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The following morning the castle was still talking about the incident with the troll. Harry, Hermione, and Neville's involvement in the incident wasn't mentioned however.

There was one thing Harry was curious about though, and that was why was Snape glaring at Quirrell last night? And why was his leg injured?

"Hey Cedric," Harry asked the older Hufflepuff at breakfast.

"Yeah, what is it Harry?" Cedric asked.

"What exactly happened at the feast last night?" Harry asked. "Me and Neville weren't here because we were looking for our friend."

Cedric nodded in understanding. "Well nothing unusual happened at first, but then Professor Quirrell ran into the hall yelling that there was a troll in the dungeon, then he fainted, just fell flat on his face. Whole hall went basically went crazy after that. Dumbledore told us to remain calm and had the prefects lead us back to the dorms."

Harry thanked Cedric for telling him, as he directed his attention to the staff table.

Something was going on with Quirrell, and Harry didn't like it. Quirrell is the first to know about the troll, Snape was glaring at him for some reason, and at times he radiates killing intent, these are not just coincidences.

Yes Quirrell was defiantly up to something, and if Harry had to guess it had to do with the third floor and whatever lay past that dog. Snape must have thought so too and went to the third floor before Quirrell and got bit by the dog.

Harry hadn't seen Snape's wound up close, but it certainly looked like something the dog would be capable of.

Snape was currently whispering hard to Hagrid up at the staff table. Curious as to what they were saying Harry activated his Imperial Arm and focused on the area around Snape and Hagrid were talking. Raising one arm to make it look like he was scratching the back of his head, he leaned his ear to his forearm to hear the conversation.

"-og of yours nearly bit my leg off!" Snape's hard voice whisper yelled.

"Well wha'd ya expect at's his job protectin' the trapdoor," Hagrid defended.

"Well I meant no ill harm, I was just going there to check on it, make sure no one was trying to steal it," Snape told him.

"Who'd try to steal it?" Hagrid asked.

"Do you not read the paper? Someone tried stealing it at Gringotts it only makes sense they would try it here."

"Yea well Flamel trusts Dumbledore mor'n he does them goblins, plus we got all 'em other protectins. Waste if yeh ask me, ain't nothin' getting' past Fluffy," Hagrid stated proudly.

"Every creature has its weakness," Snape said in a warning tone. "Just pray no one finds it out."

With that being said Snape stood up from the staff table, limped his way down the house tables, and skulked off in the direction of his dungeons.

So there's someone named Flamel involved in all of this? Harry did not recognize the name, but he knew someone who might.

Promising to meet up with Neville later Harry headed to the library where he was sure Hermione would be.

Sure enough he almost collided with her as he rounded a corner leading to the library.

"I need to talk to you," they both said.

Deciding that his information could wait Harry told Hermione to go ahead.

"I know you have an Imperial Arms," Hermione told him bluntly.

Harry felt himself go numb. He didn't want people to know that he had one. Even though he considered Hermione his friend, he wasn't too comfortable with her knowing the truth.

Deciding to feign ignorance Harry asked, "What makes you say that?"

"Well for one when we were on the third floor Filch was about to find us, but then a noise sounds off just out of nowhere and he forgets about us, then there's last night you didn't use your wand but you were able to hurt the troll with what appeared to be sound," Hermione told him. "Plus you live in the Capital with access to all the Imperial Arms that are stored there."

Harry sighed knowing lying wasn't going to fool her. He decided to just tell her the truth.

Looking around to make sure no one was listening to them Harry said, "Yes alright I have an Imperial Arms, but you cannot tell anyone."

"What about Neville?" Hermione asked, and Harry had to admit she had a point. Neville was a person Harry considered to be his friend, and he didn't believe Neville would tell anyone if he asked him not to.

"I'll tell Neville in my own time," Harry promised. "But still you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone okay?"

"Yes of course I promise," Hermione promised.

"Not even the teachers," Harry added knowing that Hermione admired authority figures.

Hermione looked a bit hesitant, but finally agreed to his terms. "Now what did you have to talk to me about?" Hermione asked him.

"Do you know anyone by the name of Flamel?" Harry asked.

"Flamel," Hermione repeated the name. "No I can't say I do. Why?"

"I overheard a conversation between Snape and Hagrid," Harry told her. "Snape was talking about how Hagrid's dog nearly bit his leg off, when he went to go see if it was okay, it being what is behind the trapdoor," Harry clarified as Hermione nodded in understanding.

"Hagrid then mentioned other protections past his dog, and that Flamel trusted Dumbledore more than he did the goblins. I was hoping you would know who he is."

"Well his name sounds familiar, as if I read it somewhere before," Hermione told him. "I suppose I can go back to the library to see if I can find anything on him. But why are you so interested? I thought you said it would all be common knowledge sooner or later."

"That's true I still believe that," Harry said not denying what he said. "But still I don't think knowing ahead of time is a bad thing either."

Walking with Hermione back to the library Harry went to go look in the Famous Witches and Wizards sections, while Hermione went to go check the History shelves.

They both sat down at a table with a handful of books, Hermione had a slightly larger pile than Harry. Looking through his books Harry scanned for any mention of the name Flamel.

After about an hour of looking Harry came up with nothing.

"Nothing in these books," Harry said.

Hermione closes the one she had finished skimming through, "Nothing in mine either. Well there's still a ton of books to look through, he has to be in at least one of them."

"Yeah I reckon so too."

Harry agreed to meet up with Hermione tomorrow on Sunday to see if they could cover any more ground on the search for Flamel, because Harry could feel that his curiosity was starting to get the better of him. He was determined to find out just who this Flamel was.