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

Draco's hair rustled gently, as if being blown by an invisible force. A platinum light emanated from him, like tiny stars surrounding him.

His delicate features radiated a faint glow. His eyes were slightly lowered, his expression unclear. He looked like a compassionate angel, brimming with holiness and mystery.

It turns out the Daily Prophet can be quite realistic sometimes. This is a first-year Ravenclaw who read an article in the Daily Prophet that praised the Malfoy family's beauty.

Snape held the wand in his hand vigilantly, and watched Quirrell's every move with his peripheral vision.

"This power..." Voldemort's voice sounded a little gloomy. This power made Voldemort a little wary, and he had a hunch that it would have an impact on him.

'Find out the source of this power! And then, when the time is right...' Kill him! Voldemort cannot tolerate the existence of anyone who poses a threat to him, even if that person is Abraham Lincoln's grandson.

"I understand, Master!" Quirrell thought he understood what Voldemort meant. Wasn't it just to curse Draco and make him sleep forever? He understood it very well!

"Hmm." Voldemort was pleased with his subordinate who suddenly seemed to have become smarter. He finally had a brain.

"Since the giant monster's move is already useless, let's act quickly." There is no time to lose. If he delays any longer, he will not be able to maintain this state. Quirrell, this tool who is not very useful, will also be useless.

"Remember, seize the opportunity!" Voldemort warned, then sank into his subconscious to rest. This body is still useful, don't let it become useless too soon.

"Don't worry, Master, I understand everything." Quirrell said confidently.

Voldemort's last thought before he fell asleep was: 'Does he really understand?'

"Ahem." Dumbledore coughed twice, drawing everyone's attention to his arrival.

The students felt more at ease when they saw Dumbledore and all made way for him.

Dumbledore successfully walked to the sides of several protagonists of the incident.

Snape stepped forward to examine the troll's corpse. Fiery Curse? Sure enough, he couldn't let his godsons get too close to Grindelwald.

Look at what has become of these good children? If they can't control it properly, they'll just burn down Hogwarts!

Snape looked around the broken door frame, which no longer had a door, and found a dark but shiny object on the ground, in the gap beside the door frame.

Snape put it away calmly, walked to Dumbledore's side, and nodded slightly in response to his inquiring gaze.

"Student Adrian, I think you should go to the infirmary again and let Poppy check you out." Dumbledore carefully looked at the Hufflepuff child covered in blood.

He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was indeed alright. Now was not the time to ponder why Hogwarts's protective spells hadn't taken effect. He straightened his expression. "Now, can anyone tell me what happened?"

Osht stepped forward before Harry. "Headmaster, this is all my fault." He bit his lip. He had always been a sensitive and aloof person, and the gazes from everyone made him very uncomfortable.

Adrian stepped forward, blocking his gaze from Oshoit. "Headmaster, I said something rude to Oshoit, and he got a little shy and wanted me to shut up, so we started fighting in the hallway." He met Dumbledore's understanding gaze, his eyes flickering but holding his gaze firmly.

"Osho's spell accidentally hit the door. I swear we didn't use any door-opening spells or anything like that. But for some reason the door opened and a troll ran out."

"No, children, I'm not blaming you." Dumbledore realized that he might have been too serious. "It's just that a little classmate just ran into the hall scared and anxious, and we are very worried about your safety."

"Principal Dumbledore, it's my fault that I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities as a prefect and have not managed my classmates well." Harry had been silent all this time, but now he suddenly spoke.

He noticed the strange way Quirrell was looking at Draco and immediately reacted. Oh no, Draco's ability was exposed! The more traces of dark magic in a person's body, the more threatened they felt by Draco's Holy Light.

He wanted to turn Quirrell's gaze back to him, and the moment he opened his mouth, Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Quirrell had been looking at him.

"Headmaster, I'm also at fault," Hermione also stood up. She had also been observing Quirrell and naturally noticed Draco's attention. "I didn't save my classmate in time."

Hermione realized their plan was ridiculously childish. They'd gotten their classmates hurt, and those who knew about it were feeling bad. "There won't be a next time!" Hermione warned herself.

This Ravenclaw, who has always been competitive and recognized as a top student, couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

"Principal, me too. In my panic, I didn't realize the troll had high magic resistance and thought I could stop it." Ron was a little depressed, and his red hair, which seemed to be always passionate and bright, seemed to have dulled a lot.

