Professor McGonagall didn't bother to continue to blame Harry.

Step past the troll corpse and head to the bathroom.

At the end, Hermione lay motionless on the ground.

Professor McGonagall choked up and quickened her pace, her voice trembling with her body, "Miss Granger, Miss Granger?" ”

"Professor, I'm here." Hermione spoke, not so weak.

This made Professor McGonagall breathe a sigh of relief, "How are you feeling now?" ”

"I feel okay, but my head and chest hurt a little, and Harry won't let me move." Hermione said dryly.

Professor McGonagall was relieved, "Alright, I'll take you to the school doctor's office now." ”

"If there's anything uncomfortable, be sure to talk to me."

With a flick of her wand, Hermione floated, manipulated, and cautiously flew out the door.

"Mr. Potter." Walking out of the bathroom, Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape and said in a hurried tone, "Because of your recklessness, Gryffindor deducted ten." ”

Hermione's nose was so sour that she almost cried again.

"But it's beautiful." Professor McGonagall shifted her words, "Very good Transfiguration, and no young wizard has ever been able to do this in the first year. ”

"For your courage, determination, and ability, Gryffindor adds twenty points."

Snape's face changed, his brows furrowed, and his tone was cold: "Professor McGonagall, isn't this too indulgent?" ”

"It's only going to make Potter more unscrupulous!"

"I think it's best to arrange another period of confinement for Mr. Porter, and let me ...... myself."

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Professor McGonagall politely declined, "But Mr. Potter is a student of my house, and I'll take care of it." ”

"Get a good night's rest, and see you in the office tomorrow, Mr. Potter."

She hurried away with Hermione.

"Next time, be clear-headed." Snape walked up to Harry, his head covered in blood, which made him feel that Harry was a lot more pleasing to the eye, "Reckless, it's a good life for you to survive." ”

"You're not much better than that troll."

"Maybe you'd be like Miss Granger and have your hand or arm broken by a troll......"

Harry interjected, meeting Snape's gaze, "Better have my face torn and my eyeballs buttoned off." ”

Snape's eyes became dangerous, and the viper stared at Harry as he stared at its prey.

"Maybe I should be tougher and have Professor McGonagall hand you over to me." Snape's voice became softer, but his tone was more dangerous.

Harry walked over to the troll's corpse, "Professor Snape, what parts of the troll's body can be made into potions?" ”

Snape was stunned and looked at the little back crouched on the ground.

Seeing that Snape didn't answer, Harry looked back in confusion: "Professor? ”

Facing the amber cat pupils, he pulled his thoughts back and pursed his lips in disgust: "Beard, trolls are a creature that only has a beard and is somewhat useful. ”

"Oh, the beard." Harry snorted with a complicated expression.

Is something so big that it's just a little bit useful?

He picked up his sword, cut off the troll's head, and by the way, skillfully disemboweled, ready to skin it.

The bloody scene, Ron's face turned pale, and Snape was a little puzzled: "Mr. Potter, what are you doing here?" ”

"Your brain is finally not clear, and you start venting on the trolls?"

He said, glancing at Quirrell, "What you should do now is to get back early." ”

Harry replied, "Its skin is tough, and it has a good spell blocking effect, maybe it can be made into a set of leather armor, I talked to Professor Flitwick and asked him to help me contact the master blacksmith, although I haven't replied yet, but it doesn't hurt to prepare the materials in advance." ”

"Tsk." Rarely, Snape didn't taunt Harry about this, glanced at Quirrell, and laughed from a different angle: "I didn't expect you to be so skilled in anatomy." ”

"I've already figured out what I'm going to do when I'm caught and want to lock you up."

Harry looked at the troll's stinking entrails, and asked again, "Professor, are the other materials really useless?" ”

"Aren't the ears good?" Snape snorted, "Or did you have a close encounter with a troll, and your head was reduced to the same level as a troll, and you couldn't understand human speech?" ”

"It doesn't work, maybe you can eat it, taste the smelly smell, and see if you can vomit your last dinner."

Harry lifted his head, stood up, and turned to look at Quirrell who was still sobbing on the side, "Professor Quirrell. ”

Quirrell's body trembled slightly.

"We're leaving, I think you'd better check out your classroom." Harry waved at Professor Quirrell.

Quirrell shuddered and opened his mouth.

Ron also stopped talking, he didn't want to be in the same space as Snape now, he was so scared that he was shaking a little.

They walked out of the first-floor corridor and into the hall.

"Alright, Potter, I'm not your babysitter." Snape immediately stopped, "Remember to bring your mind with you before you do anything." ”

"Thank you, Professor Snape, and let me ask you one more question." Harry held on to him.

