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

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but speak after carefully turning all the portraits around as she entered the headmaster's office, making sure they couldn't hear her. "That child just now..." She didn't finish her words because she realized that there were several little wizards following her.

"Please take a seat, everyone. Minerva, don't be anxious. Perhaps you would like a cup of hot cocoa?" Dumbledore waved his wand, transforming the headmaster's office into a large reception room. After everyone sat down, the children looked at each other, then at the four house heads and the headmaster.

Dumbledore put a piece of it into the hot cocoa. It was very sweet. He nodded with satisfaction, smiled reassuringly at the three anxious headmasters, and looked at the little students.

"Neville, Hermione, I think you must have heard this before, right?" Although the two children showed fear, they were more afraid of Voldemort and Quirrell, rather than surprised and suspicious of Draco.

"Yes, Headmaster, actually we heard Draco's thoughts on the Hogwarts Express..." Hermione couldn't wait to recount what happened on the train and raised questions.

"This is unbelievable, isn't it? Why does Draco have this ability? Are those emm prophecies he saw true? I don't think it's unreal, okay, it is a little bit, the Minister of Magic is really unbelievable, oh and that strange card..."

"Of course, of course, there is no doubt about it. I think our Miss Hermione will be able to achieve great things. You know, every woman I know will achieve extraordinary success. That card was developed by Severus and an old friend of mine. It just automatically records some people."

Dumbledore comforted Hermione, who was a little incoherent. He did not doubt Draco's thoughts. He looked at the little witch in front of him with admiration, who was obviously very independent-minded.

"Let me explain it to you. Your headmaster's brain has been corrupted by the sweet candies." Snape really couldn't get used to the old bee's hesitant way of speaking. Since it was about the little dragon, he felt that he had to do it.

"Oh Sev, don't say that." Professor McGonagall looked at him disapprovingly, if you ignored the smile on her lips.

"Listen, Mr. Longbottom, Ms. Granger, and Mr. Diggory." Snape stood up and strode to several students. His black robe fluttered suddenly. Harry saw with his sharp eyes that poor Dean Flitwick was hit by the flying black robe because of his height. He quickly lowered his head to cover the twisted smile on his lips.

Don't laugh! He'll be assassinated by the Godfather, right? He'll definitely be, right?

"First of all, what you heard was Draco Malfoy's inner voice, there is no doubt about it. Secondly, this inner voice can only allow you to hear things about some prophecies." Snape glanced at Harry, worried that he was scared by Voldemort's affairs.

"You should have realized that it's impossible to tell anyone who doesn't know about this. Even a Legilimency master wouldn't see anything about Draco Malfoy. According to a clue provided by a kind person," Snape glanced at Dumbledore. "Everyone in Hogwarts who can hear is already sitting in this office."

"If you encounter this situation again, don't be scared and sit there stiffly. At this time when all the little wizards are as happy as if they drank a love potion." Snape looked at Neville, "Are you afraid that you are not conspicuous enough? In this place that is known as the safest in England, what are you afraid of?"

"Don't look at the teachers' seats, Miss Granger, Mr. Diggory, with your wary eyes in a self-proclaimed covert manner. Are you trying to attract someone's attention?" After Neville lowered his head in shame, Snape turned to the other two brave children.

"George, Fred, stop your thoughts and don't play pranks on the back of Quirrell's head anymore. He might tolerate you in school, but what if? Think about Mrs. Weasley." Snape was really having a headache. Except for the professors, almost everyone in the school could not escape the twins' pranks.

"So, if you encounter any situation, you can come and discuss it with your pitiful and humble deans, understand? Don't be so self-righteous as to rush forward recklessly with a flash of inspiration from your troll-licked brain," Snape warned sinisterly, his voice low and pleasant.

"Also, put your hands down, silly girl," he said to Hermione. "That's about it. You don't have to believe it; it's just a possibility from another world. Fate isn't set in stone. It's a virtue not to pry into other people's secrets. What do you think?"

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the children threateningly, with a gloomy look on his handsome face. Except for Harry and Ron, who had seen them grow up, the others shrank their heads in fear.

