge had been canceled by Dumbledore and all the enchantments had been redone, the seemingly small room contained a great unknown.
On their way earlier, he and Ron and Hermione had discussed the functions of the enchantments.
Ron believed that inside there were ancient iron or bronze golems, which were immensely strong and impervious to weapons, and were powerful tools used by wizards to fight Muggles hundreds of years ago.
Hermione thought there might be “quiz” style questions inside to test the intruder’s intelligence.
Harry didn’t know who was right.
Just as they followed Quirrell inside, pushed open the door, and felt as if they were stepping into the void, instantly falling downwards, Harry suddenly realized they were all wrong.
“Mmph—”
Not knowing how long they fell, or how long their minds went blank, when Harry’s feet touched solid ground again, everything he saw had changed.
Presented before him was an incredibly vast, glittering, and luxurious hall.
He stood in the hall like a tiny ant, completely alone. Hermione, Ron, and Quirrell, who had entered earlier, were nowhere to be seen.
Only a stone tablet stood silently before him, so tall it seemed to pierce the seemingly bottomless dome.
The stone tablet emitted a faint glow. Harry impatiently wiped his glasses and, upon closer inspection, discovered that the glowing parts were inscribed with several lines of text:
“Welcome to the Trial Space!”
“Please abide by the following rules:”
“One, magic is not allowed here.”
