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

It was a relaxing and enjoyable week, except for Harry, who found it really hard to resist the urge to hack Quirrell to death in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, especially when Quirrell turned his head, there was always a sticky and malicious gaze following him, which was disgusting.

On Sunday, everyone gathered in an abandoned classroom. Hermione was still worried and asked Draco to open a small barrier to prevent eavesdropping.

It’s no wonder that Draco, the alchemist, had so many strange and bizarre things on him that when he was called in for a discussion that night, it really opened their eyes.

"First, let's make a battle plan." Hermione pushed her glasses, which she had found from somewhere, and stood on the podium.

"Teacher, may I ask why we need to make a battle plan?" Neville raised his hand obediently while sitting below.

"That's a good question, classmate." Hermione gestured for Neville to put his hand down. Compared to the others, some were eating, some were chatting in low voices. Neville's well-behaved behavior made Teacher Hermione very satisfied.

"According to information kindly provided by Headmaster Dumbledore, we know there's a Voldemort behind Quirrell's head." Hermione glanced around, glaring at those who weren't paying attention. "His goal is the Philosopher's Stone in the door on the fourth-floor corridor."

"There are levels set by several other teachers. If Quirrell wants to pass these levels, the first thing he needs to face is the three-headed hellhound raised by Hagrid." She took out a picture with a picture of a strange-looking creature with three heads.

Seeing everyone's gazes becoming somewhat indescribable, Hermione coughed awkwardly a few times and said, "Please ignore the teacher's drawing skills. Can you draw clearly?"

Seeing the teacher getting a little angry, Draco cleverly changed the subject. "Teacher, how do we get past the three-headed dog of Hell?"

"Hmm, that's a good question. The three-headed hound of Hell becomes drowsy when it hears music. Besides Headmaster Dumbledore, the only person who knows this secret is Hagrid." Hermione felt a little guilty and didn't dare look at Draco for fear of being exposed. Headmaster Dumbledore didn't actually say anything because they all knew it!

"If Quirrell wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, then Christmas, Halloween, and the end of term are the most likely times," Hermione analyzed based on what she heard.

"Christmas and Halloween are both good days to create chaos and cause panic among students, and then take advantage of the opportunity to steal the Philosopher's Stone. As long as there is a little chaos, the teachers will be busy comforting the students and will not pay any attention to the Philosopher's Stone at all. At this time, he can get the Philosopher's Stone."

"The end of the semester is the deadline. As a parasite clinging to others, his condition is already extremely poor. He definitely can't wait until next semester. The longer he delays, the more likely Headmaster Dumbledore will find out. So he will definitely take action before the end of this semester."

"So what are we going to do, teacher?" Draco had to admire the little witch's intelligence, which was almost the same as a parallel universe. He looked at Hermione with admiration.

Hermione blushed because she had heard all this from Draco. She avoided Draco's sight.

"First, we have to watch out for Hagrid. He looks like he's easily tricked," Hermione complained. "We can't follow Quirrell openly, or he'll definitely notice something's wrong."

"So Ron, Hagrid is now in your care. Report anything abnormal he does immediately, okay?" Hermione warned Ron worriedly.

"Leave it to me," Ron patted his chest, but forgot that he was still eating and choked. "Ahem...water...help..."

Neville hurriedly handed Ron the cup he had placed on the table. Hermione sighed and forced herself back to the topic.

"And Quirrell is also one of the people guarding the Philosopher's Stone. It's understood that he provided a troll that is imprisoned in a room in the basement that the students can't enter. So if a troll appears and causes a commotion, there's no doubt that Quirrell did it."

"We need to get rid of the troll quickly before there's a panic, so that Quirrell can't take advantage of the chaos to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Hermione didn't know which basement the troll was imprisoned in, and even if she knew, there was no reason to get rid of it in advance.

"Isn't it near the Slytherin dormitories? If the troll appears, the Slytherin students will be the first to bear the brunt!" Harry frowned. He did know where the troll was; his godfather had taken him there 'accidentally'.

It wasn't that he was particularly chaste. Publicly, as a prefect, he represented Slytherin's freshmen. Privately, he grew up at Malfoy Manor, his godfather the youngest Potions Master and the Head of Slytherin, and he himself was a supposed savior.

