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

"Okay, okay...you have to make sure that no student gets hurt by the troll, including you, Harry." Hermione knew she couldn't convince Harry, he was obviously very determined.

Maybe Harry was right. They shouldn't passively wait for the story to unfold according to its trajectory. This is reality! Hermione realized that her mentality was wrong. She seemed to have been looking at these things from a God's perspective. If this was the case, how could she dare to change her fate when it was wielding a knife against her and those around her?

"Then we'll have to change our plans..." As expected of Hermione, right? After a brief moment of discouragement and self-reflection, she regrouped and quickly began to think of a solution.

"Harry, I know you are confident that you can fight the troll, but the troll is uncontrollable. I won't ask what your plan is, but please be careful." Hermione looked at Harry deeply.

"Draco, you," Hermione looked at Draco, and for a moment she felt a sense of horror as if she was seen through, but when she looked again and saw Draco's innocent smile, she just thought it was an illusion. After all, it was autumn.

"Draco, you must not show up that day. Just stay in the headmaster's office. It's best to let everyone think that you and the headmaster are not in school." Hermione, Harry, Navi and Ron didn't want Draco to be involved.

After all, Malfoy had already openly defected. I wonder what Voldemort, behind Quirrell's head, was thinking. Regardless, if they were in each other's shoes, she would definitely not let the Malfoys go. What could be more agonizing for the Malfoys than killing their cherished heir? No way.

"No! I'll come too. Having me here will give you an extra layer of safety." Draco retorted without thinking. He also wanted to be with his friends.

"Oh, okay, I knew it." Hermione also knew that the chances of Draco agreeing were slim.

"Ron, you and George and Fred go out every night. I guess you must have a way to avoid teaching them." Hermione thought of the magical Room of Requirement:

"Please come to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to find Neville and me every night. We need to go to the Room of Requirement to practice actual combat. Although we have protective gear, safety is the most important thing!"

Ron nodded in understanding. "Don't worry, I know several secret passages from the Room of Requirement to the various colleges. I'll show you all the secret passages later!"

He was eager to try. He didn't want to go on a night stroll with George Fred. The damn George Fred always left him alone to be chased by Filch!

He believed that if he took Hermione and Neville on a night out, they would definitely like it. Wouldn't he have new friends then? Hehe...

"Neville, are you scared?" Hermione finally asked, looking Neville in the eye. "I hope you can harvest some plants for future use."

Neville is a shy and timid boy. Although he doesn't have a strong presence in normal times, he always takes care of everyone in all kinds of details.

"I'm not afraid!" Neville said loudly, then realized his voice was too loud. He blushed shyly and whispered, "I'm not afraid. I believe in Hermione, Harry, Draco, and Ron!"

They looked at each other and smiled brightly without realizing it.

The next morning, Draco and Harry followed Ron and the others out of curiosity. Draco, in particular, looked listless as he was sleep deprived.

"What? Did our little prince steal last night?" Blaise joked. Of course, it was just a casual remark; he had no interest in exploring other people's secrets.

"Xiaolong didn't sleep well last night. Maybe Uncle Lucius coming over yesterday made him miss Aunt Cissy." Harry raised his hand to tidy up the hair of Draco who was leaning on his shoulder.

He looked up as if casually. Perhaps because today was Monday and all grades had their first classes, more Slytherin students were sitting at this table than ever before.

Harry had memorized the faces of every Slytherin student when they were sorted into houses at the beginning of the school year. He looked carefully again and found that no one was missing. He secretly nodded to his badge with satisfaction.

As three vibrations of different frequencies appeared, Harry pressed the button three more times to alert the user, and then met Draco's gaze, who had already woken up.

"Today's first period is Potions, right?" He chose to start a fight in his godfather's class? He'd be severely punished.

"Yeah, wake up first. The cellar is a bit cold and you might get sick." There you will pass by a room with a troll, and you can take control of the situation.

"Let's go to the classroom first. The walk there will give me a chance to wake up." Draco rubbed his eyes. Now that he was ready to start, he might as well finish it quickly.

He stood up and straightened his clothes, brushing the badge on his coat. Harry stood up too.

When the Slytherin first-years saw their prefects stand up and walk out, they all followed him tacitly. Neville, Hermione, and Ron followed closely behind with the new students after receiving the signal.

