Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Unbeknownst to the little ones, a carefully designed room existed in a corridor on the fourth floor of Hogwarts.

This room was very hidden, and only a few people knew of its existence.

In this hidden room, many magic televisions were arranged on the walls, each television screen emitting a soft light.

One of the televisions was playing the scene of the four little ones entering the room with the three-headed dog.

Seeing this, Snape couldn't sit still. He already knew the contents of these levels.

Although he had been told that these levels were designed to train Potter, his heart still clenched when he saw Harry and the others enter.

Why are these little ones so reckless!

If they couldn't find a professor, they could have just waited outside. Why did they rush in like that?

Especially Harry, his recklessness is just like his father!

Granger had clearly deduced that Quirrell was inside, yet none of them seemed afraid.

Can anyone explain why these little ones are so brave?

Just because Quirrell usually acts like a weakling, they think they can defeat him?

Naive!

They are just first-year students, yet they are so arrogant.

No matter how weak an adult wizard is, they are not someone a few first-year kids can deal with.

And Malfoy!

Aren't you a Slytherin? Why are you as reckless as those Gryffindor lions?

Where's your intelligence?

You were provoked and just followed them in.

Relax, relax...

I have been cultivating my temperament, otherwise, I would rush over now and let them see the power of a Slytherin serpent.

Snape clenched his fist, loosened it, tightened it again, and loosened it again. After seeing Harry's performance, he felt slightly relieved.

Harry is quite clever, realizing that music is the key to putting the three-headed dog to sleep.

After discovering that the music in the three-headed dog's room had stopped, he even knew to take out a music box to play music.

Very good!

They will be able to pass the first level soon.

There is no need to worry about the trapdoor either. Quirrell didn't lock the door after entering.

Just as he thought of this, Snape's brow furrowed tightly.

Foolish!

明明 有 充足 的 时间 ， 为什么 不 先探 探路 ？ ！

Just like dumplings being thrown into a pot, they all jumped down. If it weren't for Devil's Snare below, every single one of these students would break their legs.

Moreover, Devil's Snare...

Snape's heart rose again. In one of the television screens, the little ones were in trouble.

No!

I can't just wait here, I need to go over and watch.

Snape gritted his teeth, stood up abruptly, and was about to walk out the door with a flick of his black robes.

Severus," Sebastian stopped him, "have a little faith in these little ones!"

"I believe they can pass the levels smoothly!"

"You believe?" Snape turned his head, a hint of barely perceptible anger in his calm voice.

"What makes you believe that! If we are any later, they will be strangled to death by the Devil's Snare."

Sebastian smiled and reassured him, "Look, Miss Granger has already found a solution, and they will be out of trouble soon."

"Besides, we just made a bet that these little ones wouldn't break through the levels themselves without a professor present."

"Since you lost, you should accept the bet and sit down and watch."

Hearing this, Snape's chest rose and fell rapidly. In the end, he suppressed the idea of going out and reluctantly returned to his previous seat.

"Even if they pass the Devil's Snare, what then? I can't imagine how they will pass Professor McGonagall's chessboard."

"Don't tell me you think they can defeat those chess piece soldiers."

"Don't worry," Sebastian gestured towards Dumbledore's direction with his eyes, "the headmaster is watching all the time and won't let them encounter any danger."

Hearing Sebastian mention him, Dumbledore shifted his gaze from the television screen and said to Snape with a smile.

"Severus, take it easy, they won't have any problems, I guarantee it!"

"Moreover, the current situation is already much better than I expected. Look, Harry has already started chasing that key."

"Seriously, Harry's flying skills are really good. No wonder Professor McGonagall is so confident that Gryffindor will win the championship."

Professor McGonagall?

Professor McGonagall is at Durmstrang. She is one of the professors leading the Quidditch competition this time, along with Professor Sprout.

Few people in the entire school know about this. The students still think that Dumbledore and Sebastian are leading the team.

The reason for doing this is entirely to confuse Quirrell, so that he can steal the Philosopher's Stone with confidence.

Sebastian was a little guilty. He only told Professor McGonagall to take this opportunity to find the thief in the school.

However, Professor McGonagall would never have imagined that several professors in the school were all here staring at the magic television.

And the ones on the front line of catching the thief are a few first-year wizards.

If Professor McGonagall knew the current situation, who knows how angry she would be.

Thinking of Professor McGonagall's anger, Sebastian couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Can't afford to provoke, can't afford to provoke!

Fortunately, the tall people are there to hold up the sky when it falls.

Among the people on the scene, Dumbledore's size is just right, so let him face Professor McGonagall's anger.

Thinking of this, Sebastian felt relieved. He was just about to pick up his cup and take a sip of ice-cold cola when he heard Professor Flitwick speak.

"Potter's flying skills are indeed good. Look, he has already obtained that key."

"I am now very much looking forward to how they will pass the next level."

"But..." Professor Flitwick's gaze shifted from the four little ones and looked at Quirrell scratching his head in another screen.

"I still can't believe that the thief hiding in the school is actually Quirrell."

Professor Flitwick looked at Quirrell on the television, his eyes filled with heaviness.

Why is it Quirrell?

He is an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw, and soon after graduation became a professor at Hogwarts.

I have always regarded him as the pride of Ravenclaw.

In my impression, Quirrell has always been full of love for life.

After he became a professor, he often looked for me to show me the flower specimens he made.

How did he become like this after traveling for a year?

"Alas..."

Professor Flitwick sighed deeply and turned his head to Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, if possible, can you try to help Quirrell."

"I really can't bear to watch such a good child become completely depraved."