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

When Dumbledore appeared in the Great Hall with Harry and Draco, everyone was in an uproar.

But Harry felt a gaze even hotter than those surprised ones fixed on him, making him afraid to look up.

Draco stood behind Harry, poking him in the waist, trying not to laugh. He had heard what Harry had said, and when he came back subconsciously, he had completely forgotten about Hermione, Ron, Neville, and the others who were still anxiously waiting.

Draco waved gently in his friend's direction, showing a cute and obedient smile.

Hermione and the others paused with resentful expressions. Well, they couldn't blame Harry for forgetting about them. Hadn't they worked so hard just to see Draco's vivid face?

Draco never showed favoritism. Whether it was his friends Ron, Hermione, Neville, Blaise, Pansy, or the twins who always cared for him, he always gave them a happy smile and waved his arms.

They were sitting in the professors' seats, so Draco's little movements were particularly conspicuous. In addition, his friends were sitting at four long tables, so he was busy looking around here and there.

Moreover, he and Harry were both popular figures recently, so even more people were paying attention to him, both openly and covertly. Many girls covered their mouths and whispered to their sisters, "He's so cute!"

Snape coughed lightly, and Harry and Draco sat down obediently as if by reflex.

Draco glanced at Snape cautiously, poking his pout at the nutritious meal on the plate that his mother had asked Dobby to make for him and Harry according to the recipe. He had no appetite at all.

They are wizards, so it would be fine if they were cured. Why do they need to eat some nutritious meal with a big green piece of food?

For the first time, Draco felt an aversion to the color green. He glanced at Dumbledore and suddenly had an interesting idea. "Godfather, I have a new idea for potions. I'd like to use your office. Is that okay, Godfather?"

He blinked his big, watery eyes and looked at Snape expectantly. He would pretend to realize he wasn't full and ask his godfather to prepare something delicious.

The moment his eyes rolled, Snape knew he was up to something bad. He knew full well that Draco didn't like those vegetables. According to Cissy, he should have been ruthless in rejecting Draco and teaching him a lesson. But... "Follow me." He couldn't help but surrender once again to those trusting gray-blue eyes.

Draco pointed at the long table and spread his hands, gave Harry a look that told him to fend for himself, then followed Snape's steps and walked briskly towards the cellar.

Harry looked at Draco's back lovingly, took the nutritious meal on Draco's table and ate it all, including his own portion, otherwise Aunt Cissy would find out.

He still had to stay here and accept the fierce 'care' from his friends.

After dinner, Dumbledore stood up. He just raised his hand slightly and pressed it down, and the whole hall fell silent in an instant.

"Children, I know you all have a lot of questions in your mind." He slowly looked at the children, each of whom had a childish and innocent look on his face. "A lot has happened in school recently."

He had hesitated to tell everyone, but before coming, Minerva, Pomona and Filius insisted that the students should know the truth. Of course, this did not mean that they should know immediately that Voldemort was not dead, but that recent events should not be concealed.

Children are not stupid. If they keep trying to cover up the truth, they will only lose their trust. Hogwarts should be the best magic school, right?

"First of all, I want to apologize to my classmates for the troll attack and Malfoy's coma." Dumbledore ignored the sudden whispers. He cut the whole story short and tried to tell it to the children in plain language.

All the students listened quietly and curiously. When they heard that the magic on the door of the room where the troll was locked had been weakened by a magic-breaking stone dropped by a night-wandering student, and that any spell could open it, they all became interested in the magic-breaking stone.

Especially the Gryffindors who loved night outings, their eyes glowed green when they looked at the Slytherins. As everyone knew, there were a lot of ancient pure-blood families in Slytherin.

When they heard that Professor Quirrell had discovered this secret, they had a bad premonition in their hearts. The next moment, the premonition came true. It turned out that it was Professor Quirrell who caused Draco Malfoy to fall into a coma!

No wonder they hadn't seen Professor Quirrell since noon today. He must have been arrested. Otherwise, Mr. Malfoy wouldn't have woken up. They had always thought he was in the infirmary.

Oh, so Professor Quirrell is a hidden Death Eater... What! Death Eater?!

Oh, Professor Quirrell went to steal the Philosopher's Stone at noon... What! Philosopher's Stone?!

Oh, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom stopped Professor Quirrell's plot... What?! They were just gone for an afternoon, right? Why does it feel like the story is more exciting than their entire year?

I always feel like Hogwarts is worthy of being a school of magic; the stories that happen there are really outrageous. —Young wizards from the Muggle world.

I need to write a letter to tell Mom and Dad. — The noble little wizards of Slytherin.

