After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"Who is he?" Harry murmured softly. He thought of the day when Uncle Lucius and his godfather solemnly called him into the study and told him that they could sense Voldemort's presence in the scar on his forehead, and then explained the concept of Horcruxes to him.

He would never forget the panic he felt when he thought he was going to die, and Uncle Lucius comforted him, saying it was okay, he could drive it away and make it dissipate.

But after Uncle Lucius finished speaking, he calmed down strangely again, and asked if there would be any reaction if he came into contact with Voldemort or his Horcruxes. The godfather understood what he meant, hesitated for a long time and said yes, but he didn't want Harry to get involved, it was very dangerous.

Harry insisted on leaving the fragment on his forehead. To be on the safe side, Lucius used the least powerful holy light to wash the fragment so that it could not affect Harry.

Narcissa searched the library and found a magic circle and drew it on Harry's forehead with magic. If Voldemort found this fragment and wanted to invade Harry's consciousness, Harry would feel it immediately, and Voldemort could only see what Harry was willing to show him.

Now, Harry felt that he was really lucky as he found the person who caused him to lose his parents.

Draco looked at Harry in confusion. He didn't hear what Harry said clearly, nor did he see the coldness in Harry's lowered eyes. He looked at the place where Harry had just looked. Hey, it's the godfather. Draco smiled widely at Snape.

Snape had a gentle smile on his face and was stunned by the professors and some students who were silently watching their interaction. Coughing sounds rang out in the hall one after another, and Snape's face darkened again.

Draco covered his mouth and laughed, feeling a malicious gaze on him. He looked over and saw a strange man in a purple turban with his head lowered timidly.

[Ding—Triggered by Quirinus Quirrell. Future information about the Overworld has been extracted.] Dumbledore and Snape frowned silently, then quickly feigned indifference.

Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout stared in surprise, then tried to calm down at Dumbledore's suggestion. Their eyes simultaneously fixed on Draco. Dumbledore had vaguely described him as a prodigious child. Was that the case?

Snape and Dumbledore exchanged a glance. As expected, they turned their attention to the students and spotted several targets: freshmen Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger, and third-year Cedric?

Professor Quirrell became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the end of Harry's first year. He was renowned for his brilliance, and his theoretical knowledge was sound, but he wished for first-hand practical experience.

Therefore, before the start of Hogwarts in 1991, he traveled to the Dark Forest, where he got into trouble and encountered several vampires and witches. As a result, when he returned to the school to teach his classes, he became afraid of everything, including his students. He began to stutter, and his cowardice and helplessness were exposed.

In fact, he encountered Voldemort while traveling to Albania, where Voldemort was undoubtedly living in the bodies of some small rodents. This was indeed unexpected for Quirrell, and he was persuaded to join the Dark Force and become Voldemort's servant.

Around August 1991, Quirrell began wearing a purple turban. The turban gave off a strange smell, which successfully concealed Voldemort. Quirrell tried his best to serve his master, although he felt he fell short of his master's standards.

During the first Quidditch match of the year, Quirrell cast a Dark spell on Harry's broom, attempting to knock him off. However, Severus Snape counter-cursed Harry, saving his life. This also managed to mislead Harry, giving Hermione Granger enough time to distract him, and she managed to knock Quirrell over while she was casting a spell on Snape's robes.

She believed that Snape wanted to kill Harry rather than save him, but she accidentally knocked Quirrell down, causing Quirrell to lose his eyes on Harry, and ultimately causing the spell to fail.

On Halloween, Quirrell released a troll into Hogwarts, hoping to gain access to the third-floor classroom and steal the Philosopher's Stone by getting past the three-headed dog, Fluffy. However, he failed. Towards the end of his first year, he finally found an opportunity. After sending a letter to Dumbledore under the guise of the Ministry of Magic, he managed to get past Fluffy.

He used the music played on the harp to make Fluffy fall asleep, and he tricked Hagrid into telling him this method.

