Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

#111 - Chapter 111 Brave Slytherin

Time flew by, and it was already Saturday, April 4th.

“Fred and George, they must have arrived at Durmstrang by now, right?”

Looking at the setting sun, Ron, coming out of the dueling club, sighed with emotion.

“It's such a pity we weren't selected for the cheerleading squad, so we can't go with the school team to watch the competition.”

“We must go to bed early tonight so we don't miss watching the live broadcast of the competition tomorrow morning.”

Harry walked behind Ron, constantly rubbing his forehead, as if he hadn't heard Ron's words at all.

“Harry, are you sick? Should we ask Madam Pomfrey to take a look?” Hermione couldn't help but suggest, seeing Harry's pained expression.

“Sick?” Ron turned around abruptly. “What's wrong, mate? I remember you've been rubbing your forehead since this morning.”

“I'm not sick, and it's not my forehead that hurts... Sss!”

Harry couldn't help but gasp, saying in a low voice, “It's my scar, it's been hurting since this morning.”

“I think this is a sign, meaning danger is near us.”

Danger?

Ron and Hermione exchanged a look, unable to understand what danger could be around them.

“You should know who left this scar. I suspect the scar is warning me that Voldemort is coming.”

“Harry!” Ron's face instantly turned pale, his voice even trembling a little. “Please don't say that name.”

Hermione looked around with a face full of surprise and doubt, then lowered her voice and asked.

“Are you saying the Dark Lord has secretly infiltrated the school?”

“This is troublesome. Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Swan are not at school right now. They all went to Durmstrang with the school team. How could the Dark Lord pick such a time!”

“The most urgent thing now is to find Professor McGonagall to protect your safety.”

“No need to rush.” Harry's head was really hurting too much, and he had to find a lawn to sit down.

“Professor Swan told me that the Dark Lord is very weak right now, so he probably won't come looking for me now.”

“I just can't figure out what he's doing at Hogwarts now.”

Harry hit his head hard, trying to clear his thoughts.

He vaguely felt that the Dark Lord's infiltration of Hogwarts while the headmaster was away must be for something very important.

“Could it be...” Hermione had a thought in her mind, “Is it for that thing on the fourth floor of the castle?”

“The Sorcerer's Stone...” The three said in unison.

If it was the Sorcerer's Stone, everything would make sense.

Harry's mood relaxed a little. He had secretly obtained this answer from Sebastian during the winter break.

Moreover, he also learned that the Sorcerer's Stone was under strict protection, and ordinary people simply couldn't steal it.

“Harry, I don't think we need to worry too much about the Sorcerer's Stone.” Hermione's face relaxed.

“Didn't the professor tell you that, except for the owner of the three-headed dog, no one can pass the three-headed dog without making any noise?”

“So, you should pay attention to your own safety first.”

That's right...

The three-headed dog?!

Harry's heart sank suddenly, his face instantly turning pale: “Crap, the Dark Lord must have already obtained the method to pass the three-headed dog!”

Hearing Harry's words, Hermione seemed to realize something, and she asked uncertainly.

“Are you talking about Hagrid?”

Ron looked at the two of them playing charades, his big eyes full of question marks.

“What are you two talking about? What has this got to do with Hagrid? Are we going to find him?”

“No, let's go back to the castle first!” Harry stood up abruptly and ran towards the castle.

There was no point in asking Hagrid now. Thinking of Norbert, who had been sent away last month, Harry was absolutely sure of his guess.

He now urgently needed to go to the fourth floor of the castle to verify his idea.

With his excellent physical strength, Harry ran to the fourth floor of the castle in one breath. Seeing the half-closed door, his hands and feet turned ice-cold.

Too late!

Someone has already gone in...

“Ha— Harry, wait— for us,” Hermione caught up, panting.

Before she finished speaking, the two of them heard a noise behind them.

“Haha, look what I've found. You're done for, Weasley. The professors have strictly forbidden coming here. I was wondering why you were sneaking around like a thief.”

“Shut up, Malfoy. It's dangerous here. Keep your voice down if you don't want to die!”

“Hmph, trying to scare me? Not a chance!”

Turning a corner, Malfoy was surprised to find that besides Weasley, Potter and Miss Know-It-All were also here.

What's going on?

All three of them are here?

Could it be that there really is some danger here?

Malfoy opened his mouth, just about to say something, when he saw Potter and Miss Know-It-All gesturing for him to be quiet.

Then, he saw Harry slowly opening the door at the end of the corridor.

To the sound of melodious music, Malfoy stared wide-eyed, looking at the huge three-headed dog in the room.

“The bad guy has already gone in!” Harry closed the door and said in a low voice to the three people around him.

Harry played a trick and didn't directly mention the Dark Lord.

He was worried that the Dark Lord's name would scare Malfoy and ruin their plans.

Moreover, he now needed Malfoy to help him find the professors.

Fortunately, Professor Swan had told him that Malfoy was essentially a tsundere, and the professor had taught him a special method to deal with tsunderes.

“We must go find the professors, at least the heads of each house. The other professors don't have enough fighting power.”

“Malfoy!” Harry stared into Malfoy's eyes, grabbed his hands, and said sincerely, “Help us!”

“A bad guy has infiltrated Hogwarts. I need you to go find Professor Snape now, please!”

Malfoy was a little dazed, still immersed in the shock brought by the three-headed dog.

After hearing Harry's request, he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

What does this mean?

Are they trying to drag me into trouble?

That three-headed dog looks like a big problem. Wouldn't going to find the professor now be like walking into a trap?

However, this is the first time Potter has formally asked for my help.

It's really not easy to refuse.

Thinking of the friendship they had when taking care of the little dragon some time ago, Malfoy hesitated and nodded.

“Alright, I'll go find Professor Snape. We'll meet here in a while.”

Seeing Malfoy leave, Harry and the others also split up.

Ron went to find Professor Sprout, Hermione went to find Professor Flitwick, and Harry went to find Professor McGonagall himself.

Unfortunately, Harry searched for a long time but couldn't find Professor McGonagall's figure.

So, he hardened his heart, returned to the dormitory, took all his alchemy equipment, and hurried to the fourth-floor corridor.

Arriving on the fourth floor, looking at the lonely figures of his three companions, Harry's heart sank completely.

He took the initiative to say, “Looks like luck isn't on our side. None of us found a professor.”

“How about this, I'll go in myself, and you guys continue to look for a professor outside.”

“Don't be silly, Harry. We won't let you go alone!” Ron gave Harry a firm look, already prepared to help his good friend.

“Don't rush,” Hermione analyzed calmly, “The only new professor this year is Professor Quirrell.”

“If I'm not mistaken, the bad guy is him.”

Because Quirrell didn't want to be famous, only the Ministry of Magic knew about his capture of dark wizards. The young wizards knew nothing about it.

In their eyes, Quirrell was just an ordinary professor with a stutter.

Thinking of Quirrell's terrible teaching performance, Hermione's heart filled with courage.

“So, if we work together, we have a chance to defeat him.”

She turned her head to look at Malfoy and extended an invitation to him.

“Malfoy, would you like to join us and catch the bad guy?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ron sarcastically said, “Him? A cowardly Slytherin?”

“I'm afraid he'll faint from fright and drag us down!”

“Ron!” Harry stopped Ron and then used reverse psychology on Malfoy.

“Malfoy, I'm already very grateful for your help. There might be danger next, so you should go back to the dormitory and rest. It's safe there.”

After speaking, Harry took out a music box, wound it up, pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, and walked in.

Malfoy was so angry behind the three of them that his eyes were spitting fire.

What does this mean!