Everyday Players at Hogwarts

At this moment, the atmosphere in the principal's office on the eighth floor was extremely tense.

Even though all the professors understood and believed in Dumbledore, letting the underage wizards face Voldemort directly had already touched their bottom line.

As for the fact that Voldemort was behind Quirrell's head, he was also there during class, but they ignored it.

After all, since Dumbledore let Voldemort and Quirrell be teachers together, there must be some dangers to avoid this aspect.

What's more, when the wizards entered school, the road they walked represented that they signed a contract with Hogwarts.

With the power of the contract, the safety in the classroom and the castle, other professors were not very worried.

To be honest, even when the troll broke into Hogwarts, they didn't worry that the troll would kill the wizards. The worst result was just a few broken ribs.

This is why McGonagall's first reaction at the time was to cause trouble for Harry and the others. There was some worry, but not much.

But the forbidden forest and the restricted area on the fourth floor are places that all professors and Hogwarts can't touch with their contract power.

So, they all stared at Dumbledore, waiting for his explanation.

"Their going to the Astronomy Tower is indeed related to me. I won't say more about the reputation of another person... The reason why the unicorn was killed was because I was always following Harry and the others to protect their safety, and I was too busy... I was always following them in the forbidden area on the fourth floor." Dumbledore said.

"Okay, I can barely accept this. As long as you are by my side, even if the You-Know-Who is in his prime, I am not too worried about Harry and the others facing me directly."

"However, you called us here today not because of the conversation just now."

"Today's protagonist is obviously this stone that you said is not the Philosopher's Stone."

"What do you want to say." Professor McGonagall quickly thought of these after regaining her composure.

"You are worthy of you, Minerva."

"The Philosopher's Stone is gone, it's fake." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"Come on, Albus."

"You want to scare us again. If the Philosopher's Stone was really taken away by You-Know-Who, would you tell us all that?" Professor McGonagall waved her hand, indicating that she would not be fooled this time.

"Dumbledore would not lie. This is probably just a word game." Professor Flitwick guessed.

"Perhaps, the disappearance of the Philosopher's Stone means that it has been destroyed by Dumbledore, so it disappeared."

"And this stone is probably used to deceive You-Know-Who. Maybe it has other functions-recording the surrounding information?" Professor Snape said while looking at Dumbledore.

"Oh, congratulations, Severus, you guessed right."

"But not entirely." Dumbledore winked at Snape, then drew out his wand and pointed at the red stone on the table. The professors around him and the headmasters and headmistresses in the picture frame all widened their eyes curiously.

An image appeared in front of everyone, but this time they all held their breath and did not speak.

It was a young man who walked out of the moonlight. His handsomeness and appearance surprised all the professors.

However, in the image, when the mysterious young man walked to the defense line set up by Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall finally couldn't help but speak.

And Dumbledore on the side had almost figured out the stone. He touched the stone with his wand, and the image floating in the air stopped when the mysterious young man entered the chessboard room.

"If I'm not mistaken, your defense line is very simple."

"Especially you, Pomona."

"As long as you are a wizard and can glow, you can pass safely."

"Is it possible that I am the only one who takes it seriously!" Professor McGonagall's nose trembled slightly and his brows were furrowed.

"Although we don't know the defenses set by others, nor do we know to what extent they should be set. But Dumbledore obviously didn't take it seriously, and the defenses in front are likely to be students - such as Fred and George from your college."

"And as long as Dumbledore's defenses are there, do we need to be serious? Since he let me pass, there is a reason to pass." Professor Sprout faced Professor McGonagall's responsibilities and said the essence of slacking off in the workplace.

"Also, you paid attention to the wrong point, didn't you see his magic?"

"Without using a wand, the Devil's Snare healed automatically, and a sentence put the three-headed dog into a deep sleep. He didn't even look like a wizard, and cut off all the keys with a sharp blade." Professor Sprout continued.

Professor Flitwick, whose defenses were also very simple, nodded, which made Professor McGonagall very annoyed.

"I won't talk about how powerful he is. The way he appeared shows that he is not simple. Dumbledore will discuss this with us later."

"Filius, your defense is just fun. As long as you use a spell like the Freezing Spell to not harm the keys and control them, or an excellent Quidditch wizard - such as me, you can get through it." Professor McGonagall grabbed with both hands, as if there was an invisible flying broom under her buttocks.

"Minerva, I agree with what Pomona said."

"Dumbledore let my defense pass, which means he really passed it."

"According to my understanding, our defense is just to delay time, to support until Dumbledore or other professors arrive." Flitwick defended himself.

"Don't look at me, Professor McGonagall, my defense is very dangerous, you can watch it later." Seeing this, Snape said quickly, and gestured for Dumbledore to continue.

Then, the image in the air continued to play.

When hearing the mysterious young man's complaints about him, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but keep muttering something like "No rules, no order".

Soon after, they arrived at the room arranged by Snape.

"What do you mean by boring work that perfunctorily pleases your superiors?"

"My poison and magic fire are both life-threatening!"

"It's much more dangerous than Professor McGonagall's!" Snape was furious after hearing the mysterious young man's complaints about him.

"Professor Snape, don't be angry, we are all the same." Flitwick comforted.

"No, we are not the same."

"Yours are just as simple."

"But Sprout was praised for being gentle, you were praised for being imaginative, Professor McGonagall just gave a warning, and what about me?" Snape turned around in anger.

"Better than that kid Bigelow?" Dumbledore couldn't help but interrupt.

"Yeah, at least I'm not tasteless." Snape said half-sarcastically and half-angrily.

"Severus, this is not like you. If it were you normally, you wouldn't care at all and would just treat it as a breeze." Dumbledore asked curiously.

Indeed, Snape never cared about other people's opinions. If he was the headmaster, he could even beat Phineas Nigellus and become the most annoying headmaster.

At this time, Ryan in the Ravenclaw dormitory was hiding his merits and fame.

Along with Snape's angry voice, the picture in the air had been played to the point where he put in the fake Philosopher's Stone, and it finally seemed to end.

"What else did you see besides his evaluation?" Dumbledore looked at the four professors.