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

Little Malfoy fainted for unknown reasons, and even Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey couldn't find the reason!

The news swept across the campus like a tornado. The excitement of the freshmen's encounter with the troll hadn't faded that morning, and everyone was secretly passing notes during class. By noon, they learned that Draco had fallen into a coma.

The first person to notice was a senior Ravenclaw student who had just finished class. As she rushed to Divination class, she saw Draco enjoying the sunshine in the corridor next to the library. Sophia realized that corridor was particularly beautiful, and Draco standing there looked like a painting.

Who doesn't love to look at beautiful women? Sophia was immediately drawn in. She couldn't help but take a few more glances, just in time to see Draco stagger and fall.

She was stunned for two seconds, screamed, and rushed over quickly. She knelt beside Draco at a loss, not knowing what to do.

The screams attracted some nearby classmates and Madam Pince in the library, who gathered around.

Madam Pince ran over with a serious expression, exclaimed when she saw Draco, quickly squatted down to check if he had any external injuries, and after confirming that it was not a physical cause, she picked up Draco.

"A classmate, please inform Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore. I will take little Mr. Malfoy to the infirmary. Sophia, follow me. The rest of the students, go to class!" Madam Pince swept her sharp eyes over the students around her. Although the students were a little worried, they knew they could not help much, so they obediently made way.

When they were rushed to the first class, many of them were worried about the first-year students. After the first get out of class, they heard from the well-informed Badger that nothing was wrong and that the troll had been defeated, and they were relieved.

I was just turning around and enthusiastically discussing the Saviors when I heard from my second-period classmates that Draco Malfoy had passed out for unknown reasons. A large portion of the Hogwarts community loved this polite and sensible little prince. Who wouldn't love a young boy with a sweet smile?

Ah, today has been full of ups and downs.

The first-year students are concentrating on making potions. Who dares not to be serious? Professor Snape is watching you.

Harry was a little distracted. His movements were spot-on, but as his godfather, how could Snape not see what the brat was thinking? He didn't confront him, though. Harry and the others had returned halfway through their first period, except for Draco, who hadn't returned even after the second period had begun...

What on earth is old bee/Dumbledore talking to Draco about? Harry and Snape thought in unison.

"Professor Snape!" A Ravenclaw girl rushed into the Potions classroom. Some students were startled and their hands shook, and an ominous purple-black gas came out of the crucible.

Snape waved his wand with a dark face. In the past, he would have made some sarcastic remarks and deducted points from Gryffindor.

But thinking of Draco who had not returned from the principal's office yet and the student who suddenly broke in, he always had a bad feeling.

"Oh no, Professor, Malfoy has fainted! He's in the medical ward now..." The senior student had barely caught her breath when she felt someone running past her. She turned around and saw two similar figures, one big and one small, disappearing around the corner, leaving only the fluttering corners of their robes.

She turned back slowly and found that Professor Snape had not forgotten to extinguish all the students' cauldrons before leaving. He was really crying.

She smiled awkwardly and said to the restless and noisy freshmen, "How about you study on your own during this class?"

Hermione suppressed the urge to rush out and spoke loudly to herself, "Everyone, please study with your books for a while before Professor Snape comes back." Ron and Neville were also there to maintain order.

Slytherins were the quietest, not because they didn't care, but because they had neither the strength of a Potions Master nor the healing ability of Madam Pomfrey. Instead of overthinking it here, it would be better to wait until after class to ask students who knew the situation.

With Blaise and Pansy working together to control the situation, Slytherin read quietly.

Harry was running in the corridor. Fortunately, it was class time and there were no students in the corridor. Otherwise, with Harry's reckless running, who knows how many accidents he would have caused.

Draco... Draco... Harry felt a little lost in his vision. He slowly stopped, tears streaming down his face. He had been fine just a moment ago, hadn't he? They'd only been apart for a moment, how could he have fainted? If he had known, he should have stayed in the headmaster's office... For a moment, Harry didn't dare look at Draco...

Snape rubbed Harry's head with his hand, his voice unusually dry. "Let's go, Draco is still waiting for us."

