"Does it still hurt?" Hermione asked with some concern as she watched Harry rub her head down and rub her scar.

"It's been hurting since I got back to the castle, but it doesn't matter." Harry looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

His anxious, haggard appearance startled his friends.

"Harry, you should check out the school doctor's office." The little witch came over and tried to drag Harry to Madam Pomfrey.

"I think Hermione was right, Harry. You're looking terrible right now, let's go, let's go together. "Even Ron wasn't on Harry's side this time, that's not what a student should be like when the holidays were coming.

"Stop, Hermione, Ron, I thank you, but please wait a minute." Harry broke free of Hermione's arms, the slightest discomfort in his body paled in comparison to the terrible consequences of the theft of the Philosopher's Stone.

"Listen to me, friends, you all know the origin of my scars." Harry ruffled his hair, revealing the lightning-bolt scar.

"Voldemort's Curse didn't kill me, but it left this one behind. Now it hurts all the time, it never happened, and I don't think it's a physical discomfort, but an omen, or a warning. ”

Hearing Voldemort's name, Ron subconsciously shrunk his neck and looked around cautiously.

The frightened look seemed as if a black-robed man would pop out of the wall in the next second and recite to him, "Avada gnaws big melons".

Hermione didn't react much, although Harry looked very serious, and she was willing to trust her friend, but what the other person said was too unbelievable.

"Harry, the whole wizarding world knows that the mystery man is dead, and time has proven it, and Ron and I want to believe you, but what are we going to do to convince the professors?"

"Maybe we can go to Professor McGonagall and tell her that Snape wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone tonight." Ron followed Hermione's words as he persuaded him, he had probably guessed Harry's solution, but it wasn't a good idea to confront an adult wizard head-on.

His two twin brothers, although not in tune, are among the best among their peers in terms of strength, but Charlie has been too easy to coach them before, and Fred and George are not his opponents together.

At that time, Charlie had just graduated from Hogwarts, and he was just an ordinary wizard, and Snape was one of the deans of the four Hogwarts houses, so he couldn't think that a young wizard like himself could deal with it.

"But what about the evidence? Ron, this is all our speculation, and Professor McGonagall, who is also the Headmaster of Hogwarts, will probably take this as our imagination. Hermione questioned this.

With what she knew about Professor McGonagall, there was no substantial evidence that the Dean would not have taken their word for it.

Ron hated to shut Hermione's mouth, isn't it the most common thing you do to find a professor when you have something? Do you have to watch Harry go to Snape to die?

"Dumbledore, yes, we can go to Headmaster Dumbledore, he and Nicol Lemay are good friends, and he must not want the Philosopher's Stone to be stolen, even if he doesn't believe us, we can try to persuade him to change the Philosopher's Stone to another place."

Ron suddenly thought of Dumbledore, as long as he could talk to the old headmaster, the Philosopher's Stone would be safe.

Both agreed with Ron's idea, but how do they meet Dumbledore?

Three of you, you look at me, I look at you, and at the same time say a name.

"Aini!"

This made them a little annoyed, and they knew that they would wait for Aini to come back with them when they were in the Forbidden Forest.

But now it's too late to regret it, and while there is still a while before dinner, the three little ones hurriedly ran towards the stone building on the edge of the forbidden forest.

As expected, several people pounced, and by this time Aini had already arrived on the fourth floor of the castle.

In desperation, Harry knocked on Hagrid's door.

"Please come in. How did you guys get back? "Hagrid was a little strange, didn't they just leave?

Harry looked around, Ernie wasn't there, only Hagrid fiddling with his scalp-tinging crossbow in the room.

"Hagrid, hasn't Aini come out of the Forbidden Forest yet?" Harry asked eagerly.

"It's already out, I just saw him go to the castle." Hagrid replied nonchalantly, the left hunched back was a little cracked, and it had to be overhauled tonight.

"Alright, let's go back first." After Harry finished speaking, the three of them ran back to the road they had come from.

"It's dinner, run slower." Looking at the back of the three little ones leaving, the big man shouted helplessly.

It's all this time, who can still take care of eating.

Harry muttered to himself, but decided to go to the Great Hall first, where he might be able to meet Ani.

By the time the three of them arrived at the auditorium, dinner had already begun.

Unfortunately, he didn't get to see Aini, and his seat was empty.

But it's not without good news.

The Potions Professor sat upright in his chair and enjoyed his dinner slowly.

This made Harry breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that Snape had not acted yet, and the Philosopher's Stone was safe for now.

"Ron, you stay and keep an eye on Snape. Hermione, take a good look at Professor McGonagall, and if Ani isn't in his office, she'll have to go to the Dean. With that, Harry didn't have time to eat, so he hurried towards Aini's office.

When he returned again to no avail, Harry suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Snape and Professor McGonagall had finished their meal and left, and it seemed that Ron and Hermione had dutifully followed, not in the Great Hall.

So the question is, where do you go to find them?

As Harry was in distress, two hands were placed on his shoulders.

"Oh, Harry, you look sad."

"When someone needs joy, the Weasley brothers are always there."

"We'll make you laugh."

"If it doesn't work, throw a dung egg at Quirrell."

Without looking back, he also knew who the owner of the two hands was.

"Fred, George, I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood to have fun right now." Harry pushed the hand off his shoulder.

He liked the twins very much, or that no one in Gryffindor didn't like the two brothers, and even Percy, who was always counting them down, cared a little more about them than he did about Ron.

"You need us, Harry."

"Even if you don't need us, you'll need our news."

"Little Ronnie wants me to tell you that he went to the underground corridor."

"Hermione wants to tell you that you can find her on the second floor."

Speaking of this, the two of them blinked their eyes at the same time as they tacitly understood, and all that was revealed in their eyes was to promote narrowness.

"Friendship is down, love is up, let's see how Mr. Potter chooses."

"Okay, okay. Little Ronnie was defeated in front of the girl. ”

As Harry hurried upstairs, the twins sang and sang again.

The sound of laughter from behind made Harry's steps quicker.

"Harry, feel free to let us know if you need help."