Where is Harry ?
"Maybe! Although Professor Quirrell had an accident during the Christmas holiday, he is in good spirits—better than last semester. I guess he will break the curse and continue to teach next school year. Maybe Professor Quirrell will be the professor for the next seven years. I heard from seniors that no Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has been able to hold on until the final exam for many years."
"This is a curse that has lasted for decades. I heard it was cast by You Know Who. I have to say, although Professor Quirrell is not good at teaching, he is really capable."
"Who says otherwise!"
"It's just that, brother, I really don't want to take Professor Quirrell's class next year, even if his exams are very simple. He doesn't know how to teach us. Wouldn't our Defense Against the Dark Arts class be useless?"
"In the future, we will suffer a great loss when facing dark wizards and magical creatures."
"What are you afraid of? We can just go home during the summer vacation and let our parents teach us. Only those Muggle-borns from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are really miserable. They want to learn, but no one teaches them."
After lunch, Harry, who felt the burning pain on his forehead scar, stopped to listen to the conversation between the two people when he was about to go to the school hospital and became thoughtful.
"Don't listen to their nonsense, Harry. I just think Professor Quirel's class is good!"
Ronald sneered at the words of Fischer Frey and Colby Frey. "Professor Quirrell's class is so good, there is no need to review, and the homework can be done casually. Sometimes he will give me an encouraging smile. He can be said to be the best professor at Hogwarts. If you want to deal with dark wizards and magical animals, isn't it enough to have the spells taught by Professor Flitwick, the professor of the spell class?"
The Frey brothers on the side looked at each other, glanced at Harry and Ronald who had stopped, and left immediately without caring what they thought or said.
"No, maybe Ethan is right!"
Harry covered his forehead with a pained look on his face. Now he was really getting more and more uncomfortable. After listening to Ethan's words at first, Harry did have some doubts about Quirrell and also asked the seniors of Gryffindor, finding that the results were mixed.
Quirrell might really be the one who wanted to take action against the Philosopher's Stone. But Ronald disagreed with this statement, saying that Professor Quirrell was a rare good professor at Hogwarts and listed several examples.
For example, every time they met, Quirrell would give an encouraging smile. Isn't this goodwill? Even if they were late for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class or forgot to do their homework, they never lost house points. Look at how Professor Snape handled it. After a series of arguments, Harry was almost convinced.
"What does Ethan know? He is also a first-year student. How could he know all this?"
Ronald was a little unhappy. Why did Ethan have such good grades? Why was he so good at fighting? Why did the little witches like him, the professors praise him, and even Harry trust him very much? Nothing else, just jealousy—why were all the good things his, while Ronald was like a clown?
"The scar on my forehead hurts. This is a sign!"
"Maybe you're just too nervous about the exams recently. Now that you are relaxed after the exams, you may have a headache."
Ronald couldn't hide the fear on his face. His mother's brothers died because of the You Know Who. He didn't even dare to mention the name of this person. "You heard what I said just now. The position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is cursed by the You Know Who. Do you think this curse is easy to remove?"
Harry continued to question him. He couldn't let Ronald lead him this time. The pain on his forehead was like an invisible signpost, telling him that something big was going to happen and he had to go solve it. "I….!"
Ronald didn't dare to say anything because of the fear of Voldemort, even though he told himself that Dumbledore was the strongest. But Dumbledore didn't solve the You Know Who, and he didn't remove the curse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for so many years.
"Professor Quirrell has not triggered the curse yet. There are only two possibilities. He is not going to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next year and plans to run away. The second is that he is originally from the You-Know-Who's side, so he is not afraid of the curse."
"No matter which possibility it is, Professor Quirrell will take action on the Philosopher's Stone, and my scar caused by the You-Know-Who tells me that something big is going to happen today."
"Also, why is Professor Quirrell unwilling to teach even though he has the ability?"
"That's because he is a dark wizard. Is he going to teach us how to deal with him?"
The more Harry talked, the more possible it seemed. Only in this way could he explain all the suspicious points about Quirrell.
Damn, I should have noticed it earlier.
"But Professor Quirrell was so badly injured during Christmas. Maybe it was caused by the curse, but he survived. Also, he used to teach Muggles. Muggles might just read from textbooks. Professor Quirrell only taught the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this school year and hasn't adapted to it yet. It will be fine next year."
Ronald still felt that Professor Quirrell was not a bad person, so he could only find excuses for him as much as possible.
"Wait, where are you going?"
Ronald couldn't help asking as Harry started to run out of Hogwarts. But Harry was only concerned with running across the grounds and heading towards the Forbidden Forest and didn't answer Ronald's question at all.
Inside the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was happily watching the dragon, which was already much bigger than Fang, eating. Now the Ukrainian Iron Belly, Norber, would eat a whole sheep for a meal and drink a bucket of chicken blood brandy at a time (actually, he didn't have to drink it anymore), and his body was gradually getting stronger. Fortunately, Hagrid's family was rich, so he could afford it.