He was also panicked and worried, but he was an adult, and his godson was obviously on the verge of collapse. He had to stay calm and not be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Is it him?" Harry asked without thinking.

Snape knew who he was talking about. He immediately suspected that person, Quirrell, or Voldemort in his head. No one else had the motivation to do so, nor could they do it.

No, Draco has strong protection, there is no way Quirrell, a loser, would succeed, unless...

"Harry..." Snape cast a spell to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.

"It must be him!" Harry raised his head sharply, his green eyes filled with rage, "He's already taken Mom and Dad away from me! What else does he want? Want to take Draco away from me too?!"

"Harry!" Snape called Harry harshly, "So what if it's him? Are you going to go find him now? Go find him in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Will he admit it if you find him? Even if we know his identity, what about others?"

"You want to use a spell on him in class? In front of everyone? Do you think Dumbledore would agree? Have you considered the safety of other students?!" Snape roared.

"I don't care. I! T! M! Don't care at all!" Harry was on the verge of collapse. "Anyone can do it! Only Draco, Draco can't..." He seemed to be stuck in a dead end, thinking that it was all his fault, otherwise Draco wouldn't have been in trouble.

"...Harry," Snape wanted to say something, but those words of persuasion couldn't even persuade him, let alone Harry? He also wanted to go and give Quirrell an Avada Kedavra, but the adult world was never something that could be done just by thinking.

He squatted there and held Harry in his arms, trying to soothe him. Snape could clearly feel the wetness on his shoulders. "Maybe things are not as bad as we thought? Let's go see Draco first. Draco needs us now."

"Hmm." Harry's muffled voice came. Snape stood up, took Harry's hand, and strode towards the infirmary.

When they arrived, Dumbledore was already there, standing by Draco's bed with a grim expression, his wand flashing with a testing light.

Snape immediately came to Draco's side and examined him carefully.

"I didn't find any obvious injuries on Mr. Malfoy's body. I think this affects his soul rather than his body." Madam Pomfrey said with a serious expression. "It's strange that we didn't detect any traces of the spell. It seems that he fell into sleep on his own."

Harry stood blankly in front of the bed. Draco's face was rosy and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was just having a beautiful dream.

He seemed to hear Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape arguing, and Headmaster Dumbledore saying something apologetically to him... but he didn't want to hear anything.

Amidst the hesitation of several others, he calmly embraced Draco. He crushed Draco's masterpiece in his hands, and a teleportation array lit up beneath his feet. In a flash, they vanished from the spot.

"Albus! Them!" Madam Pomfrey originally thought that Harry wanted to take Draco back to the dormitory to take care of him, but what was that? It was like magic! Oh my God, I almost forgot that I was a wizard.

"Calm down, Poppy, those are some...untold secrets of the Malfoy family." Dumbledore was not very clear. He only knew that Malfoy and the Potions Professor had secrets that could not be told, whether it was Sevilla's sudden youthful appearance or the unfathomable Narcissa Lucius.

However, he had no intention of exploring, or rather, he couldn't explore. But now, his two students disappeared right in front of him, which made him feel a little worried.

Snape knew that Harry must have taken Draco back to Malfoy Manor. He was frightened and anxious because he couldn't find the reason for Draco's coma. If he hadn't had something to tell the old bee, he would have rushed over long ago.

He took out a black prismatic gem from his black robe and threw it to Dumbledore. He knew Dumbledore would recognize it.

"A magic stone, a favorite among adventurers, used to break magical circles." Snape's tone was icy. He was just taking his anger out on the old bee, so what? If he hadn't spoken to Draco alone, how could Draco have been attacked on the way back to the classroom?

Even if there hadn't been a portrait in that corridor, Dumbledore would have had no way of knowing who the prisoner was. But everyone knew it could only be Quirrell, only Quirrell.

"Severus, I'm so sorry." Dumbledore didn't expect that Draco would actually enter the infirmary in just a few moments. He thought... well, he really did take it for granted...

"Save your apology until Draco wakes up. Time is running out. You know that Harry won't be able to endure this for long." Snape said meaningfully.

Without waiting for Dumbledore's reply, he hurried back to Malfoy Manor via the office fireplace, his two godsons in his mind.