If he had no intention of climbing the mountain, that would be fine. But if he did, he would have to start building momentum for himself from now on. This was the first lesson Uncle Lucius taught him when they were alone in the study.

"I want to be in a high position so that I can protect the people I care about and make them happy forever." That's what Harry said at the time. He saw a glimmer of his own in Uncle Lucius's eyes, and that glimmer was ambition.

Savior? What a useful identity...

"Leave the troll to me. I have an obligation to ensure the safety of my classmates." Harry smiled slightly. It must be said that Harry had a good appearance. His handsome features hadn't fully developed yet, and he had a bit of baby fat. When he smiled, he always had a gentle aura.

Almost no one had ever seen him angry, and some classmates said it was probably the innate temperament of a savior. I don't know what Harry thought of this, but Draco scoffed at it.

"Very good, I'll briefly explain the plan again. Ron, you will be responsible for observing Hagrid for any abnormal behavior, such as the sudden appearance of something." Ron nodded excitedly.

"Harry, wait for news from Ron. Pay close attention to the basement to prevent the troll from causing a disturbance." Harry nodded.

"Neville, you are responsible for the logistics. Cultivate more lethal plants. Maybe they will have miraculous effects in the end." Neville responded heavily, happy that he could help.

"What about me?" Draco waited for a while and found that he seemed to have nothing to do. He raised his hand and asked in confusion.

"Well...Draco, after you've dealt with the troll, tell the headmaster and ask him to find a reason to go on a long trip." Draco responded thoughtfully.

"Why, Teacher Hermione?" Ron asked puzzledly.

"Stupid," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Quirrell won't give up until he steals the Philosopher's Stone, so after the troll's trick doesn't work, he can't find another way for the time being."

Harry understood and continued, "And what if Voldemort does something to hurt other students?"

"So I was the one to inform Headmaster Dumbledore. The reasons were already there. The whole wizarding world had heard about the cooperation between the Malfoy family and Dumbledore, not to mention Voldemort." Draco continued with tacit understanding.

"So Quirrell won't miss this opportunity. And we have to follow Quirrell in. Once we're in, we need to pass the Devil's Snare, the giant wizard chess, the room with many keys, and Professor Snape's potion level." Hermione paused and added, "That's what Headmaster Dumbledore said."

"I heard that Professor Snape has developed a potion against ghosts based on the soul stabilizer. But it's still in the experimental stage." Hermione admired those top students the most. Professor Snape's talent in potions was unquestionable.

"Draco, I'll give this potion to you when the time comes." Hermione patted Snape's favorite student. "We must not let Voldemort discover our actions and plans." He couldn't discover Draco, who was suspected of being a prophet. Hermione and Harry exchanged a look.

"That's basically it. If there's anything that requires us to improvise, it'll depend on everyone's reaction ability." Hermione made the final decision.

This is a naive and crude plan, thought Dumbledore and Snape, who were observing from the shadows.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a complicated expression. It was all because of the prophecy that while others were enjoying their school life, such a young child had to face a vicious dark wizard.

He didn't want to put the burden on the child, but he had extracted important information from Draco's inner voice in the Great Hall that day: Quirrell couldn't touch Harry.

Why? Because there was Voldemort's ghost on the back of Quirrell's head, because of Lily, and because of the magic of love.

He realized the terrifying power of the prophecy that had been spoken: Voldemort believed the prophecy, so he chose the Potters, and it was because he chose Harry that Harry and Voldemort were destined to fight each other.

If possible, he also hoped to give this child a happy childhood... rather than losing his father at a young age, being abused by nominal relatives, and suffering from indifference... He and Tom were so similar when they were young... Fortunately, he met Draco...

Dumbledore saw the ambition in Harry's eyes, but what he saw more clearly was love.

He asked himself, did he really owe Tom nothing? He didn't owe anything to the current Voldemort, but he owed something to the 11-year-old Tom Riddle, who was full of hope for magic and whom he had led into Hogwarts...

Alas... In the darkness, someone sighed wearily...