"Harry, is the exam over?" Hagrid heard the noise from behind, turned around, and saw that it was Harry, so he greeted him.
"Well, it's over. I have something to ask you."
"Do you remember the day you won Norber playing cards?" Harry looked anxious. At first, he only knew that Hagrid's winning Norber might have been a setup, but he didn't know the day he won the dragon and didn't think to pay attention to this detail. Now if this time is the same as what he guessed, then he can be completely sure that Quirrell is the one who tricked Hagrid into telling him.
"It was January 27th, I still remember it."
Hagrid said with certainty. How could he forget such an important date!
"January 27th, Ronald, don't you remember that Snape should have been a substitute teacher for a month?"
"Well, four weeks, almost a month."
Ronald also remembered this, not because his memory was so good, but because those days were too hard to endure. Four classes of Snape every week—can you dare to think about it?
"After the Christmas holiday, classes started on January 4th. Professor Quirrell returned to Hogwarts to teach for the first time then."
"What did he do during this time?"
"He must have gone to get the dragon eggs to find Hagrid to get information about the three-headed dog. You know how powerful dragons are. He must have been discovered when stealing eggs, and then his hand was bitten off by the dragon. It was not because of any dark wizard. After the injury healed, he got information about the three-headed dog and finally came to Hogwarts to attend classes. He is the hooded man who got information about the three-headed dog. Yes, it's him."
While running towards Hogwarts, Harry explained to Ronald.
"Then where are we going now?"
Ronald couldn't make any more excuses.
"Go find Dumbledore. Only he can stop this. I hope he can believe us!"
"My scar tells me that something big is going to happen. Right now, Quirel must have gone to the corridor on the fourth floor to get the Philosopher's Stone."
"But where is Dumbledore's office?"
Harry was at a loss when he returned to the hall. He had never been to the headmaster's office, and no one had taken him there.
"Go find Professor McGonagall. She must know."
Ronald suggested. The two people who had been reprimanded by their own dean more than once naturally knew where Professor McGonagall's office was.
Quirrell was standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, looking at everything in the mirror with fascination. Suddenly Quirrell's body shook, and his temperament changed, but it didn't take long before it returned to normal again.
"Master, I..."
"Let Adrian try. We can't get it, but he doesn't know what we're trying to get here. Maybe he can succeed," Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's mind.
"We've come to this point, and the Philosopher's Stone still hasn't been found. It's really unacceptable!"
"Got it, Master!"
Then Quirrell approached Ethan, who was leaning against a stone pillar, daydreaming.
"Adrian, try standing in front of the mirror."
"OK!" Ethan patted his butt and stood up, walking directly to the Mirror of Erised.
Anyway, he couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone. Only those who wanted it but didn't plan to use it could obtain it.
As for Ethan, if he got the Philosopher's Stone, he would definitely use it, turning stone into gold!
There would definitely be achievement rewards for reaching a certain level of gold galleons. The next target would probably be 10,000 gold galleons. Although he had made a lot of money recently, he spent it quickly.
Nagini cost 3,500 gold galleons, which was the lowest price Dennis and his team had negotiated. If they wanted to buy it for less, they would have to stop working there in the future. Ethan paid 1,500 galleons, and Bruno's magic potion alchemy shop cost 2,000 galleons.
There was also the consumption of energy blocks on weekdays. These were all made from precious magical animal materials, which cost a lot as well. He still needed more than 1,000 gold galleons to complete his mission.
Of course, if he had a unicorn horn, it would definitely be enough, but since this kind of material is hard to come by, Ethan didn't want to sell it.
The white mist covered the mirror, and then Ethan's deep desire slowly emerged...
"What did you see?" Quirrell's voice sounded from behind Ethan.
"I became the Minister of Magic." Ethan's tone contained a hint of excitement, and he said it seriously.
Was he going to tell him about his ideal(hedonistic) future?
Just now, Ethan seemed to be in a daze, but in fact, he was paying attention to Quirrell's every move. When he looked at the Mirror of Erised, Ethan couldn't see his desire at all. Similarly, Quirrell couldn't see what Ethan saw.
I still don't know how the old bastard hiding in the dark in the abandoned classroom that day saw it. If he couldn't see it, he couldn't hide in the dark to observe.
"Really?" Quirrell's tone was full of doubt.
"The Mirror of Erised shows the most urgent and strongest desires in one's heart."
"It doesn't matter who sits in the position of Minister of Magic! It's Fudge who sits, so why can't I, Ethan, do it?"
Ethan sneered, as if all his ambitions had been aroused.
Seeing this, Quirrell didn't ask any more questions. How could a little wizard who didn't know what the Philosopher's Stone was possibly obtain it?
Master, you're really overthinking it.
The next moment, Quirrell felt a piercing pain overcome him, and he lowered his head, gripping the stone pillar beside him.
Ethan, on the side, was thinking, why hasn't Harry come yet? Damn, even a pig would know it by now if they were reminded this much!