Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

In the bright and clean principal's office, Dumbledore sat quietly on the sofa. Sitting opposite him was Professor Severus Snape.

There is a crystal ball placed on the table in front of the sofa.

The expression on Professor Snape's face was gloomy and serious, revealing a faint worry.

"Dumbledore, are you sure we just have to watch from here? You know, that's..."

Principal Dumbledore waved his hand and interrupted Professor Snape, but he did not give an explanation. Instead, he seemed to be talking to another person, "Can you see it?"

……

Mochir, who was far away on the second basement floor of No. 12 Grimmauld Place in London, was surprised to hear this voice that seemed to be transmitted directly into his soul.

Learned another advanced derivative magic of Legilimency...

"I can hear you, Professor." Although this was just a "camera" sharing, Moqier felt inexplicably that this scene was a bit like having a video conference with his tutor in his previous life.

"It's good if you can hear it." Dumbledore's voice came over again, "Alastor should have told you something before, and I think you should also take a look at what Ms. Lily Potter did to Harry. Magic, this magic comes from the soul, but it goes far beyond the scope of the soul. I still haven’t figured it out. Today is a good opportunity..."

Mochir nodded. It was only then that he finally confirmed Dumbledore's purpose - he just wanted to see how the magic would work when Harry met the Dark Lord again, and what kind of magic it was. What magic.

"Okay, Professor." He responded obediently. Moqier was not stupid enough to act foolishly when a leader like this gave him a chance.

On the other side, Professor Snape also fell silent, and the entire room fell into silence. Everyone, including Mochir, was staring at the crystal ball.

To be honest, it feels like... watching a live broadcast.

……

The anchor had just gone online, and the screen showed a deep corridor—the fourth floor corridor of Hogwarts.

Hermione had been surrounded by snakes here.

But today's anchor is not Hermione. Like Ron Weasley, she can only be regarded as a special guest at best.

Tonight, Harry Potter is the star.

There was no opening greeting in the traditional sense of "Good evening, old man," and the three little ones didn't even know that the three professors were silently peeking at the screen.

"Haven't you guys thought it through yet?" Harry gasped as he walked away, "Hermione, didn't you tell me that the night you went to celebrate outside the school, Professor Cavendish brought back a dragon? Egg, but who would carry a dragon egg with them at all times, and who happens to meet Professor Cavendish who is short of dragon eggs in the laboratory?"

Harry rubbed his forehead, and the constant burning pain on it made his brain run several times faster than before.

His scar has been hurting for the past few days. Although this has happened before, it has never happened as frequently as it does now.

This made Harry even more convinced that Voldemort was back and was seeking the Philosopher's Stone placed in Hogwarts by Nico Flamel.

In fact, they tried to enter this door during the day, but were blocked by Professor McGonagall.

Now, they finally got what they wanted.

In order to get here, Hermione even cast a petrifying spell on Neville who stopped them.

Deng, Deng...

The sound of shoes treading lightly on the floor came from the shadows at the end of the corridor, and it seemed that there was more than one sound.

"Damn it!" Harry cursed secretly, and he quickly put his father's invisibility cloak that he received for Christmas on the three of them.

"Harry, there's no need for this..." Hermione was obviously much calmer than Harry, "They are the helpers I found."

Harry and Ron's eyes widened. They looked at each other and asked almost blurt out: "Hermione, where else can you find help?"

Hermione's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she almost asked in an extremely suppressed and angry voice: "Do you think that in such a big Hogwarts, I can only know you two? Why not?" Yes, do you think that just the three of us can pass a lot of magic spells arranged by the professors?"

After a pause, Hermione seemed to finally suppress her anger, "Come on, we need help!"

Obviously, this is already a mature Hermione.

Harry and Ron's momentum was like a deflated ball, but when they saw the person coming out of the shadows, the ball immediately inflated again.

By the way, Merlin, Hermione found... who are these people!

Autumn Zhang from Ravenclaw - Harry had never seen such a beautiful girl, and of course he agreed that this senior who was just a year older than him would join their small team.

But who is that behind?

It's Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin - she is a follower of Pansy's group, one of Harry's second most hated student groups!

Harry said angrily: "Hermione, why did you call the Slytherins here? Have you forgotten how Draco framed us before?"

Daphne was not as submissive as before. She chuckled and said, "Look, Hermione, the prejudices in people's hearts are like a big mountain."

She walked up to Harry and said charmingly: "Mr. Savior, I hate trouble the most. I usually follow Pansy just to reduce unnecessary trouble. You don't have to treat us as the same person. "

Harry glared at Daphne angrily. He felt really terrible now. How could there be such a shameless girl in the world? Even though he had already said that, she didn't quit on her own initiative, but instead insisted on sticking up. Come up!

Hermione also said, "I didn't expect Daphne to really come." She looked at Harry, "Harry, Daphne is my colleague in the legal department of Professor Cavendish's laboratory. We have done a lot of things together. , believe me, she is the smartest witch I have ever met."

"Smart?" Harry snorted noncommittally, "Smart people would come here in the middle of the night and break school rules with us? Is this a smart decision? If the professor catches us, we will be expelled. I can only fit three...four people under my cloak."

After Harry finished speaking, Qiu Zhang's expression became strange.

Daphne chuckled lightly, leaned into Harry's ear, and whispered: "I have my own judgment. And I think what we did tonight will not only not be punished, but we will benefit from it." . Do you want to make a bet?"

"H-L-B-T, sir."

She spoke word by word in Harry's ear, making Harry blush.