chapter: 13
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"You need exercise." Harry commented as he looked at the girl who was still breathing hard. "Who are you?"
"I just realized that." Hermione said. "My name is Hermione... Hermione Granger. I just want to thank you for earlier... you know for yesterday."
"Oh right." Harry remembered the quill incident. "Don't think about it... I just don't like that other kid... reminds me of that bully in my old school."
"I don't like him too." Hermione grinned. "So do you want to come and sit with us over there?" The brown haired girl pointed to the shady spot under a tree where Padma was busy reading.
With nothing to do until tonight Harry shrugged and followed the brown haired girl back to her spot. Hermione was about to ask for help in charm theory but the boy who lived decided to sleep the afternoon away.
"He announced after the sorting feast that the third year corridor is off limits... I guess he placed the stone there." Harry said as he played with a strange silver statue.
"He might have placed defenses there Harry." Nicholas said from his desk. He was reading the daily prophet, and as usual started with the animated comics from the back. "Remember he's using the stone to lure Voldemort... you should act quickly."
"By the way Harry, what house where you sorted in?" Nicholas asked absently as he turned a page.
"I got into Ravenclaw." Harry said.
"Hmmm that's good... I was in Sytherin when I was there..." Nicholas said. His eyes widened when he turned to the front page and he immediately looked back at the young thief.
"You stole the sorting hat!" Nicholas Flamel exclaimed. "Are you crazy Harry? What on earth possessed you to do that?"
"The spirit of curiosity" Harry defended himself. "It looked nice so I took it. I didn't know it was a thousand year old artifact." He tossed the sorting hat to the desk to for the old man's inspection.
"And can you tell me what is nice about this?" Nicholas asked as he held the old worn hat in his hand.
"It looked old and really neat. I was about to throw it away after the sorting ceremony when I realized I had the sorting hat in my pocket." Harry shrugged. "So how much could we sell it?"
Nicholas stared at his young friend and started laughing.
"What? I bet it's worth something..." Harry asked, confused with the old man's reaction.
"You still have much to learn Harry..." Nicholas said as he patted the young man on the shoulder. "No one crazy would buy the sorting hat..."
"Why?" Harry asked. "It's a thousand year old artifact"
"Exactly... and that's why you can't sell it. It's too risky to have something of this value in their possession." Nicholas said.
"I guess I have to return it right away then..." Harry said.
"I didn't say anything about returning it right away... you have given me a wonderful opportunity to study the sorting hat." Nicholas said as he patted the old worn hat.
"I need something in return if you're going to study the hat." Harry said. "After all I was the one who... acquired it."
"But I already taught you everything you need to know!" Nicholas said. "Isn't that enough?"
"I want to learn more." Harry insisted. "The deal for stealing back the stone is that you teach me knowledge of the wizarding world. For the Sorting hat, I want something unique."
Nicholas stared at the young thief and sighed. "You drive a hard bargain lad."
The master alchemist walked up to shelves in his study and pulled out a thin tome and gave it to his young friend.
"What do you think?" Nicholas asked as he smiled at Harry. "It will be hard, but worth it. Do we have a deal?"
Harry shook the old man's hand and nodded absently. Excited to read the tome he faded back to Hogwarts without a word.
Nicholas immediately patted his wrist to check if his gold wristwatch was still there and sighed in relief. Harry had very itchy hands and would just take whatever he fancied, and the boy was quite good at it. He turned back to his sandwich that his wife had lovingly prepared and his face fell when he saw the plate was empty.
"That Thief." Nicholas muttered with resignation. He would rather have his gold watch stolen that the sandwich. Harry really knew how to pick his targets as everything in his office was charmed to warn him if something was missing... except for the turkey sandwich that his wife brought him earlier.
"Where did you get that?" Michael Corner asked his roommate. Harry Potter was eating a delicious looking sandwich and he knew the kitchen did not serve food like it.
"A friend mailed a package to me." Harry said absently as he finished the sandwich. "What's our next class?"
"Potions... have you prepared for the class? I heard from the upper years that Professor Snape's very hard on the first years."
"I've read some notes of basic potions brewing." Harry admitted.
"Really? Whose notes?" Michael asked. "I got mine from a seventh year... I had to trade half my supply of Chocolate Frogs for it!"
"Chocolate what?" Harry asked.
"Chocolate frogs..." Michael Corner looked at his roommate with a strange look. "I'm sure you have heard of the Chocolate Frogs... even if you're muggle raised you must have seen the old lady that sells sweets on the train."
"There's an old lady that sells candy on the train?!" Harry asked, shocked. He loved chocolates.
"Of course..." Michael replied wondering if his roommate was turning insane. "You did ride the train right? Here I have a chocolate frog... you can have it."
Harry mentally filed a note not to steal anything from Michael Corner... within reason of course. And it would not be really clever of him to steal from his own roommate as he would be the only suspect.
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