He passed through the various magics cast by the teachers and finally arrived at the room where the Philosopher's Stone was hidden and stood in front of the Mirror of Erised. When he saw Harry following him, he was very surprised, because in fact he was only happy.

There, Quirrell revealed his stuttering to Harry, trying to appear innocent. He told Harry that he was loyal to Voldemort and swore that there was no good or evil in the world, only power. Later, Quirrell took off his turban, and Voldemort was behind his head.

The Philosopher's Stone can only be obtained by someone who doesn't want to use it. That's why it fell into Harry's pocket instead of Quirrell's. Voldemort immediately realized this and ordered Quirrell to retrieve it. However, Quirrell discovered that he couldn't touch Harry's skin at all. When he did, he felt a burning pain. Finally realizing he couldn't obtain the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort left Quirrell dead and fled...

[Huh?] Draco hadn't expected to find such a big news. [Voldemort is on the back of Quirrell's head? How are they supposed to sleep?] Draco suddenly had this inopportune thought.

The professors and some students were all frozen in place, but Draco amused them for some reason, and their heavy moods faded. The twins, in particular, broke out in a cold sweat when they heard that Voldemort was hiding in Quirrell's head. They were definitely planning to go after Quirrell's head.

[Should I inform Dad? But I can't explain how I know. Besides, Holy Light has an effect on Dark Magic, but I don't know if it has any effect on the soul... I can't guarantee a kill with one blow. Acting rashly will only alert the enemy. I seem to have read in a book that the memories of Horcruxes will be shared after returning to their original bodies...] Draco frowned and thought.

Dumbledore thought it made sense, and when he thought of the Philosopher's Stone, an idea came to his mind, but there was no rush, he would discuss it with Sev later.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances from a distance and planned to go find Professor Dumbledore later. He was not a fool, so would he just rush to Quirrell?

It's safe to say that several people lost their appetite during this meal. Finally, when everyone had finished and the desserts disappeared, Dumbledore stood up again. Silence returned to the Great Hall.

"Oh, now that everyone's had their fill, I have something to say. Freshmen, please note that the forested area next to the school is a forbidden area. No students are allowed to enter, including those of us seniors who love to wander the streets at night."

Dumbledore gave the Weasley twins a meaningful look.

"Our caretaker, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind everyone... Finally, I must tell everyone, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the third floor, if you do not want to die tragically."

"This practically signals that there's something wrong with that room on the fourth floor, doesn't it?" Draco muttered to Harry. "Don't go there, Harry," Draco thought worriedly. While Harry was no weakling, what if something unexpected happened? He'd already known that this information was only a guide, a world separate from theirs.

Before Harry could answer, it was time for the chaotic singing of the school song. Draco, whose ears were filled with the magic sound, was in great pain. Oh my God, this horrible music was going to make him deaf.

"Music has the power to move people at all times." Dumbledore wiped his eyes with emotion, "Okay, kids, it's bedtime, follow your prefect back to the dormitory and have a rest early. Oh, Hermione, Neville, Ron and Harry, can you come to my office? I don't think there are any first-year students more suitable than you." He winked playfully.

Draco was confused and secretly asked Pansy if she knew what Dumbledore was talking about.

"The first-year students will be selected by the deans as four first-year prefects of each college. I guess they are going to talk about this." Pansy admired her new dark green nails.

"Huh? Then why didn't you choose me? Although Harry is really good..." Draco fumed and looked at his godfather with resentment.

"Huh? You definitely don't want to be this person. You have to take the freshmen to find offices and classrooms, and regularly give the dean feedback on their suggestions and questions. Can you... do that?" Pansy looked at Draco suspiciously.

"Hmph... but being a prefect sounds so cool..." Draco thought, if only there weren't so many troubles.

"George, Fred, Cedric, come here too." Dumbledore said kindly. These three people were excellent students in school. Everyone knew that they should ask the senior students to explain to the freshmen and lead them to introduce the classrooms.

So everyone else followed the senior and left. Draco turned around and gave Harry a gesture of encouragement, then walked briskly to see where he would live in the next few years.