"Don't!"

Just when Myrtle had already choked Harry's neck, leaving Harry pale from oxygen deprivation, Myrtle's mind, the soul that had been suppressed by her suddenly woke up and began to snatch control of her body.

After re-suppressing Hermione's soul, Myrtle glanced at Harry on the hospital bed, cursed in a low voice, and turned and walked out of Harry's hospital room.

When she seized Hermione's body, she didn't kill Hermione's soul because of a hint of soft-heartedness, but just closed it in the depths of her mind.

I thought that Hermione's soul would sleep forever, but when she was about to kill Harry, Hermione actually woke up and began to fight for control of her body.

Luckily, Myrtle wasn't just any ghost, she had been given power by the Lord, and with that power that could interfere with her soul, she once again easily pushed Hermione's soul into the depths of her mind.

I thought that Hermione would continue to sleep this time, but for some reason her soul suddenly became stronger.

Although Hermione's soul is imprisoned in the depths of her mind, she can resist the interference of Myrtle's black power and feel the outside world firsthand.

"Get out of my body! Do you think you will occupy my body and not be discovered by the Professor and Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Deep in her mind, in the cage of nothingness, Hermione yelled at the black sun in front of her.

"Shut up! You've made a noise to me! Damn, why aren't you unconscious!"

Myrtle shouted angrily, and the black sun released a surging black aura towards Hermione......

"Damn! What the hell is going on with you?"

Myrtle, who was lying on the hospital bed, sensed that the black aura had failed to damage Hermione's soul, and instantly became angry.

Listening to Hermione's noisy voice in her head, Myrtle was about to go crazy with her annoyance.

She was originally a Ravenclaw third-year student, and if it weren't for the strength of the adult, she would still be a crying myrtle in the bathroom.

At this time, in the face of Hermione's noise, she had no choice but to endure Hermione's devastation while thinking about what she was going to do tomorrow.

......

In the dimly lit and cold Slytherin common room, a thin figure sat on a couch in front of the fireplace in the dim green light.

Arthur closed the diary in his hand, and suddenly became a whole body weak, listless, and collapsed.

"Isn't it just activating her writing skills to help Hermione recover sooner... Why did you consume so much physical strength..."

After a long rest, Arthur finally relented, and he looked at the fire in the fireplace suspiciously.

Because his owl Doom had turned Hermione's owl Aisha bald, Arthur felt a little unhappy.

Thinking that Hermione was still recuperating in the school hospital due to illness at this time, he thought of using his ability to let Hermione recover and return to class as soon as possible.

"Maybe it's a very serious illness, forget it... I've done what I've got to do anyway... It's not too late, it's time to rest."

Arthur sighed softly, tucked the journal on the low table into his arms, and walked towards the dormitory.

He didn't know that his good intentions were struck, and at the critical moment, Hermione's soul could resist Myrtle's power, so that she completely woke up and stopped Myrtle from killing Harry.

If it weren't for Arthur, Harry, the hapless child, would have died at the hands of Myrtle when he managed to suppress the power of the monsters scattered into the Horcrux by Voldemort.

......

The next day, Charms class. Arthur looked at a happy Draco and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you today?" Do you have any bad ideas in mind?"

"Nope! No! I just met something nice this morning!"

Seeing that Arthur suspected that he was trying to play a prank, Draco quickly shook his head, and then explained in a low voice while the professor was concentrating on explaining the whole body binding spell.

"Something happy, let's be happy too."

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Pansy, who was beside Arthur, heard this, leaned over and leaned on Arthur purposefully, and asked Draco.

"That abominable Harry, who suddenly fell ill last night. Didn't wake up until this morning. That's what I heard from that Gryffindor."

Draco recalls how happy he was when he took Goyle and Crabbe to block Neville in the bathroom in the morning, and heard Neville say that Harry was sick.

Thinking about the days when many young wizards were sick because of the sudden change in temperature, while Draco himself was healthy, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It's good that I exercise with you every day Arthur, otherwise I would have caught a cold and ended up in the hospital."

"That's it, cut. I thought what was the matter?"

Pansy pursed her lips slightly with disdain when she heard that Draco was happy that Harry was sick.

"Alright, let's listen to the class." Arthur gave a slight push of his arm, allowing Pansy, who was leaning on his shoulder, to sit upright.

Looking at Professor Felivi on the podium, he suddenly thought of something and spoke again.

"There's been something wrong with the atmosphere in the castle lately, so be careful, you two. Try not to go alone where no one is around."

Since the death of the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Gilderoy Lockhart, a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has arrived in less than a week;

This made Arthur suspect that Professor Lilith might also be a Death Eater, and that she had come to Hogwarts for the Philosopher's Stone.

Especially when he encountered Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest that night, Quirrell personally admitted that there was still an internal response in Hogwarts Castle, which made Arthur have to be more convinced of the speculation in his heart.

Hermione and Harry suddenly fell ill, and neither of them was an ordinary illness, it was like a sign that the inner ghost was about to act.

"Yes!" Pansy and Draco nodded earnestly, following Arthur's advice.

However, the two have different inner thoughts, and Pansy thinks that listening to Arthur is absolutely right because she likes Arthur.

Draco's mind had already begun to brainstorm whether there was a deeper meaning in Arthur's words.

......

"What? Didn't you say you didn't need my potions level? Why did you suddenly ask me to remake it?"

In the brightly lit headmaster's office, Snape asked with a blank face after listening to Headmaster Dumbledore's request.

"Severus, there's no way Voldemort could have given up the Philosopher's Stone. Instead of thinking about safer protections, we should do the opposite..."

Headmaster Dumbledore was not annoyed by Snape's rude behavior, he touched his beard and said calmly.

"Hee-hee, I think Headmaster Dumbledore has a good idea. Mr. Pendragon has already made it known to the world that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the magic mirror behind the levels, and the mysterious man knows it.

With his suspicious nature, he would never have expected that the great Dumbledore would continue to use the Philosopher's Stone in the level that had already been exposed."

Lilith, who was standing next to Snape, covered her red lips with her hand and smiled. Then she asked.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you want me to prepare another troll, or do you want me to play freely?"