There are too many factors, and my brain hasn't fully loaded them. —Young wizards familiar with the wizarding world.

"Children, this is our negligence. We did not check the hired teachers, which led to you all being in uncontrollable danger. I am very sorry for this. I promise it will not happen again." Dumbledore bowed deeply.

If only this apology had come sooner...

Several deans also stood up and bowed at the same time.

"Of course, we also have to give 50 points to each of our four houses for their prefect who braved all odds to stop a huge conspiracy!"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, prolonged applause broke out in the Great Hall. Everyone was whispering to each other, some excited, some amazed, and some in admiration.

Only Blaise and Pansy seemed a little uncomfortable. They felt lost. Weren't they friends? Why didn't they tell them anything?

Harry noticed it keenly, and after a moment's thought he understood.

He looked at Hermione and made a gesture with his eyes. Hermione followed Harry's gaze and looked in the direction of the Slytherin table.

They always inadvertently excluded the deaf Brace and Pansy because of Draco's inner voice, without considering whether this would create a rift between friends. She had just seen Pansy's unhappiness and had forced herself to withdraw from the joy of being praised.

She reflected on herself and thought it was time to come clean, as a good friendship should be a two-way street.

She was just about to tell Ron and Neville when she looked up and saw the latter chatting happily with Hannah Abbott. His face was almost like a monkey's butt, and he just grinned with his teeth bared. Hermione shook her head in a mature manner, "Oh, boys."

The former had infiltrated the Slytherin table and sat next to Blaise, chattering away, even showing off his eye badge. Blaise seemed envious and touched it cautiously. Ron didn't know what he'd said, but Blaise seemed pleasantly surprised.

Hermione looked at it and suddenly smiled. There was no need to be so formal, right? The more formal it was, the more it reminded the other person that the relationship between them was not as close as they thought.

Sometimes Ron was perhaps the most attentive of them all. He could always sense his friends' moods the moment they arrived and make the best choice based on his intuition.

Hermione thought so, and walked briskly to sit next to Pansy. When Pansy looked over, she smiled brightly and told her about what she had seen in the Chamber of Secrets, which made Pansy exclaim repeatedly.

Some of the Slytherin girls around him couldn't help but prick up their ears and listen silently. He didn't know who started the conversation, but when Harry looked again, they were already discussing some new fashion products of the season with great interest.

After being influenced by Pansy, Hermione is no longer the little girl who only knows books. She wears the gold-rimmed glasses given to her by Pansy on her nose, and uses the softener she has always used on her hair despite Pansy's disapproval. Her big brown wavy hair is shiny and soft and draped behind her. Her slightly protruding rabbit teeth were made smooth by using magic at Pansy's suggestion.

No one would disagree that she is the most beautiful little witch in Ravenclaw.

Pansy raised her chin slightly like the queen and shared some of her little experiences. The little sadness she had felt before was long forgotten.

"We can talk to Bracey later," Harry thought. He was sitting alone in the professor's chair, wondering if Draco had eaten properly, or if he had only eaten dessert.

Thinking of Draco, and feeling that they had been separated for a long time, Harry hurriedly dealt with the classmates who were talking to him, hesitated for a while, and finally sneaked away with the apple pie that had just appeared.

Dumbledore's face was filled with relief, while the three headmasters' expressions were indescribable. They had already left the Great Hall. Yet, Dumbledore, acting mysteriously and somewhat like a thief, was hiding and peeping in, even inviting them to join him. This made the upright Professor McGonagall extremely uncomfortable.

She always felt that this behavior was a little... She cleared her throat and was about to speak.

"Wow, look at that! What could possibly make one of Hogwarts' greatest headmasters ever spy on a young wizard? You're really like what Muggles call a control freak! I thought you were much less so, Dumbledore." A familiar, mocking voice rang out from behind them. The familiar black, the familiar flying robes.

Professor McGonagall stepped aside silently. Could she say that she also felt that this was a bit...?

But her habit made her unable to think of how to tell Dumbledore. Fortunately, Severus came.

"Oh, Sev, it really makes me sad that you misunderstood me like this. You know, I just want to know what the children really think." Dumbledore still smiled without blinking.

"Tsk, come with me to Malfoy Manor," Snape said impatiently. Although the several heads of the house were curious, they were still considerate and tried to give the two of them some space to talk.

"Heads of House, please wait a moment." Snape reached out from his robes. "If possible, I hope you can come with me. This is a very important matter."

Dumbledore still had a smile on his face. He nodded to the headmasters. "I'm curious too. In that case, let's go and take a look together."