"And my Headmaster, as a prefect it is my duty to protect you all. I failed to do so and have betrayed your trust." Neville was extremely ashamed. He didn't react as quickly as Hermione and the others to cast spells of protection or attack, nor was he as good as Draco in healing Adrian.

"Hmm..." Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought. Snape scoffed at his pretense, his eyes fixed on his two godsons, a look of unwavering worry in them.

Quirrell might have already set his sights on Draco, and Harry... Ever since Harry was brought to Malfoy Manor by him, almost everyone has been very nice to him and has not let him experience any major setbacks.

It was like he thought he was secretly trying to deceive those petty nobles who looked down on him and Weasley, but he and Lucius Narcissa just saw through it without saying anything and just went along with his wishes, forcing those petty nobles to never appear in his presence again. They were indulgent towards Draco and Harry.

When he and Dumbledore heard about the so-called plan, he knew that there were many loopholes in it, but he felt that this was also an opportunity for them to grow, so he just observed the development of the situation secretly.

In the Great Hall, he immediately saw the incredible execution abilities of these little trolls. They had just made a plan yesterday, and were already implementing it today! Their recklessness was uncharacteristic of a Slytherin!

When he learned that someone was injured, he could hardly keep his calm face. He glared at Dumbledore fiercely and rushed here anxiously.

Although it may sound a bit cold to say this, he was relieved when he first saw it that it was not Harry and Draco who were injured.

He also knew that he was too concerned and confused.

I hope this lesson will help them grow...

Dumbledore's silence obviously caused some commotion around him.

"Headmaster, the prefects immediately put us behind them to protect us." A Gryffindor student couldn't help but jump out first.

His words were like a switch being flipped:

"You can't blame the prefects! They've done a great job!"

"The prefect checked us first to see if we were injured."

"We often play in the aisles."

"We haven't heard of the spells the prefects used yet and haven't learned them yet."

"Isn't Potter worthy of a reward for killing the troll alone?"

"Yes, Malfoy even treated us."

"Quiet down, children." Dumbledore's words seemed to have magic, easily calming the restless students.

He had a smile on his face. "I didn't mean to deduct points from anyone. This was an accident."

"I'm happy to see my classmates learning and playing together in harmony. I used to go to class with my friends, playing and joking," Dumbledore said. "We didn't tell everyone in advance that this troll was part of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class prepared by your Professor Quirrell."

Now everyone finally saw Professor Quirrell at the outermost edge of the crowd.

Quirrell stammered. "S-sorry, I-I-I don't know why the spell on the door didn't work."

His classmates were used to his stuttering and no longer had high expectations for his teaching skills. Unexpectedly, he even prepared teaching aids. Is this the one? Can he really control it?

"This accident was an unexpected one that no one could have foreseen. I will not deduct points from you. As the classmates said, every prefect performed well, and everyone will get the reward he deserves." Dumbledore said.

"So Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin each get 20 points! For your prefect who defeated the troll and kept your classmates safe. And for your solidarity and friendship, and for helping each other."

Dumbledore watched and listened. Four colors mingled together, supporting each other, hugging each other, and speaking up together.

They just have different personalities, just like Muggle schools divide students into different majors, they are all students of Hogwarts.

Slytherins can be reckless, Gryffindors can be ambitious, Hufflepuffs can be aloof, and Ravenclaws are no longer calm.

Dumbledore saw the fruits of all his hard work unfold before him, felt the harmonious atmosphere of the four houses, and listened to the cheers and noises around him. He smiled sincerely. How wonderful...

"Harry, Ron, Neville, Hermione, Draco, please come to my office. I want to know more details," Dumbledore smiled soothingly at the nervous children, and then continued.

"Of course, I understand that you are all happy now, but your Potions class still has to go on as usual, Severus?" Dumbledore looked at Snape inquiringly.

"Hmph," Snape rolled his eyes at Dumbledore and looked at the trolls who were still immersed in joy.

"Well, I assume that more than forty minutes have passed by now. Our brave and fearless little heroes of Hogwarts have had enough fun now, right? Then please follow their humble and unpleasant Potions Professor to class! Don't worry about the progress, I will be teaching all morning."

The cheerful atmosphere suddenly came to an end. Draco and the others followed Dumbledore, bathed in the resentful gazes of their classmates, and just hoped that Dumbledore would leave faster. They really couldn't stay there even for a second!