"Does it still hurt?" Hermione asked worriedly as she watched Harry lower his head and rub the scar.
"It's been hurting since I got back to the castle, but it doesn't matter." Harry raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
His anxious, haggard look startled his friends.
"Harry, you should go to the school doctor's office." The little witch came over and wanted to take Harry to find Madam Pomfrey.
"I think Hermione's right, Harry. You're in terrible shape right now. Come on, let's go together." Even Ron didn't side with Harry this time. This wasn't a man about to go on holiday. What a student should look like.
"Stop, Hermione, Ron, I thank you, but please wait a moment." Harry broke away from Hermione's arm, and the slight physical discomfort was insignificant compared to the terrible consequences of the theft of the Sorcerer's Stone.
"Listen friends, you all know the origin of my scar." Harry lifted his hair, revealing the lightning-shaped scar.
"Voldemort's death curse didn't kill me, but it left this. Now it hurts all the time. This has never happened before. I don't think it is a physical discomfort, but an omen, or a sign. warn."
Hearing Voldemort's name, Ron shrank his neck subconsciously and looked around cautiously.
He looked frightened, as if a man in black robes would pop out of the wall in the next second and say "Avada bites the big melon" to him.
Hermione didn't react much. Although Harry looked extremely serious and she was willing to believe her friend, what he said in his words was too unbelievable.
"Harry, the entire wizarding world knows that You-Know-Who is dead, and time has proven this. Ron and I are willing to believe you, but what can we do to convince the professors?"
"Perhaps we can go to Professor McGonagall and tell her that Snape wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone tonight." Ron persuaded following Hermione's words. He probably guessed Harry's solution, but faced an adult wizard directly. Not a good idea.
Although his two twin brothers were undistinguished, they were among the best among their peers in terms of strength. However, Charlie had been too relaxed when he coached them before. Fred and George were no match for him.
At that time, Charlie had just graduated from Hogwarts and was just a very ordinary wizard. Snape was one of the deans of the four major houses of Hogwarts. No matter how he thought, he was not something that a young wizard like himself could handle. .
"But where is the evidence? Ron, this is all our speculation. As the Dean of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall will probably regard this as our imagination." Hermione questioned this.
Based on her understanding of Professor McGonagall, the dean would not believe their words without substantial evidence.
Ron wished he could stop Hermione's mouth. Isn't it the most common thing for you to go to the professor when you have something to do? Do we have to watch Harry go find Snape to die?
"Dumbledore, yes, we can go to Principal Dumbledore. He and Nico Flamel are good friends. He definitely doesn't want the Philosopher's Stone to be stolen. Even if he doesn't believe us, we can try to persuade him to use it. Move the magic stone to another place."
Ron suddenly thought of Dumbledore. As long as he could persuade the old principal, the Sorcerer's Stone would be safe.
Both of them agreed with Ron's idea, but how could they meet Dumbledore?
The three of them looked at me and I looked at you, and they said a name at the same time.
"Ani!"
This made them a little annoyed. They had known that they would have waited for Aini to come back together when they were in the Forbidden Forest.
But it was too late to regret it now. While there was still a while before dinner, the three little ones hurriedly ran towards the stone building next to the Forbidden Forest.
As expected, several people rushed to nothing. At this time, Aini had arrived on the fourth floor of the castle.
Reluctantly, Harry knocked on Hagrid's door.
"Please come in. Why are you back?" Hagrid was a little surprised. Didn't they just leave?
Harry looked around and saw that Ani was not here. Hagrid was the only one in the room fiddling with his huge crossbow that looked mind-numbing.
"Hagrid, hasn't Ani come out of the Forbidden Forest yet?" Harry asked eagerly.
"He's out. I just saw him going to the castle." Hagrid replied casually. The left side of his back was a little dry and cracked. It needed to be repaired tonight.
"Okay, let's go back first." After Harry said that, the three of them ran towards the way they came from.
"It's time to have dinner, run slower." Looking at the three little ones leaving, the big man shouted helplessly.
It’s already this time, who can still care about eating.
Harry muttered something in his mind, but decided to go to the Great Hall first, maybe he could meet Ani there.
By the time the three of them arrived at the auditorium, dinner had already begun.
Unfortunately, Aini could not be seen, and the seat belonging to him was empty.
But it's not without good news.
The Potions Professor sat upright in his chair, enjoying his dinner slowly.
This gave Harry a small sigh of relief. It seemed that Snape had not acted yet and the Philosopher's Stone was safe for now.
"Ron, you stay and keep an eye on Snape. Hermione, keep an eye on Professor McGonagall. If Ernie is not in his office, you can only find the dean." After saying this, Harry had no time to eat, so he hurriedly walked towards Ernie. ran to the office.
When he returned without success again, Harry suddenly realized a problem.
Snape and Professor McGonagall had already finished their meal and left. It seemed that Ron and Hermione followed them dutifully, and they were not seen in the auditorium.
So the question is, where can I find them?
Just as Harry was in distress, two hands rested on his shoulders.
"Oh, Harry, you look sad."
"When someone needs cheer, the Weasley brothers are always there."
“We’ll make you laugh.”
"If that doesn't work, throw a shit egg at Quirrell."
Without looking back, he knew who the owner of the hands was.
"Fred, George, I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood to have fun right now." Harry pushed the hand on his shoulder away.
He liked the twins very much, or in other words, no one in Gryffindor disliked the two brothers. Even Percy, who always criticized them, cared a little more about them than Ron.
"You need us, Harry."
"Even if you don't need us, you will still need our news."
"Little Ronnie wanted me to tell you that he went to the underground corridor."
"Hermione wanted to tell you that you can find her on the second floor."
At this point, the two of them blinked in tacit understanding at the same time, and everything in their eyes was narrow-minded.
"Friendship goes down, love goes up, let's see how Mr. Potter chooses."
"Okay, okay. Little Ronnie is completely defeated in front of the girl."
Watching Harry hurriedly walk upstairs, the twins sang in harmony again.
The roar of laughter from behind made Harry walk a little faster.
"Harry, let us know if you need help."
