Late night hours.

After about half an hour, the professors and the hunting ground guards quickly walked out of the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor, which was divided into restricted areas.

They all looked different, but most of them were worried.

Eventually, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask:

"Albus, are you sure it's really okay?"

"Yes, of course there will be no problem."

Dumbledore's expression was extremely calm, and there was even a witty smile on his old countenance.

"And don't you think it's fun right now?"

"Funny ......"

Dumbledore was choked on what Dumbledore said, and Professor McGonagall, who had always been used to being serious, couldn't hold back.

I have to say that she does feel that the kind of adventure she has been sealing for a long time has been hooked.

Dumbledore's arrangement is quite like the idea that those literary heroes rely on strategy and strength to break through and finally get the treasure buried deep inside.

But the problem is that they shouldn't let people get their hands on what's behind it.

"I still think the defense should be watertight, Albus."

"Don't panic, Minerva, no one cares about it, and no one knows what it is."

Dumbledore replied calmly.

Under the lenses of the half moon, his wise gaze scanned the professors present.

"In fact, there is no such thing in the school, and when the fourth floor is listed as a forbidden area, no students will come here at will, so there are only a handful of people who want to break into this corridor."

The old headmaster's words were extremely calm, but Quirrell only felt more and more despair.

"What's more, we still have some confidentiality measures...... No one knows what our respective means of protection are, do they? ”

This completely blocked all roads under the norm, and Dumbledore's words almost put on the surface that 'anyone near the fourth floor will be listed as the object of suspicion'.

In other words, even if he was a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, he would not be able to rely on his position to get here.

At the same time, he could feel a tingling pain coming from the back of his head.

Quirrell found that he could even clearly feel the unwilling roar from the depths of his master's heart.

Dumbledore!

Albus Dumbledore!

However, even the once invincible Dark Lord, now he didn't dare to expose it in front of everyone, so he could only curl up like this.

This made Quirrell both happy and uneasy.

He was glad that the Dark Lord didn't dare to mess around, but he was worried about his future.

What should I do?

"Quillinus."

Just as his thoughts could spread, Quirrell heard the old but gentle call.

And this moment made his heart rise to his throat.

"Uh...... School Principal? ”

When he came back to his senses, he saw Dumbledore's expression of concern.

Not to mention how it used to be, at least now, this concern makes him feel like he is on pins and needles.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you look tired."

"Maybe it's some sequelae......

Quirrell stumbled.

"I haven't slowed down the things that happened in the forest...... I felt a dull pain in the wound. ”

"Hmph, can our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor tell us about his adventures in the Albanian forests?"

Without waiting for Dumbledore to respond, Snape spoke in a strange tone.

"I think you must have accumulated enough experience to teach and apply in the classroom, don't you?"

"I ...... I. ”

"Alright, Severus, I think Quelinus's illness will get better."

Without waiting for Snape to continue pressing, Dumbledore cleared Quirrell.

"It's not too early, all the professors still have classes tomorrow, so let's go back and rest first...... Hagrid. ”

"Professor?"

"We'll go to your place in a moment and see how the kid you brought back is doing."

"Oh! Good! ”

Hagrid smiled.

"I'm sure you'll love it, it's a very cute puppy who loves to be spoiled!"

In this way, the professors dispersed and returned to their respective residences.

Some people live in the office in the classroom cubicle, and some people even have their own study and living room in the school because they have lived for a long time.

Quirinus Quirrell is the former.

Although he was originally a professor of Muggle studies, he didn't serve as long as McGonagall, and he had his own home to return to during the holidays.

In this case, he usually lives in the office, and now that he has changed positions, of course the residence will have to be changed again.

It's just that Quirrell vaguely feels that there seems to be a deeper reason for this.

Rather than saying that he was suspicious and had to change his home, Quirrell preferred to believe that it was because his master had a special obsession with Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

If you can't ask for it, then you will occupy it when you have the opportunity......

Subconsciously looking around at the empty Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell couldn't help but think.

But before he could spread his thoughts, he heard a nightmarish murmur.

"What are you thinking, Quulinus?"

At the same time, it was accompanied by the shock that he had almost become accustomed to and the pain of being dismantled all over his body.

"I didn't ...... No, my master, I was just thinking about what to do next. ”

When he came to his senses, Quirrell just said deferentially.

"Now you can also see that Dumbledore has laid out a series of levels that only the professors themselves know, and only Dumbledore himself knows all the contents, and now that the fourth floor is listed as a forbidden area, we can't get anywhere at will."

“…… So? ”

After a moment of silence, Quirrell's mind only rang with that hoarse voice.

"My faithful servant, what good plans do you have on your side?"

The voice sounded cloudy, and fell to Quirrell's ears like the whispers of demons and the netherworld.

If he is not happy, he will probably die immediately.

At the thought of this, Quirrell only felt that his heart was about to stop.

"I think...... Something was wrong with these things today, and I even suspect that the stone was probably no longer in Dumbledore's hands. ”

"Huh?"

"I mean, the student who showed up today, McMabe, he appeared at a coincidental time, why did Dumbledore bring him here, and why did he stay with Professor Dumbledore today."

"You think...... Dumbledore may have given him the Philosopher's Stone? ”

Listening to his master's tone become more and more high-pitched, the bad thoughts in Quirrell's heart became stronger.

But in the end, he nodded.

"Yes."

He tried to elaborate on his guess, but the more intense pain caused him to roll on the ground with a headshot.

At the same time, the Dark Lord's hoarse and low rebuke like a snake rang out:

"Stupid!"