Everyday Players at Hogwarts

In the principal's office on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall's eyes widened and she couldn't help but take a deep breath.

She couldn't believe that in Hogwarts, the safest place in her eyes, where children went to school, Dumbledore actually let Voldemort in.

As Dumbledore's fan girl, she firmly believes that Dumbledore possesses magic power that even the mysterious man doesn't understand. The only difference between him and the mysterious man is that he is too noble and unwilling to use it.

She didn't believe that Voldemort could break into Hogwarts and Dumbledore couldn't stop it or said he didn't know.

Professor Sprout on the side patted Professor McGonagall's back comfortingly. Professor Flitwick finally fell off the chair - but it was okay - the short man was not afraid of falling due to gravity. As for Professor Snape acted like I know everything and this professor doesn't want to talk.

"So - oh, what a clever alchemical method to deceive the eyes of the mysterious man and all of us here."

"But why don't you use your brilliant methods to prevent Voldemort from entering Hogwarts!" Professor McGonagall said, half annoyed and half complimentary.

She was so angry that she even forgot to avoid calling the mysterious man a name later.

"I think Professor Quirrell will not be killed!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed.

As the dean of Ravenclaw and a professor from his own family, he has always paid attention to it. Being sensitive by nature, he noticed what happened to Quirrell.

"Yes." Dumbledore said sadly.

At this time, Professor McGonagall no longer cared about being angry, "Is it Voldemort! Dumbledore! Why did you let -"

Professor McGonagall was breathless, and for the first time she looked at Dumbledore with a disappointed look.

"Don't tell me that this kid Quirrell played a disgraceful role in Voldemort's entry into Hogwarts." Professor Flitwick said while suppressing sadness.

"You see, Dumbledore?" Phineas Nigellus said slyly, "That's why I hate being a teacher, young people always think they are absolutely right about everything. Poor conceited little guys, Have you ever thought that the headmaster of Hogwarts might have a good reason for not telling you every detail of his plan? When you felt aggrieved, you never thought about obeying Dumbledore's orders. Has it harmed you? No, no! You, like all young people, think that you are the only one who has feelings and thoughts, and you are the only one who can see the danger, and you can see the Dark Lord's conspiracy..."

"That's enough, Phineas," said Dumbledore.

"I have one last thing to say, so you won't use your poor little heads to think about it and look at it more."

"Have you not noticed that our Head of Slytherin House doesn't seem to know everything?" Phineas Nigellus said.

Then he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

"I think I finally figured out that Phineas would be the least popular Headmaster."

"But at this point, I think our Professor Snape should be very knowledgeable." Dumbledore joked. He had to warm up the atmosphere. There are many more surprising things that need to be known to the professors.

Professor McGonagall was a little better, although she was not used to being called a student after such a long time.

But Phineas's words made her suddenly think that Dumbledore was also an old man, and Quirrell's death and Voldemort's intrusion were probably the lowest losses among all his plans.

Snape showed an ugly expression and kept staring at Dumbledore's old face, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes.

Flitwick and Sprout were silent as they waited for Dumbledore's explanation.

"I may have to start talking about this from last summer vacation."

"At that time, my friend Nick Flamel told me that someone was targeting him, although he was not afraid of this and was quite knowledgeable about it... He was ready to die with his lover... In ancient times After the Linge... Fortunately, I asked Hagrid to take it back in advance... You should all know this. The only thing you don't know is that the thief is Voldemort himself." Dumbledore woke up.

"Next, I'll tell you something you don't know...Professor Quirrell has been acting abnormally in front of me, trying to attract my attention...but I can't save him, only he can." Dumbledore Lido sighed.

"How is that possible? I mean, even you can't do it?" Mag showed a surprised expression.

"Voldemort himself was on the back of his head. Maybe he regretted it later, but he did voluntarily let go of his body and mind to allow Voldemort to move in."

"No one can help him in this regard. He has to put down those unrealistic ideas and ambitions and exclude Voldemort from entering his body."

"...I have a glimmer of hope for Quirrell, I hope he can wake up...After he was knocked down twice by Harry, I deliberately prepared to get close to him - that was the closest chance he had to getting rid of Voldemort."

"But you all know the result... Under the control of Voldemort, he released the troll at the Halloween dinner to attract other people's attention. Later, he was even further manipulated, so that an innocent unicorn lost his life. "

"This is something I didn't expect."

"I didn't think he would collapse so quickly."

"Voldemort and I both know very well. He understands that I have discovered him, and he also understands that I took action because of Quirrell's life." Dumbledore sighed again.

"You have done a good enough job. No student was harmed in this." Mag's eyes were slightly red.

"This kid, Quirrell, suffers from a common Ravenclaw problem. The younger a genius is, the more likely he is to have Slytherin-like ambitions." Professor Flitwick stood on the chair again.

"Yes, yes." Professor Sprout sighed.

Snape pursed his lips, but was speechless.

"Oh, no students? Then why did Mr. Potter and his friends face Voldemort twice."

"Not in the classroom, in the Forbidden Forest and the forbidden area on the fourth floor." Snape chose to shoot Dumbledore.

"Forbidden Forest?"

"Dumbledore, why did you come to me that night!" Sprout, who was next to him, was about to lose control of his expression, and continued: "Why did Potter and the others come to me because of a trivial matter? Arranged in the Forbidden Forest."

"Could it be that it's because of you that they went to the Astronomy Tower so late?" Professor McGonagall took out her wand. Sprout on the side quickly understood the cause and effect, and showed a disappointed expression along with Flitwick.

"Minerva, calm down and listen to me." Before Snape could finish his words and Professor McGonagall could not speak, Dumbledore comforted the most flammable and explosive Professor McGonagall. action.

After all, Snape rarely had anything nice to say when he opened his mouth.

Sure enough, under Dumbledore's advance judgment, Professor McGonagall put her wand back in her pocket and chose to listen to Dumbledore's explanation first.