"The prefects have done a great job." Dumbledore stroked his beard with satisfaction. He knew it was time for the children to perform. As he said, there were no secrets in the castle that could be hidden from the headmaster.

"Albus..." Professor McGonagall hesitated to speak. Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick beside her were also a little uneasy. These were just first-year students.

"I still think that young Mr. Malfoy is more qualified for the role of prefect." Snape snorted coldly at Quirrell's eavesdropping appearance, while also covering up for a few colleagues who were a little too obvious.

"I think so too. Is it really a good idea to praise Harry too much?" Professor Flitwick cleverly responded, twisting Professor McGonagall's hesitation into concern for Harry.

"This is his mission, Filius. Don't underestimate this child." Dumbledore said meaningfully.

Quirrell quickly lowered his head to hide his distorted expression, as his master again furiously attacked the back of his head.

While cursing Dumbledore for his hypocrisy, cursing the Potions Master and Malfoy who betrayed him, he also looked down on the savior Harry Potter.

Fortunately, he was the only one with a mental connection to his master, otherwise he had no doubt that Dumbledore would kill him on the spot if his master made the slightest sound.

This old man is not a kind person.

"Master, please calm down. Once we get the Philosopher's Stone, we won't have to worry about Dumbledore or Harry Potter." Quirrell said to Voldemort behind his head in a fearful and flattering manner.

"Hmph, soon, when I recover, these scoundrels who betrayed me will know their fate!" Voldemort's cold voice sounded in Quirrell's mind.

"You piece of crap! Now that you know how to get past the three-headed dog, why don't you get the Philosopher's Stone for me!" Voldemort's mood was like the weather in June, changing at a moment's notice.

"Good, good, Master! But Dumbledore is in charge of Hogwarts. Nothing that happens here can be hidden from his eyes. I'm afraid..." Quirrell was confident that passing through the room full of obstacles would be no problem, but Dumbledore...

"Idiots! Start with that boy!" Voldemort really thought his men were all idiots! Useless! The only two with good brains were on the opposing side!

He was itching to think of Snape and Lucius. One was after that mudblood woman! What about the other? He couldn't believe Malfoy would betray him!

Could it be that he knew about his affair with Abu? But he thought he had done it perfectly, and as far as he knew, Abu didn't leave any portrait.

"You mean Harry Potter?" Quirrell asked cautiously.

'...No, that little Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.' Quirrell thought his Master's voice was a little strange.

'You want me to kill... him?' And cause a quarrel between Malfoy and Dumbledore?

"...Idiot! Just cast a spell on him so he can't wake up!" Voldemort was silent for a moment and then suddenly became furious.

Quirrell silently endured his moody master, feeling a little aggrieved. He thought his idea was a good one...

Oh! He understood. He was indeed his master! Compared to losing everything, it was still more painful for Malfoy to keep a faint hope and wait for a child who would never wake up. He understood! He understood completely!

The door of the auditorium was pushed open with a bang, and all the professors and senior students who were still having lunch looked over.

A Hufflepuff freshman stood at the door, gasping for breath, his eyes filled with fear and tears.

"There's a troll in the basement! The prefects are fighting the troll to protect us! Go, go and save them!"

He collapsed to the ground, his mind blank. "Someone, someone's injured... So much blood..." he muttered to himself. He was too far away to see clearly, and his mind was in a mess, with only one thought in mind: finding the professors.

Dumbledore stood up with a serious expression. How could it be!

There was an uproar in the hall. The senior students couldn't help but clench their wands, especially the Slytherins. They all wanted to rush to the basement. There were not only their younger classmates, but also their younger brothers, sisters, and fiancées!

Several people at the tables of other colleges also stood up impatiently. They were all young wizards from the wizarding world. Many of these wizarding nobles had been engaged since childhood.

Perhaps some young wizards from the Muggle world don't quite understand. Isn't marriage an old custom inherited from the last century? Where is the real love?

But not for the nobles who often saw the Malfoys at banquets.

That is someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you, can rely on each other, and spend the rest of your life with you. If the two of you are not suitable for each other, then the marriage relationship will be dissolved early.

As for those who still maintain a marriage relationship, they grew up together, know each other well, and have long recognized each other from the bottom of their hearts. How could they sit still when they heard that they were in danger?

What's more, someone was injured? Who was it? Was it him/her?