Change the world from Hogwarts

Late night period.

About half an hour passed, and the professors and gamekeepers quickly walked out of the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor that was classified as a restricted area.

Their expressions varied, but most of them showed worry.

Finally, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask:

"Albus, are you sure this is really okay?"

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

Dumbledore's expression was extremely calm, and a humorous smile even appeared on his old face.

"Besides, don't you think it's interesting now?"

"interesting……"

Suddenly choked by what Dumbledore said, Professor McGonagall, who had always been serious, could not hold back.

What I have to say is that she does feel that her sense of adventure that has been sealed for a long time has been aroused.

Dumbledore's arrangement is quite similar to those literary heroes who rely on strategy and strength to break through and finally obtain the treasure buried deep inside.

But the problem is that they shouldn't let people get the things behind them.

"I still think defenses should be watertight, Albus."

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

Dumbledore responded calmly.

Under the half-moon lenses, his wise eyes scanned the professors present.

"In fact, there is no such news in the school at all, and after the fourth floor was classified as a restricted area, no students would come here at will, so there are actually only a handful of people who want to break into this corridor."

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

"What's more, we have taken some confidentiality measures... No one knows what our respective protection methods are, right?"

This completely blocked all roads under normal circumstances. Dumbledore's words barely stated that "anyone approaching the fourth floor will be classified as a suspect".

In other words, even if he is a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he cannot come here just by virtue of his position.

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

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

Dumbledore!

Albus Dumbledore!

However, even the once arrogant Dark Lord, now he does not dare to be exposed in public and can 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 we do?

"Quilinas."

Just before his thoughts spread subconsciously, Quirrell heard the old but gentle call.

And this moment made his heart rise to his throat.

"Uh... principal of the school?"

After coming back to his senses, he saw Dumbledore's concerned expression.

Not to mention how it was before, at least now, this concern made him feel on pins and needles.

"What's wrong?"

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

"Maybe there are some sequelae..."

Quirrell said stumblingly.

"I still haven't recovered from the things I encountered in the forest... I feel like the wounds are still aching."

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

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

"I think you must have accumulated a lot of experience that is enough to teach and apply in the classroom, right?"

"me."

"Well, Severus, I think Quilinas will get better."

Before Snape could continue to exert pressure, Dumbledore came to Quirrell's rescue.

"It's getting late. All the professors have classes tomorrow. It's best to go back and rest first... Hagrid."

"professor?"

"We will go to your place later to see how the child you brought back is doing."

"Oh! Okay!"

Hagrid smiled broadly.

"I believe you will like it. It is a very cute puppy that likes to act coquettishly!"

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

Some people live in offices in classroom partitions, and some even have their own study rooms and living rooms in the school because they live there for a long time.

Quilinus Quirrell is the former.

Although he was originally a professor of Muggle Studies, he did not 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. Now that he has changed his position, of course he has to change his residence.

However, Quirrell vaguely felt that there seemed to be a deeper reason for this.

Rather than saying that he is seriously ill and must find a new residence, Quirrell is more willing to believe that his master has a special obsession with Defense Against the Dark Arts.

If you ask for something, you will get it, and then you will occupy this place when you have the opportunity...

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

But before his thoughts spread, he heard that nightmare-like whisper.

"Quilinas, what are you thinking about?"

At the same time, it was accompanied by the shock and pain that he was almost used to, with his whole body being dismantled.

"No...no, my master, I'm just thinking about what to do next."

After coming back to his senses, Quirrell just said submissively.

"Now you have also seen that Dumbledore has openly and honestly arranged a series of levels that only the professors themselves know, and only Dumbledore himself knows all the contents. Now that the fourth floor is classified as a restricted area,

We can't get close to it at will."

"……so what?"

After a moment of silence, the hoarse voice only sounded in Quirrell's mind.

"My loyal servant, what good plans do you have here?"

The voice sounded uncertain, falling to Quirrell's ears like the whispers of demons and ghosts.

If you make him unhappy, you may die immediately.

When he thought of this, Quirrell felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.

"I feel... there is something wrong with today's things. I even suspect that the stone may no longer be in Dumbledore's hands."

"Um?"

"I mean, the student who appeared today, McMahon, the timing of his appearance was too coincidental. Why did Dumbledore bring him here? Why did he stay with Professor Dumbledore again today?"

"Do you think... Dumbledore might have given him the Philosopher's Stone?"

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

But in the end, he nodded.

"Yes."

He wanted to explain his speculation, but the more intense pain made him roll on the ground with his head shot.

At the same time, the Dark Lord's hoarse and low voice like a snake sounded:

"madness!"