Professor McGonagall ignored Harry and continued to scold him.

He walked past the troll corpse and walked into the bathroom.

At the end, Hermione lay motionless on the ground.

Professor McGonagall choked up and quickened her pace, her voice trembling along with her body: "Miss Granger, Miss Granger?"

"Professor, I'm here." Hermione said, her tone not so weak.

This made Professor McGonagall relax: "How do you feel now?"

"I feel okay, but my head and chest hurt a little, and Harry won't let me move." Hermione said dryly.

Professor McGonagall was relieved: "That's good, I'll take you to the school doctor's office now."

"If you feel uncomfortable in any way, you must tell me."

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Ron opened his mouth, holding these two dirty things, at a loss.

"This will only make Potter more unscrupulous!"

"I thought his temperament had changed just because of some things. It wasn't until today that I was sure that he was heading for the Sorcerer's Stone, and then I began to wonder if he was being controlled by Voldemort."

"What makes you think that I, a mere first-year wizard, should have any thoughts about Voldemort?"

Harry sneered: "You also know that it was Voldemort and Principal Dumbledore. They all thought I was the savior and that I defeated Voldemort."

"Oh, Beard." Harry clicked his tongue with a complicated expression.

"Tsk." Rarely, Snape did not ridicule Harry on this matter. He glanced at Quirrell and mocked from another angle: "I didn't expect you to be so skilled in anatomy."

"Perhaps, you should be like Miss Granger and have a hand or an arm broken off by a troll..."

"That day……"

"As for... Quirrell."

Harry finished the milk and gently put down the cup: "So, Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort?"

They walked out of the corridor on the first floor and into the lobby.

Is such a big thing so useful?

Ron's face turned pale at the bloody scene, which made Snape a little puzzled: "Mr. Potter, what are you doing?"

"Need me to call Professor Snape? He is very good at scolding people. Maybe he can cure your brain."

Snape was startled and looked at the back of the little figure squatting on the ground.

Snape's expression changed, he frowned, and his tone was cold: "Professor McGonagall, isn't this too indulgent?"

"Harry, I'm sorry, I forgot your instructions..." Ron spoke, his voice getting smaller and smaller. As soon as the topic changed, he opened his teeth and argued for himself, "But I discovered something big, something big.

thing."

Harry walked to the troll's body and said, "Professor Snape, which parts of the troll's body can be refined into potions?"

"For such a dangerous person, you should drive him out of the castle." Harry said bluntly, "And isn't Voldemort already dead?"

"Next time, be more clear-headed." Snape walked up to Harry, his head covered with blood, which made him feel that Harry was more pleasing to the eye, "You were reckless, and you are lucky if you survive."

Harry looked at the troll's stinky internal organs, and without giving up, asked again: "Professor, are the other materials really useless?"

Ron hesitated to speak. He really didn't want to be in the same space as Snape, and he was so scared that his body was shaking.

"Okay, I did find something." Dumbledore hesitated, looked at Harry, and tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically. After a while, he continued, "I suspect Quirrell may have become Voldemort.

's minions."

"It should be Voldemort using Quirrell's eyes to spy on me."

"You are the Headmaster, my dear Mr. Dumbledore."

"He gives me the feeling of being very dangerous, more dangerous than all other professors, only slightly worse than you."

Harry raised his hand to rub his temples and nodded.

"We're leaving. I think you'd better check your classroom." Harry waved to Professor Quirrell.

Harry couldn't help but push the troll's head and the Sorting Hat to Ron: "We'll talk about it when I get back. I have to go find Principal Dumbledore now."

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Hermione's nose felt sore and she almost cried again.

"Fighted with a troll." Harry waved his hand, "It's not important. You should have found something."

He ran to Dumbledore's office on the third floor, read the password, and followed the stairs to the eighth floor.

"The only one who can make it react is him."

"In a symbolic sense, this is the connection between me and Voldemort."

"But you know that he is not dead."

Harry raised his head, stood up, and turned to look at Quirrell, who was still sobbing: "Professor Quirrell."

"You're not much stronger than that troll."

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"It doesn't have any effect. Maybe you can eat it and taste the stinky taste to see if it can make you vomit out last night's dinner."

"I'm curious how you know." Dumbledore asked Harry to sit down, waved his wand again, and poured him a glass of milk.

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left in a hurry.

"I have always suspected that he is not dead." Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, "A powerful wizard, especially a dark wizard, always has many ways to resist death."

Quirrell trembled and opened his mouth.

Dumbledore explained: "Quirrell used to be a good boy, a very good Ravenclaw, and a very good Muggle Studies professor, but he changed after the start of school this year."

He said, glancing at Quirrell: "What you should do now is to get back as soon as possible."

Dumbledore chuckled: "It's an honor to be praised like this by a young man."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

He picked up his sword, cut off the monster's head, and skillfully disemboweled it, preparing to skin it.

Harry lifted his hair and pointed to his scar: "This is the symbol of the savior, the scar of a hero."

"Quirrell, I mean Quirrell." Harry emphasized.

"For your courage, determination and ability, twenty points from Gryffindor."

"Okay, Potter, I'm not your nanny." Snape immediately stopped, "Remember to use your brain before doing anything in the future."

Harry turned back and looked at him, expressionless: "What do I need to do?"

"When you get back, wash the hat for me as compensation for me." Harry waved his hand, "And the head, you can find a clean place to put it and wait for me to deal with it when I come back."

Having said this, Harry stood up expressionlessly and nodded: "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Dumbledore. It seems that I will have to stay away from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the future."

"Aren't your ears useless?" Snape sneered, "Or, after you had a close encounter with a troll, your brain became like a troll's and you can't understand human speech?"

Dumbledore picked up his tea cup, took a sip, and asked, "Then why couldn't it be Voldemort's curse on Quirrell that caused your scar to react?"

Seeing that Snape didn't answer, Harry turned back in confusion: "Professor?"

I thought about it.

She hurried away with Hermione.

"Thank you, Professor Snape, I'll ask you another question." Harry stopped him.

"I am the principal of Hogwarts, and I cannot give up on my dear students, even if they have graduated."

"Mr. Potter." Walking out of the bathroom, Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape and said hastily, "Because of your recklessness, Gryffindor will deduct ten points."

Dumbledore waved his wand, cleaned it up, and dealt with the blood on Harry's body: "What did you say?"

"Harry." Dumbledore was a little surprised when he saw him, "What's wrong with you?"

Quirrell's body trembled slightly.

"What is the password to Headmaster Dumbledore's office?" Harry asked.

Harry frowned.

She waved her wand and Hermione levitated, being manipulated to fly carefully out the door.

The Sorting Hat muttered: "Come back quickly. When you come back, I have something to say."

Harry replied: "Its skin is very tough and has good magic resistance. Maybe it can be made into a set of leather armor. I made an agreement with Professor Flitwick and asked him to contact the master blacksmith for me. Although I haven't replied yet,

There’s no harm in preparing the materials in advance.”

"And there's no way he doesn't even have the ability to subdue a giant monster."

"I'm afraid I can't kick him out."
To be continued...