Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 69 The Traitor is Lurking
It looks like Quirrell's hands are finally going to get frozen!

Cohen was very satisfied with this arrangement - because he had almost finished playing his Dungeons & Dragons sandbox and was in urgent need of a new entertainment activity.

Cohen returned to the Gryffindor common room in the middle of the night, but at this time when all the students should have gone to bed, there were three figures in the common room who were plotting something.

"who!"

Harry looked at the hole behind the picture frame with vigilance. It was Cohen who crawled out, which made Harry feel relieved.

"Are you plotting a rebellion?" Cohen started to complain. "Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night..."

"Cohen, I heard something today!" Harry quickly dragged Cohen into the small group, "At the door of Quirrell's office! I heard Quirrell compromise!"

"Quirrell's office?"

Cohen felt it was unusual that Harry could hear the movements inside so easily - because Cohen had reminded Quirrell to keep it secret.

"Yes!" Harry tried hard to lower his voice, but it was no use - his voice was still very loud. "I heard Quirrell say 'Okay... okay...'. Snape must have threatened to ask for the method to remove Quirrell's restraint!"

"But there's Hagrid? Remember, Harry? Hagrid's big three-headed dog, Snape can't get along with it." Hermione reminded relatively soberly. Harry always gets carried away at times like this.

"Hagrid..." Harry's face turned pale in an instant.

"What's wrong Harry, you look a little off..." Ron asked worriedly.

"Hagrid might have told others." Cohen knew why Harry looked like that.

He had to lure Harry and the others to the fourth-floor corridor because of Dumbledore's magic, "Only those who hope to find the Philosopher's Stone but do not use it can get it from the mirror."

And Cohen and Chilo clearly do not meet this standard.

The mirror couldn't read Cohen's mind directly, and Cohen did have improper thoughts about the Philosopher's Stone.

So Harry is an indispensable part.

"What?" Hermione and Ron asked in unison.

"You think so too, Cohen?"

When Harry heard that Cohen had the same guess as himself, his heart began to beat violently.

"That day, Hagrid was trying to buy butterbeer for Cohen's unicorn, but he ran into a hooded man who had lost a dragon egg while playing cards... What Hagrid wanted most was a dragon - and a stranger in a tavern had a dragon egg in his pocket? How many people walk around with dragon eggs all day? It's illegal! Don't you think Hagrid is really lucky?"

Harry spoke in one breath, his breathing becoming heavy.

"One more thing," Coin fanned the flames. "Snape is a Death Eater—I heard it from Quirrell."

"What!" Ron's eyes widened.

"What are Death Eaters?" Harry didn't understand.

"A former follower of Voldemort." Coin wanted to make the situation more serious. "If Snape gets the Philosopher's Stone—maybe he can resurrect Voldemort."

"Then how could Dumbledore let him teach in the school!" Harry felt his eardrums were rumbling, "He is Voldemort's man!"

"Can you please not say that name..." Ron shuddered. For children in the wizarding world, this name was almost like a ghost in a bedtime horror story.

"I shouldn't have let Ali go to Hagrid..." Cohen said in mock annoyance.

"Don't blame you, Cohen. None of us knew this." Harry simply ignored the possibility that Cohen might be involved in this matter and comforted Cohen with great trust, "As long as we can stop—"

"Hagrid may not have told anyone." Hermione tried to calm Harry's excitement. "Harry, don't worry. We can ask Hagrid tomorrow. I feel like you're about to run out of the castle now."

"And Dumbledore is here." Ron was also worried that Harry would break school rules and run out of the castle in the middle of the night. "As long as Dumbledore is here, the Philosopher's Stone will definitely be safe."
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Hermione and Ron successfully persuaded Harry temporarily by saying that Gryffindor could not withstand the points deduction - after all, at the moment, Dumbledore was the biggest guarantee for the Philosopher's Stone.

Cohen could hear Harry tossing and turning in the bed next to him, unable to sleep. He was indeed a savior, so responsible.

This made Cohen, one of the culprits in the bed next to him, feel a little embarrassed.

This reminded Cohen of a joke he had heard in his previous life. During class, the teacher asked the children what they wanted to be in the future. One of the children said he wanted to be a police officer when he grew up. The teacher then said, "Then watch out for your deskmate. He said he wants to rob a bank when he grows up."

The dead memories suddenly began to attack me.

Harry's insomnia had nothing to do with Cohen. Even if the noise from the bed next to him was loud, Cohen could still have a night of infernal sleep.

The next morning, Cohen and Ron were shaken awake by Harry, who was staring at the dark circles under his eyes.

"Hurry, let's go find Hagrid!"

Harry urged.

If boys weren't forbidden from entering the girls' dormitories, Harry would have practically stormed into Hermione's dormitory and dragged her out from under the covers.

"That would make you a hooligan, Harry," Cohen warned. "#The Savior actually did this to a female classmate#, the Daily Prophet would put you on the front page."

But the whole day was destined to be full of bad news - for Harry.

Hagrid let slip something about Fluffy, the three-headed dog who only needed some music to fall into a deep sleep.

"I knew it..." Harry left Hagrid with a confused look on his face, and took Cohen and Ron back to the castle.

They ran into Hermione at breakfast.

"What are you doing..." Hermione looked at the mud on the men and instantly knew where they had been this morning. "Did Hagrid say anything?"

"Hagrid let it slip." Harry leaned over to Hermione and whispered, "We need to talk to Professor Dumbledore about this..."

But worse news is coming.

Throughout breakfast, they did not see Dumbledore at the teachers' table.

And Harry was sure that Snape in the teachers' chair was glancing at them with malicious eyes.

"We need to go to the Headmaster's office - maybe Dumbledore is busy?" Hermione said cautiously.

Once he confirmed that the conditions for stealing the Philosopher's Stone were met, Harry would definitely go to the fourth-floor corridor.

This also meant that they would definitely be expelled if they were discovered - and she, Ron and Coin would definitely not let Harry take such a risk alone.

"But where is Dumbledore's office?" Ron asked blankly.

"I know," Coln answered. "It's on the eighth floor too—not far from Gryffindor Tower. The entrance is hidden, and there's a gargoyle that requires a password."

So many months have passed, the password to the principal's office should no longer be a pile of cockroaches.

"But the password I used when I went in before should have been changed." Cohen gave a shot of prevention.

This is true.

After Cohen brought them to the door of the principal's office, the stone statue refused to let them pass.

"Cockroach pile? Lemon Sherbet? Honey Toffee?"

Cohen tried many times, but the statue didn't move at all.

"It must have changed over the months." Hermione frowned, "But—"

"What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind them.

She pursed her lips and looked at the four students seriously.

"We want to see Professor Dumbledore," Harry said quickly. "It's about the Philosopher's Stone..."

(End of this chapter)