In the Forbidden Forest, Norbert's body gradually shrunk, and in a moment, it was only the size it had been when it first hatched. It flew up and landed on Harry's hand.
At the same time, footsteps appeared behind him. Hagrid said nervously, "This is ridiculous, how could Hogwarts have Dragons?"
Harry turned his head and saw Hagrid walking in the Forbidden Forest with a few people, looking embarrassed.
Meanwhile, Norbert was still shrinking rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was only palm-sized. He crawled onto Harry's index finger, his claws embracing the fingertip, his tail wrapped around the finger twice, and his scales gradually became dull, yet shimmered with a silvery metallic luster.
"Oh, Harry. What are you doing here?!" Hagrid was startled when he saw Harry.
Since Harry was here, where was Norbert…
Hagrid's face was pale, as if he had already seen Norbert being taken away by the Ministry of Magic.
Harry waved at Hagrid, hoping Hagrid would see the ring on his hand so he wouldn't have to worry so much.
As expected, Hagrid didn't notice.
"Harry, is that Harry Potter?" Someone asked, confused, from behind Hagrid.
"Oh, it's Potter! My goodness, it's an honor. I told my wife this morning that we might see you at Hogwarts today." Saying that, the person walked up and excitedly shook Harry's hand: "I'm Paul Andre, it's a pleasure to meet you."
His actions were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, immediately causing ripples.
"I'm Milk Elamo, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"My child said you went to Slytherin, what a pity. But it's a pleasure to meet you."
The Ministry of Magic were more enthusiastic than expected, and Harry could only respond one by one. Finally, Andre, who seemed to be the highest-ranking among them, said to the much younger Elamo: "Alright, you escort Mr. Potter out of the Forbidden Forest. The Forbidden Forest is not a place for Little Wizards."
"Okay, Leader." Elamo nodded and looked at Harry: "Let's go, Potter, I'll escort you out of the Forbidden Forest."
"Thank you." Harry nodded, fortunately, these people didn't pay too much attention to why he was here.
Perhaps… it was because of the scar on his forehead and his name that some people naturally had goodwill towards him.
Back in the common room, as expected, the well-informed Slytherin had already noticed the Ministry of Magic personnel who had appeared at Hogwarts without reason.
Harry was playing with Norbert, who had already turned into a ring, when he suddenly heard a guy mention Howl.
"He's already been taken away. My uncle just told me around the corner. He's from the Dragon Management Bureau and also participated in this operation," the person said.
His name was Ross Andre. Looking at this person, Harry immediately thought of Paul Andre, who had just shaken his hand.
"What about the Principal?" Someone asked curiously.
Harry couldn't help but move slightly and listened intently.
"The Principal, I don't know, but he should also go through an investigation process and go to the Ministry of Magic," Ross said.
Harry stood up and walked to the person's side: "So, Mr. Jones and Headmaster Dumbledore are not at school right now?!"
"Oh, Harry." He turned his head and nodded: "That's right, my uncle just told me, they might have already left."
However, he only spoke halfway when he saw Harry turn away and quickly leave the common room.
In the underground corridor, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he had completely understood all the details.
There was no need to look for Dumbledore and Uncle Howl now; Harry had absolute trust in them, and the Ministry of Magic couldn't do anything to them.
But the fact that they were not at school right now was a given.
So—
He walked directly to Snape's office!
Knocks on the door sounded one after another, but unfortunately, Snape was not there.
He immediately turned around and quickly ran upstairs.
He didn't know if Dumbledore had arranged everything, and he couldn't be sure if anyone knew Professor Quirrell's true identity after Dumbledore and Uncle Howl left!
Hagrid was an exception…
If Dumbledore hadn't had time to tell the other Professor, now was clearly the best opportunity for Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone…
Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was in her office. She put down her quill and looked at Harry in confusion: "Potter, is something wrong?"
"Professor… it's about the Philosopher's Stone…" Harry said breathlessly.
Professor McGonagall's face was surprised; she never expected Harry to run over breathlessly to talk about this.
"How do you know… about the Philosopher's Stone?!" she stammered.
"Professor, I think… Quirrell… is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone. After Headmaster Dumbledore and… and Mr. Jones went to the Ministry of Magic!!"
He was too tired, speaking in gasps, but Professor McGonagall didn't believe his one-sided story. She looked at Harry with a gaze mixed with astonishment and suspicion.
"Dumbledore and Mr. Jones just encountered some minor trouble." She said, then suddenly remembered something and took out a letter.
"Speaking of Mr. Jones, he was just here and said if you came here, I should give you this."
After speaking, she handed the envelope to Harry.
Harry quickly tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.
"Harry, if you're reading this, I think Dumbledore and I have been lured away by Quirrell.
You now have two choices.
One: Give this letter to the Professor and let them stop Quirrell.
Two: Give yourself a chance…"
A chance?!
Harry's heart was filled with doubts as he looked down.
"Lord Voldemort killed your parents. If you want to try to get revenge, go ahead! He's weak enough now, and he might even be a good touchstone.
Of course, that's my opinion. According to Dumbledore, he hopes you can face Quirrell head-on.
He said there's a spell on you.
A very powerful spell of 'love'.
He wants to see how this spell works!"
The letter was short. After Harry finished reading it, two choices were laid before him.
Tell the teachers, or—face Quirrell!
"Professor McGonagall, thank you." Harry came back to his senses: "I apologize for disturbing you."
"It's no disturbance at all." Professor McGonagall smiled, then added: "I don't know how you found out about the Philosopher's Stone, but rest assured, Professor Quirrell is also involved in protecting the Philosopher's Stone, so you shouldn't suspect him without reason."
"I know, I was overthinking it." He gave an awkward smile. Then he left Professor McGonagall's office.
In the corridor, Harry reopened the letter and took a deep breath.
"Touchstone…" Harry murmured.
If it weren't for this sentence, his choice would definitely have been the first one, as facing Quirrell head-on was really not a very wise choice.
But Uncle Howl said Lord Voldemort was very weak, believing this might be a good touchstone, and he also had some so-called 'love' spell on him…
He folded the letter and walked towards the fourth floor.
"I won't let you down."
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