The next morning, Harry got up early, washed up casually, and then changed into light clothes and prepared to go out for his morning homework.

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Outside the door, the corridor of the Slytherin's bedroom, as dark as ever, a few floating candlesticks swayed towards him.

"Is that why?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind Harry.

Harry turned his head, not knowing when Draco was already sitting on the bed, his eyes fixed on him.

"Why?" Harry wondered as his voice came from here, echoing through the empty hallways.

"You're so... The reason why they can win against them. ”

Draco didn't want to admit that Harry was strong in his opinion, and instead switched to a different story.

"Is it really useful to wake up so early every day?" Draco had longing in his eyes.

To his disappointment, Harry shook his head and denied, "No! ”

Catching Draco's gaze, Harry said slowly, "Whether it's waking up early or exercising in the morning, it's just the [goal] I set for myself.

When I achieve my goal every morning, I tell myself, 'You've done something so hard to get out of bed, you guy, I don't know if there's anything you can't do today!' ’”

Draco pondered, then shook his head dryly, "I don't understand. ”

Harry smiled and explained, "I don't know how to describe it, I was just asked by Uncle Muen to run to school every day. It wasn't until one day a month later that I suddenly understood.

Maybe some things have to be done to understand after all, aren't they? ”

Draco knew Uncle Munn, and Harry preferred to use that name, so there was no need to hide it when talking to him.

Then he was to depart.

"Wait a minute!" Draco said.

Harry's hand rested on the door and looked at him suspiciously, "What else is the matter?" ”

"I'll go too!" Draco said, "I slept early enough yesterday anyway, and I'm bored now." ”

He had indeed rested early yesterday, and had racked his brains to find an argument to refute Harry after he had disparaged the pure-blood theory in front of him.

However, in the end, he just collapsed on the bed in a daze and fell asleep early.

That's why he got up early today.

Harry glanced at the time, then nodded, "Whatever you want." ”

Hearing this, Draco hurriedly dressed and put on his shoes, and hurriedly followed him out of the common room.

As for Crabbe and Goyle... Draco sincerely wished them a smooth snoring.

It wasn't until he walked out of the lounge that Draco realized what the morning was like before seven o'clock, and for the first time, he felt how empty the lounge, the corridors, and the castle were.

Here, the sound of footsteps and breathing9 that you don't care about is constantly reverberating, and sometimes you can even meet ghosts passing through the walls in the dark corridors, and the flickering candle flame is always on and off.

It makes people's hearts hairy.

He tightened his clothes and looked at Harry, who was walking in front. All the way to the outside of the castle. Then he watched Harry do a simple warm-up exercise and start running.

That's it? That's it?

Who can't do that!

I'll come too.

Thinking about it, he followed and ran, two laps... Four laps... His face gradually turned red, and the pumping of his chest and heart gradually seemed to explode.

After five laps, he held his knees with both hands, and his whole body was hunched over, and he didn't even have the strength to stand firmly.

"I don't think you usually exercise much, so if you can't do it, go and rest." Behind him, Harry's voice rang out.

He circled Draco again.

"You... You are in... Mocking me?! Draco gasped and growled unpleasantly.

Harry slowed down, turned his head and let out a sigh of relief, "Not at all.

Uncle Muen told me that being so tired that I can't straighten up is the proof of climbing, and I respect every climber. ”

The sun was just showing the top of the mountain, and Draco looked up just in time to see the golden sunlight fall on Harry's face.

He couldn't read Harry's expression clearly, but he seemed to sense a sincerity in Harry's tone.

A sincerity that I had never felt before.

With that, Harry adjusted his breathing back to his state, quickly distancing himself from Draco.

Looking at Harry's back, Draco gritted his teeth and hammered hard into his thigh.

"Pote, you wait! Waiting for the day when I overtake you!! ”

As he spoke, the whole person ran wildly.

Subsequently... Cramps.

Mu En walked all the way over, looking at Draco who was lying on the grass with a twitching face, and was a little curious: "What's wrong with him?" ”

"Leg cramps." Harry was a little embarrassed, he had used a spell on Draco to restore his cramped legs, but this guy was a little too painful to bear, and he was lying on the ground, looking like he was going to die.

"Okay." Munn shrugged, then said goodbye to Harry and headed for the castle.

As soon as he stepped into the corridors of the castle, he noticed a figure.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell." Mu En said hello.

"Joan... Good morning, Mr. Jones. Quirrell stumbled in a greeting.

"What are you looking at?" Muen asked, and when he arrived, he noticed Quirrell's eyes focused on the two children outside.

Quirrell shook his head repeatedly, "No, no... It's nothing. Right... By the way, Mr. Jones and ha... Did Harry Potter know each other? ”

"I guess I know each other." Mu En nodded: "Okay, I'm going to the office, I'll talk again when I have time." ”

"Okay, again... Good bye! Quirrell waved at him.

Mu En crossed Quirrell, feeling a little puzzled, suddenly, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart.

He jerked his head back, only to find Quirrell still standing in the corridor, looking at the two children outside the castle.

Mu En's figure remained unchanged, he raised his hand slightly, and his fingertips were condensed with pitch black, constantly flashing black lightning.

Quirrell, however, remained as usual, with his back to him.

Muen stared at Quirrell's back until the warm sunlight fell on his fingertips, then withdrew the condensed spell before turning away.

What is Dumbledore's office password called? Chocolate frog? I don't know if it's changed...

Long after he was gone, Quirrell's body, which had been standing easily, softened, and his back was already soaked in cold sweat, and he gasped for breath, even more so than Draco.

"Idiot!" An angry roar erupted in his head.

"I'm sorry, master." Quirrell quickly apologized in his mind, knowing that his master could hear what was in his heart.

The voice in his head was still full of anger, and he roared, "That guy, it's definitely not simple! He may be the man Dumbledore found to protect the Philosopher's Stone, and he is already suspicious of you. He roared, "From today onwards, don't worry about that kid anymore, the important thing is the Philosopher's Stone." ”

"It's... Yes, master! ”

Quirrell said quickly, then turned to leave.

"Chocolate Frog!"

Mu En stood at the door of the dripping mouth stone beast on the third floor and said. However, it is a pity that the dripping mouth stone beast is completely unmoved.

It seems that Dumbledore has changed his password.

Looking at the children who came and went early to get up, he was a little embarrassed, and it was not easy to do some drastic actions.

As for teleportation, that's even more rude.

After thinking about it, he had no choice but to put a phantom spell on himself.

8th floor of the castle, rector's office. Dumbledore was enjoying his breakfast when he heard the sound of glass being knocked on the window.

He habitually raised his hand and opened the window, and it was usually an owl who came here every morning.

It can even be said that he has to meet a lot of owls every day. Wizengamot, Merlin Knights, Ministry of Magic, School Council. There are also letters from various graduates, newspapers, magic magazines...

Sometimes, there are also some personal letters.

It's just that today, it's a little different.

Less than two seconds after opening the window, he noticed the anomaly. Later, a cat head was seen to revoke the illusion spell at the window.

"I try to make my presence less presumptuous." Mu En said: "After all, I knocked on the door, no, I knocked on the window!" ”