"I think they have realized their shortcomings just now, Severus. Don't be so harsh on our freshmen." Dumbledore looked at the quail-like children and tried to smooth things over.

Snape snorted, but didn't say anything more.

"Headmaster," Harry, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly raised his hand and asked. "Excuse me, is the Philosopher's Stone somewhere in the back of the corridor on the fourth floor?" Harry looked directly at Dumbledore, as if he could see right through him.

"Yes, child." Dumbledore looked at Harry kindly.

"So, did you already know that Quirrell was Voldemort's vessel?" Harry had been wondering. As the headmaster, was he truly unaware? In the future Draco saw, Dumbledore's presence was pitifully low...

"Mr. Potter, you can't..." Professor McGonagall couldn't help but exclaimed, but was interrupted by Dumbledore before she could finish her words.

"Yes, Harry, if you talk about Quirrell's abnormality, then I do have some doubts." Dumbledore remained calm and said in the eyes of everyone, some surprised and some understanding.

"Dumbledore! Have you ever considered the safety of the students?" Unexpectedly, the first person to speak was Dean Sprout, who seemed to have the best temper. This kind witch rarely had a serious face.

"Please listen to me, everyone," Dumbledore sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's just a suspicion, everyone. I only began to suspect him when I saw this child today. He had serious traces of Dark Magic. I thought he had encountered the missing Voldemort and become a Death Eater. I just wanted to follow the clues to find him."

"So the Philosopher's Stone is a trap you set for Quirrell. If he were a Death Eater, he would definitely find it and present it to his master." Dean Flitwick reasoned calmly. He took off his glasses and sighed deeply.

"Albus, are we not to be trusted? When are we supposed to know the truth? After you die? Or never?"

This question was extremely pointed, but Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Snape remained silent. The children tried to minimize their presence, fearing that they would be noticed.

"Filius..." Dumbledore was struck hard. It seemed that he had been alone for too long. He was arrogant and looked down upon everything. He thought that he could control the overall situation by himself... "I'm just, I'm just used to it..."

"Please, Dumbledore. We don't want to be a 'toddler'," Professor McGonagall said firmly.

"Let me see, Minerva, Pomona, Filius, Severus... Before that, my dear classmates," Dumbledore changed the subject, not forgetting that there were still a few students in the headmaster's office. "I trust that you can keep today's conversation confidential, right?"

The children nodded silently. Dumbledore instructed the twins and Cedric to explain the role of prefect to them and familiarize them with their classrooms. "Go to bed early, children. Don't worry, we'll take care of everything. Don't be afraid."

No one knew what was said in the principal's office after they left. Anyway, Ron started gasping for breath as soon as he stepped out of the principal's office.

"Ron? What's wrong with you?" Harry asked curiously.

"He might have been holding his breath for too long." A gentle and pleasant voice sounded beside Harry. Harry turned around and saw a handsome boy in Hufflepuff uniform looking at them with a smile. "Hello, my name is Cedric Diggory. Harry Potter, right?"

"Hello, yes. Nice to meet you." Harry heard from a Slytherin senior while they were having dinner that he was the light of Hufflepuff, the perfect boyfriend in many girls' hearts, sincere and kind. Of course, one had to ignore the sour tone of the senior, which was really no different from that of a nagging woman.

"Perhaps you would like to explain it to me a little bit? To be honest, there are still some things I don't understand about what Professor Snape said. Of course, I won't ask questions that involve privacy." Cedric looked at Harry sincerely, and Hermione and Neville also gathered around curiously.

"Okay, okay,"

“But I think we

"First, find a place to sit,"

"And don't ask too many questions. After all..."

"Hogwarts is still very big,"

"You also need to familiarize yourself with the place where you have classes every day."

The twins put one arm around Harry's shoulders, and seeing that Harry didn't look reluctant, they said with a grin.

"You can also ask me. Harry, Draco and I grew up together." Harry looked at Ron who was talking so arrogantly. However, Ron didn't know much, so he let him be. After all, he had known for a long time that he was a big mouth.

But Ron was also the one who kept his promises the most, and he would not tell Draco's privacy.

"Really? So you grew up together..."

"What kind of man is Draco Malfoy?"

"Draco is a very nice person..."

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