Snape lowered his raised foot, raised an eyebrow, and did not speak.

"What's the password for Headmaster Dumbledore's office?" Harry asked.

Snape frowned and snorted, "Cockroach pile, you should be able to guess, what else can he use as a password?" ”

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left in a hurry.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I forgot what you told......" Ron began, his voice getting quieter and quieter, and as soon as he turned around, he bared his teeth and claws to argue for himself, "but I found something big, something big. ”

Harry couldn't help but say, shoving the troll's head and the sorting hat to Ron, "I'll talk about it when I get back, I'll have to go to Headmaster Dumbledore now." ”

Ron opened his mouth, clutching the two dirty things, overwhelmed.

"When I go back, help me wash my hat, and it will be your compensation for me." Harry waved his hand, "And the head, you find a clean place to put it and wait for me to come back and deal with it." ”

The Sorting Hat muttered, "Come back soon, I'll have something to say when you get back." ”

Harry raised his hand and rubbed his temples and nodded.

It's a holiday.

How does it feel... But it got busier.

He ran to Dumbledore's office on the third floor, read the order, and followed the stairs up to the eighth floor.

"Harry." Dumbledore was a little surprised when he saw him, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Got into a fight with a troll." Harry waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, you should have found something." ”

Dumbledore waved his wand to clean up and dispose of the blood on Harry's body: "What did you say? ”

"Quirrell, I mean Quirrell." Harry accentuated.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me, you didn't even know the trolls were put in by Quirrell." ”

"I'm curious, how do you know." Dumbledore beckoned Harry to sit down, waved his wand again, and poured him a glass of milk.

Harry picked up the milk and took a sip, "It's so clumsy to be scared by the trolls, and you can run all the way from the underground classroom to the hall, and then faint after you've finished talking to you." ”

"And there's no way he doesn't even have the skills to subdue trolls."

"He feels dangerous to me, more dangerous than all the other professors, just a little worse than you."

In Harry's senses, the most dangerous person at Hogwarts was Dumbledore, followed by Quirrell, and then Flitwick and McGonagall and Snape, all three of them were about the same, followed by Sprout, who was a little bit closer.

Dumbledore chuckled, "It's an honor to be complimented so much by a young man. ”

Harry frowned.

"Well, I did find something." Dumbledore hesitated, looked at Harry, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, and after a long moment, he continued, "I suspect Quirrell may have become Voldemort's minion. ”

"A dangerous person like this, you should get him out of the castle." Harry was unceremonious, "And isn't Voldemort already dead?" ”

"I've always suspected that he's not dead." Dumbledore pushed his glasses, "A powerful wizard, especially a dark wizard, has many ways to resist death. ”

"As for... Quirrell. ”

"I'm afraid I can't kick him out."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore explained, "Quirrell used to be a good boy, a very good Ravenclaw, and a very good professor of Muggle studies, but he changed when school started this year. ”

"I thought his temperament had just changed because of something, and it wasn't until today that I was sure that he was going for the Philosopher's Stone, and I began to wonder if he was controlled by Voldemort."

"I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and I can't give up on my dear student, even if he's graduated."

Harry drank the milk and gently lowered the cup, "So, Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort?" ”

Dumbledore was stunned: "Why do you think that?" ”

Harry ruffled his hair and pointed to his scar, "This, the symbol of the savior, the scar of the hero. ”

"In a symbolic sense, it's my connection with Lord Voldemort."

"The only one who can make it react is him."

"Aha, I should have thought of it, but I always thought he was dead."

Dumbledore picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked, "Then why can't it be Voldemort's curse on Quirrell that makes your scars react?" ”

"Only once." Harry frowned, "If it's a curse, I've had many contacts with Professor Quirrell, so there should have been many times, but after the night of school, there was no response. ”

"That day ......"

"I guess Voldemort is borrowing Quirrell's eyes to peep at me."

At this, Harry stood up with a blank face and nodded, "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Dumbledore, it seems that I will have to stay away from Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the future." ”

Dumbledore called him out, "Wait, Harry, don't you want to do something?" ”

Harry turned his head and looked at him, expressionless, "What do I need to do?" ”

"That's Voldemort." Dumbledore lowered his voice.

Harry scoffed, "You know it's Voldemort, Headmaster Dumbledore, they all think I'm the savior, I'm the one who defeated Voldemort." ”

"But you know, he's not dead."

"You know, I don't have any special ability to save the world."

"What makes you think that I, a mere first-year wizard, should have any thoughts about Voldemort."

"You're the Headmaster, my dear Mr. Dumbledore."

"Need me to call Professor Snape? He has a good way of scolding, and he may be able to cure your brain. ”