waved his hand with his back to the two, the two brothers looked out of tune, and they were quite reliable when they had something.

On the second floor, Hermione was slowly moving down the hallway.

For a whole school year, the Transfiguration of the first-year wizard was taught by Aini, so Hermione and Professor McGonagall didn't have much to do with each other, and I don't know if she would be called "McGrid" by her classmates in the future.

Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps behind her, the little witch's shoulders shook sharply, and she turned her head as if frightened, and was visibly relieved to find out that it was Harry.

"Professor McGonagall went back to the office after dinner, I thought I'd run into you on the way." Hermione looked nervous, and staring at Professor McGonagall always made her feel like she had a ghost in her heart.

"I went to the fourth floor to take a look, Lu Wei is quite energetic, and the Philosopher's Stone should still be there." Harry didn't know how to run to the fourth floor, and seemed to have a feeling that he would meet Aini there.

"Oh my God, you opened the door? That's a lot of guts. Remembering that time she broke into the three-headed dog's territory, Hermione was still a little scared.

"Actually, it's nothing, just a glance outside the door. By the time Lou Wei reacted, I had closed the door. Harry didn't know why, he was so bold today.

"That's pretty good, I don't dare do that." Hermione patted her chest as if she were the one who did it, and then asked, "Are we going to Professor McGonagall?" ”

"Of course, I can't think of any other way now. If you don't do anything, the Philosopher's Stone will be gone when you wake up tomorrow. "To be honest, Harry was a little intimidated by Professor McGonagall, and like Snape, no matter how naughty a student was around her, he would be honest.

"Okay, let's go together. Professor McGonagall entered the office and did not come out again. Hermione led Harry to the Transfiguration Director's office.

Outside Professor McGonagall's office, Hermione politely knocked on the door, and moments later a well-dressed and serious-looking witch appeared before them.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, is there anything you want me to do?" Professor McGonagall was puzzled, she couldn't figure out why the two were here.

"McT, Professor McGonagall, can you take us to Headmaster Dumbledore? We have something very important to tell him. ”

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and Hermione scrutinically, a little disapproving. Some children will take such and such trivial things as extremely important, but in fact, who cares but themselves?

Hopefully they weren't two of them, but even if things were really important, she wouldn't be able to take them to Dumbledore.

Thinking of the bad headmaster who had escaped in the morning, McGonagall felt a little angry in her heart, and the letters from those parents gave her a headache.

Dumbledore was so good that he didn't even slap his ass and walked away.

This alone didn't annoy her so much, and most importantly, it wasn't the first time Dumbledore had done so.

Whether it's the Ministry of Magic's troubles or dealing with the difficult school board, the first person to be skilled in troublesome things is always the well-known and unqualified headmaster who should and is most qualified to deal with these things.

Professor McGonagall hates dealing with these troubles, fearing that too many things will premature her age.

As for what age she was born in 1935......

Cut, wizards are divided into ages differently than Muggles, okay!

In short, our cat queen will not admit that she has stepped into the ranks of the elderly.

Absolutely not!

Never!

"Ahem." Suddenly remembering that there were two students standing in front of him, the professor coughed a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore went out early in the morning, and I can't contact him now." ”

Hearing this, Harry's foreboding grew stronger and stronger, and even Professor Dumbledore had left, which was a good opportunity to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape, or someone else, would never let go of such a good opportunity.

Not caring what Professor McGonagall's reaction would be, Harry now wanted to grab every straw that would hold the Philosopher's Stone.

After saying his speculation, looking at the more grim face of his dean, Harry knew that his lips and tongues did not have the desired effect.

"Mr. Potter." McGonagall looked at the boys in front of her with some displeasure, she preferred those who were well-behaved, although there were not many such people in her own house.

To be able to know the existence of the Philosopher's Stone was clearly a violation of the ban Dumbledore had enacted when he had started school.

Moreover, in the statement just now, it was all his side, without any factual basis, and it was completely the man's own imagination.

She was a little angry when she heard that Harry had fainted under Snape's poisonous tongue, and that it was a bit too much to treat a child like that.

But McGonagall didn't think this was a reason to discredit a professor, she knew that Dumbledore trusted Snape and that the Potions professor had a deep relationship with Harry's mother.

At the time of Lily's death, Snape looked like a piece of walking dead, and Professor McGonagall hadn't seen a second expression on Snape's face during the years when he first became Head of Slytherin.

She didn't believe Snape would steal the Philosopher's Stone, nor did she believe that he would plot to harm a young wizard at school.

"Mr. Potter, if you can't give up making inappropriate statements, then it's worth sobering up in lockdown. Perhaps a quiet space for reflection reminds you of how to respect a person who imparts knowledge. ”

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall. I don't think Harry meant it, thank you for your enlightenment, and I'll persuade him when I go back. Seeing that Harry was still about to argue, Hermione quickly took over the topic, dealt with a few words, and then hurriedly fled.

"Hermione, what are you doing. Things weren't what she thought they were at all. Harry tried to break Hermione's arm, but it was difficult for him, who was thinner than his peers, to do so after the little witch got serious.

Miss Jack-of-all-trades was already 10 months older than him, and girls were developing faster than boys at this age, and Harry couldn't match Hermione at this time in terms of strength and size.

Hermione stopped until she reached the stairs, leaning on the railing and gasping for breath, even though she had maintained a moderate amount of exercise under her father's admonition, it was too hard to pull a person to run fast, especially if that person was not cooperative.

Harry was in a better condition, not as gasping as Hermione, I don't know if it was because of the strenuous exercise, or if he was pulled around by a little witch and couldn't break free, his little face was so blushing.

"Harry, if you continued to confront Professor McGonagall just now, she would have locked you up tonight, and nothing could be done." After a moment's pause, the little witch leaned against the railing and explained to her friend.

"It's not a contradiction, that's a fact."

Harry muttered quietly, but didn't dwell on the issue.

He knew Hermione was right, and if she hadn't dragged her away, the end would have been even worse.