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

Harry hugged Draco, thinking that he should ask the headmaster what they thought. There was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow, and he was really afraid that he would not be able to help but strike Quirrell with a thunderbolt.

How should I put it? We also need to let Draco know we know... Mmm, it smells so good. Draco always has a faint floral scent... Well, or maybe we should say that Headmaster Dumbledore is very observant... Draco is so cute, so small...

"Harry! Harry!" Harry subconsciously lowered his head to look directly into Draco's clear gray-blue eyes. Wow... Xiaolong looks even better this way...

"Potter! I've called you many times, what are you thinking about? Why are you so engrossed?" Draco looked up at Harry and reached out his hand to grab Harry's face in dissatisfaction.

"Ah? Nothing, I was just thinking about what to write in the daily prefect report." Harry felt a sting on his cheek, but he didn't dare to be distracted anymore. Draco would be angry for two or three days.

"Harry, do you think Professor Quirrell is a little strange?" Draco tried his best to play the role of an NPC who guided the conversation.

"Yes, a little. When he pointed the back of his head at me, my scar seemed to hurt a little." Harry replied pretentiously.

"He has a bad aura. You know, the light elementals are close to me, and I can often sense their moods. They are staying away from Professor Quirrell. They hate Professor Quirrell."

Draco was calm. He wasn't afraid of Voldemort, just a loser.

"Perhaps we can tell Headmaster Dumbledore that if there is something wrong with Quirrell, we probably won't be able to deal with him." Harry had an idea. Hey, doesn't this make sense?

"Okay~" It seemed like he had finally had enough fun or his neck was sore. Anyway, the little prince mercifully spared poor Harry's face.

Harry dragged Draco to the door of the headmaster's office. The two of them stared blankly at the gargoyle at the door, who was asking for the password. What was the password? I've never heard of it before.

Just as the two were hesitating whether to go back, the door suddenly opened. Dumbledore's voice came out: "Draco? Harry? Come in."

They walked in and saw Dumbledore sitting happily at the headmaster's desk. He ignored the new Honeydukes products on his table and got straight to the point:

"Headmaster, we've discovered something's wrong with Professor Quirrell. Harry's scar hurts when he sees the back of his head. I also sense a bad aura."

Draco said. He was a little worried, "Harry's scar was left by that person. Will he feel anything?"

Dumbledore and Harry looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.

"Relax, Draco." Dumbledore asked, picking up an ice mouse. "Perhaps you would like to try this ice mouse? Although the weather is a bit cold, it has a unique flavor."

"No, Headmaster." Draco noticed that Dumbledore seemed to be confident. "You knew this a long time ago, didn't you?" The old man was very mean.

"Not much earlier than you," Dumbledore said with a smile. Yesterday he had a long and frank chat with several of the headmasters.

He struggled to tell a few people about his previous plans, and was scolded by them.

After finally calming him down, they started arguing again when faced with Quirrell's question.

Except for Snape, who had been silent and no one knew what he was thinking.

The other three headmasters were against leaving Quirrell, a ticking time bomb, in the school. Are you crazy? There are so many defenseless little wizards in the school.

They won't even be shattered to pieces! The better ones will just use their front teeth like clubs! Grinning! Are you kidding? They're dark wizards!

Could Dumbledore divide himself into thousands of parts? Could he personally protect every student?

Didn't Snape object? He did, but he saw that Dumbledore had his own ideas, and the result would be the same even if he objected.

He scoffed, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"Severus, my child, do you have any different opinions?" Dumbledore quickly looked away. Minerva still had such a hot temper.

"What can I think? The great white wizard will not change his mind easily. I really want to know what gives you the confidence to keep such a dangerous person in Hogwarts without any scruples?"

Snape's eyes were sharp. He had seen Dumbledore's transformation over the years. It wasn't that he didn't trust him. After all, the old man had even plotted his own death.

But I believe that he dared to do this because he was not worried that he would tell the Malfoys about this and they might come to the school to kill him.

"This is something that every headmaster knows." Dumbledore knew there was nothing to hide. "Every young wizard who enrolls will be taken under the protection of Hogwarts."

