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

A gloomy cloud hung over Hogwarts today. Even the lively Gryffindors were a little too quiet.

Yesterday, there was an incident of a troll injuring people. Although it was resolved by the savior Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy was attacked and fell into coma shortly afterwards.

In the afternoon, some students who witnessed the incident said that they saw Lucius Malfoy go to the headmaster's office angrily and stay there for a long time. Then he and Headmaster Dumbledore seemed to find Professor Snape in a hurry, and then disappeared with the phoenix.

"They say he went to see Nick Flamel, probably for little Malfoy," a badger who happened to be nearby said with certainty.

The more perceptive and intelligent students were a bit panicked. The series of accidents and coincidences forced them to overthink, and they always felt that some conspiracy was unfolding somewhere they couldn't see. Those students who had a close relationship with Draco felt it even more deeply.

Pansy and Blaise were a little worried. It was such a coincidence that they were worried about Draco and their friends who were feeling down.

Brace had a vague feeling that there were secrets between them. Before, he had followed social etiquette and didn't ask, but now the better his relationship with his friends, the more curious he became. It was not because he wanted to gain something from it, but because he didn't want to be excluded.

When Dumbledore comes back, everyone's mood will no longer be so depressed, and he must get to the bottom of it!

At noon on the day when Dumbledore was not at school, a sneaky figure appeared in the corridor on the fourth floor. He was holding a harp. After making sure that there was no one around, he slipped into the room where the three-headed dog was imprisoned.

After he went in, the figures of several children slowly emerged not far away. They were Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione.

Harry watched Quirrell go in, his voice unusually calm. "Are you ready?"

"Harry, will you really want it when the time comes?" Hermione hesitated. She was born in an ordinary world, and her parents taught her the value of life since she was a child. Although she knew that Quirrell was not an innocent person... but... she felt very complicated, and she couldn't describe what she felt.

"Hermione, if he doesn't die, Draco will be the one to die." Harry said without turning around.

Ron and Neville patted Hermione's shoulders comfortingly. They were children who grew up in the wizarding world and did not have the strong sense of morality that Hermione had. Even the Ministry of Magic would not think that Harry's behavior was wrong. At most, they would think that Harry was too young and not suitable for learning the dark arts to kill people.

But who says that dark magic is needed? Harry showed a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I should respect different customs, right?" Hermione shrugged casually. "After all, we have to face Voldemort, and Draco is waiting for us." She tried to convince herself.

"Let's go, Quirrell should have passed the three-headed dog and the Devil's Snare," Harry said calmly. He took a firm step forward. Ron and the others hurried to follow.

In the corner, four figures slowly emerged: Lucius, Snape, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald.

"Stupid little trolls, you didn't even check." Snape said this, but his eyes flashed with worry. One of his two godsons lay in bed, in eternal sleep.

One of them planned everything that happened now so that the other could wake up earlier, and was ready to kill Voldemort and Quirrell with his own hands.

Whether it was Lucius showing up or going with Dumbledore Snape to find Nicolas Flamel, it was all Harry's idea.

His first reaction when he returned to the principal's office was to bang the badge in front of them.

After a while, Hermione, Ron and Neville stood at the door of the headmaster's office, their faces full of worry and self-blame.

He watched as Harry methodically explained what had happened.

Watching him calm down several friends.

Watching him and Dumbledore Lucius discussing the next course of action, I suddenly felt that Harry had really grown up.

Snape, with mixed feelings, set up a powerful Confusion Charm around. Although the little lions of Gryffindor seemed quiet and well-behaved in the past two days, it would not be a good thing if they broke in, and they might die.

"Let's go before they get hurt." Lucius gave Dumbledore a mocking look. "Go watch your favorite scene of the savior fighting the Dark Lord." His tone was harsh, but Dumbledore could understand.

They disappeared again and followed Harry and the others.

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As Quirrell entered the room with the harp, he was stared at by six eyes. He swallowed nervously, and as he waved his wand, the harp played melodious music.

He moved the sleeping three-headed dog aside and opened the trapdoor. It was pitch black below and he couldn't see anything. He gritted his teeth and jumped down.

