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

"Please take a seat, little heroes. Would you like something to drink? How about pumpkin juice?" Dumbledore waved his hand casually, and the table in the headmaster's office became much more spacious. Draco and the others sat down, but no one spoke.

"Oh, please, don't be like this, children." Dumbledore knew that they were all blaming themselves, and he didn't want them to be immersed in such unbearable emotions, so he brought these children here.

"Listen to me, children. You have done well enough. Don't blame yourselves anymore. Look, your classmates are very grateful to you, aren't they?" Dumbledore always seemed to be so unhurried.

"No! If it weren't for me, they wouldn't be in such danger." Harry suddenly retorted, his emotions a little excited.

"If I had been more thoughtful, no classmates would have been hurt." He has been blaming himself ever since the incident. He is not a saintly person, on the contrary, he holds grudges.

He remembered Sirius calling him James, and he remembered being mocked by some nobles he met as a shabby adopted son... But he also remembered that it was Voldemort who killed his parents, and he remembered the time he spent at his aunt's house...

He would not be complacent because he was a savior. These three words reminded him all the time that his reputation was earned at the cost of his parents' death.

What made him lose sight of himself was his brilliant mind, Uncle Lucius's praise, his ease with spells, and his mastery of potions. While not as gifted as Draco and his godfather, he was more than capable of mixing some common potions.

He was proud of these things. He felt that his plan was perfect. Was it difficult to use a silent magic when passing by the room where the troll was locked up?

Hermione and the others would protect the students, while he could quickly gain fame by killing the trolls, and at the same time, lay the groundwork for Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

The outcome might not have changed, but he hadn't expected a classmate to get hurt because of his flawed plan. It was like a wake-up call, waking him from his complacency.

He couldn't help but doubt himself. Could he really avenge his parents? Could he protect the people he cared about?

"Did you release the troll, Harry?" Dumbledore looked calm and did not say anything because of Harry's words. He just asked him this.

"No, but..." Harry wanted to say something.

"Did you guide Adrian and Osht to attack the door and release the troll?" Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Of course not! I..."

"You want to do this but haven't started yet, right?" Dumbledore distributed the candy in his hand to everyone.

"Harry, first of all, I want to make it clear that I know your plan. I'm sorry, but nothing can be hidden from me in this castle."

"I want to thank you, children. I think there may be something unexpected that caused the protective magic to not take effect in time, causing Adrian to be hurt."

Dumbledore said solemnly to the children, "You knew this magic existed, but you all used it to save your classmates, rather than letting them go free."

"I want to thank you, because if Adrian had really taken that blow from the troll, he might never have been able to show himself in front of us like he did just now."

For the 11-year-old wizard, the monster's force was no less than being hit by a heavy truck without slowing down, and the damage caused was catastrophic.

"Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Draco, you have done your best. Don't be too hard on yourselves, okay? You are only 11 years old. You are only 11 years old." Dumbledore sighed.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have confessed so early and put the burden on you," he said.

"No, we are very grateful that you told us everything so that we don't have to know what we need to face until the end." Hermione couldn't help but let the tears fall after holding back for a long time.

It's like finally finding an umbrella in the pouring rain.

Neville couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat, and he patted Hermione's back comfortingly.

Ron's eyes also turned red after he realized it. He didn't know why he was sad, but seeing his friends sad made him sad too.

Harry lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but Draco beside him could see clearly that the bright emerald eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Draco was a little bewildered. Hadn't he cured Adrian? Why were people still unhappy?

"Children, I think it is not terrible to realize our own shortcomings. As long as we work hard to correct them, everything will be fine." Dumbledore comforted them.

"Well, my children, I think you have all calmed down. Go to class and receive everyone's praise. You deserve it." Dumbledore winked at them and said with a smile.

"By the way, Draco, can you stay for a moment? I have some questions I want to ask you." He added as if he remembered something.

Unlike Ron and the others who trusted Dumbledore, Harry was always wary of Dumbledore, the man who could be said to be the driving force behind the first half of his tragic childhood.