"As long as the magic circle of Hogwarts is not destroyed, the wizards in the school will be restricted." Dumbledore thought of Narcissa.

"I hired an expert in this field. Before the start of school this year, he found the core of the magic circle and reinforced it a billion times."

"No wonder you are so confident." Snape racked his brain and figured out who this expert was.

"Can you guarantee the absolute safety of the young wizard?" Professor McGonagall asked worriedly. She truly cared about and loved all of her students. Although Flitwick and Sprout didn't say anything, their eyes revealed the same meaning.

"Oh, of course, that's not guaranteed," Dumbledore said with a smile as the professors' expressions changed slightly. "We can't prevent the young wizards from getting hurt during their exploration duels, can we?"

"Everyone, I love Hogwarts, too, so please rest assured," Dumbledore said seriously. "I will do my utmost to ensure the safety of every student."

"I hope everyone can design the levels according to the original plan and let Quirrell fall into the trap. Now that we know the future, perhaps we can use this to our advantage." He said meaningfully.

"Fine, but I don't think there will be a next time, right?" The rational Head of Ravenclaw was the first to offer a way out. He knew he couldn't convince the stubborn Dumbledore.

But it doesn't matter, he will protect his students.

Then Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout also gave in. They were unable to convince Dumbledore and were persuaded instead.

Snape was not so easily fooled. "Who is your chosen hero, then? Dumbledore."

Dumbledore did not answer directly, but simply said: "Oh, I heard that our little Mr. Malfoy has a very good idea. The four houses will jointly win the house cup."

Dumbledore was distracted for a moment and then immediately came back to his senses.

He looked at the two children who were more outstanding than their peers. They had secrets that he didn't know about. But everyone has secrets, so he shouldn't pry into them, right?

"Would you like to play a game, young gentlemen?"

......

"So, the headmaster invited a few of us to participate in a large-scale real-life event - to stop Quirrell from getting the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione concluded.

"Oh my God, I can't imagine it. He must be...Oh okay, although I am very interested, but with only one, two, three, four, five or five of us?" Hermione couldn't help complaining.

"We don't even know a Levitation Charm! Quirrell is a top Ravenclaw graduate, not to mention that thing on the back of his head."

Hermione has looked up a lot of information in the past two days and learned a lot about Quirrell and Voldemort.

But Ron looked very excited, "How cool! Hogwarts actually has this kind of magical contract." He couldn't help but imagine his night adventure with George Fred.

Although Neville was introverted, he also had a dream of adventure in his heart. His eyes sparkled. "I read about a plant called Chinese biting cabbage in a book. It's very aggressive. I thought I could try to grow some."

Not to mention Harry and Draco, they are just residual souls. They have so many magical things on them that even if Voldemort is really resurrected, he may not be able to break their defense.

"Here, for you. This is the protective equipment I made myself. It can, um, withstand Dumbledore's full-strength attack three times." Draco took out several dragon-shaped badges.

The silvery-white Australian eggplant stretches out its beautiful body. It is only half the size of a palm, but it looks so vivid that it seems like it will come to life in the next second.

"This is too expensive." Hermione was embarrassed to take it. Although she didn't understand those alchemical materials, she knew alchemists. Each one of them cost a lot of money, not to mention being able to withstand three full-strength attacks from a wizard of Dumbledore's level.

Before Draco could say anything, Ron answered, "Hey, I know the answer to this question. Let me answer it." He cleared his throat and, imitating Draco's example, raised his head slightly, looking a little proud.

"These are nothing to Malfoy."

"Ronald!" Draco was a little annoyed and angry, and then a little suspicious. Is he like this?

His face flushed red, and even his ears turned red. His cute look made Harry want to touch him.

Hermione and Neville accepted the gift with embarrassment. As for Ron, he was never polite to his friends.

"Is there anything you can't do?" Hermione became more and more discouraged as she thought about it. The celebration of the four houses seemed a distant prospect. She immediately shook her head again. No, Hermione, how could you give up so quickly! It's time to mobilize the enthusiasm of all Ravenclaws!