His body continued to fall uncontrollably. With a strange, dull sound, he finally landed heavily on something soft.

Because his eyes had not yet fully adapted to the dim surroundings, he could only instinctively stretch out his hands and grope around cautiously. In a moment, he was shocked to realize that he seemed to be sitting on an unknown plant.

He fumbled around trying to find his wand, and his hand seemed to touch something alive and twisting. He thought to himself that something was wrong and quickened his search, but before he could find it, he was tied up by tentacle-like things that attacked from all directions.

"Master! Help!" Quirrell called out to his great, all-powerful Master in his heart. He felt like he was losing his breath.

'Waste! Get out of the way, I'll do it!' Voldemort really didn't want this stupid subordinate, he took control of Quirrell's body and said in his mind. 'Lumos (fluorescent flashes).'

The Illuminating Charm illuminated the surroundings and scared away those tentacle-like things. Quirrell looked closely and found that it was a Devil's Snare. Even Voldemort was speechless. It was just a small Devil's Snare... waste!

Is he really a Ravenclaw graduate? Voldemort wondered. He's just temporarily living in the back of Quirrell's head, not eating his brains. Doesn't he know wandless magic? Why is Hogwarts so bad?

They walked into the second room. To show off his bravery in navigating the flock of birds, Quirrell raised his hand and cast a door-opening spell. "Master is going to praise me, right?" Quirrell couldn't help but imagine. "A mere door wouldn't be enough to faze me..." "Why didn't it work?"

He didn't believe it and tried it a few more times.

"Fool! Find the key from those little birds, you idiot!" Voldemort was almost unable to bear it. If they didn't share a body, he would have given Quirrell a heart-wrenching blow. He couldn't help but appear on the back of Quirrell's head and made a hoarse sound.

"Forget it, idiot. I'll do it!" Voldemort took control of Quirrell's body again. He noticed a bird with a darker color than the others. He stared at it. "Here comes the key!"

After taking the key, he gave his body to Quirrell. Please, it's not his own body that wears out quickly. He didn't want to be ready for everything and then fall at the last step.

But who would have thought that Quirrell couldn't even play wizard chess?

Voldemort was deeply aware that being kind to others was cruel to himself. Allowing this idiot to become his subordinate was the most wrong decision he had ever made.

And so, Voldemort began his swift march towards control of Quirrell's body. Wizard chess? Seconds. Potions? No need. Walking through fire? Easy peasy.

After entering the room, Voldemort felt that the wear and tear of this body was getting worse, so he retreated and relied on this piece of trash to finally show its value and help him escape.

...He should be able to escape, right? This thought popped up in Voldemort's mind at an inopportune moment. He shook his head to get rid of this strange thought and focused his attention on the mirror in front of him.

"Hurry! The Philosopher's Stone must be in there! Bring it to me!" Voldemort urged Quirrell, his heart filled with twisted joy.

Quirrell walked over to the mirror and saw himself, the envied and admired man, standing beside his master, second only to the master. He couldn't help but chuckle. Voldemort was truly speechless at this idiot. Everyone knew it was strange that there was only one mirror here, and he was going to look at it without any protection?

Quirrell felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, and he woke up with a start. "Master, how do we get the Philosopher's Stone out? I see it, but I can't." He had just seen himself holding a red stone in his hand, offering it to his master. That must be the Philosopher's Stone.

Voldemort was almost unable to bear it any longer. "Do you think I can see? You idiot! And don't take off your turban!"

Quirrell slowly lifted his turban, revealing another face where the back of his head should have been. It was a horrifyingly pale face, devoid of any color, like a ghost from the underworld. Its two slender eyes flickered an eerie red, exuding a chilling aura. Where the nose should have been, a crack opened, like a twisted snake, sending chills down one's spine.

Harry came in, facing that face. His pupils constricted; it was obvious that this face was a bit too much.

Voldemort also noticed Harry's arrival and slowly forced a malicious smile.

"Look, it's our Boy-Who-Lived. It just so happens that I need your help with something."