Even though he was the greatest white wizard of this century, even though he had been trying his best to make up for it.

Why did he look for Draco? Draco's power had been exposed to Quirrell's sight. What did Dumbledore want from Draco?

He held Draco's hand with some concern, and Draco squeezed it comfortingly, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

After everyone else left, Draco looked at Dumbledore quietly, waiting curiously for Dumbledore to speak.

Dumbledore looked into those grey-blue eyes, clear, bright, and unwavering, and sighed, unable to help worrying about the child.

"Draco, why did you expose yourself to Quirrell? You know it's very dangerous. It will make Voldemort notice you." He did not miss the murderous intent that flashed in Quirrell's eyes, and he believed Snape must have noticed it too.

"Because... Harry and the others are sad because Adrian was injured." Draco said without hesitation, looking at Dumbledore with a questioning look in his eyes.

Is this something hard to imagine?

Dumbledore was speechless. That wasn't what he meant.

"The infirmary is not just for decoration, Draco. Your safety is more important." Dumbledore was a little worried about the child.

In my impression, he has always been well-behaved, cute, sensible, and caring for everyone.

Is it because he spent so much time away from his parents at Hogwarts with Harry? Draco is very dependent on Harry.

For Harry, it doesn't matter if I reveal my own abilities?

Dumbledore sighed again. Sometimes it was hardest to change a child's mind. He hoped Draco would pay more attention to his own safety.

Even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. Even though he knew that Draco had a lot of protective equipment on him, he couldn't help but worry a little more.

"Just be careful, okay, Draco?"

......

Draco walked briskly out of the headmaster's office and strolled along the empty corridor.

At this moment, all the students were listening intently in the classroom. No sound could be heard from behind closed doors in the corridors. The entire castle was silent. Warm sunlight streamed through the windows, gently falling on Draco, bringing an incomparable warmth.

Draco raised his head slightly, slowly closed his eyes, and quietly immersed himself in the tranquility and beauty of this moment. He listened to the subtle sounds around him and felt the soft touch of the breeze brushing against his cheek.

The sunlight shining on his pale face made him look even more crystal clear, as if it would break at the slightest touch.

The corners of Draco's mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and he seemed satisfied with all this.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and only Draco and this quiet space existed in the world.

"Bang--" The sudden figure accidentally bumped into Draco.

Fortunately, Draco grabbed the wall in time to prevent himself from falling.

"No, sorry, classmate! Are you alright?" Quirrell's timid voice came, and Draco put on an innocent smile.

"It's okay, Professor. Your lesson plan fell. Let me help you pick it up." He looked at Quirrell with concern and enthusiastically offered to help.

He said so, but he stood motionless, looking down at Quirrell, his hand brushing lightly over his body, as if pressing something. A smile seemed to flicker in his eyes.

Quirrell didn't notice as he hurriedly packed up his lesson plan. "No, that's fine." He stood up, nodded at Draco, lowered his head, and disappeared around the corner in a hurry.

Quirrell lowered his head cautiously, not letting the portraits around him see his expression, which was filled with uncontrollable pride. He really had to thank Snape and Dumbledore.

When he bumped into Draco just now, he used a spell taught by his master, which could make people fall into an endless sleep. Because it would not harm the body or mind, it was not considered a curse, and even if it was sent to St. Mungo's, nothing would be detected.

Soon, Dumbledore would be unable to notice him, and Malfoy's wrath would surely overwhelm him.

He can help his master get the Philosopher's Stone! The master will definitely reward him and use him!

Voldemort, who had just fallen asleep and was awakened by Quirrell, was silent for a long time. He had asked Quirrell to kill that little brat, so his worries before falling asleep were indeed not groundless.

However, being under the Sleeping Beauty curse could barely achieve his goal.

He told me to act according to circumstances, but this guy is so self-motivated, isn't he? It's only been a short while. Is this usual procrastination just for show?

"Although Dumbledore has no evidence, he will definitely suspect you. You must get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible!" Voldemort ordered.