The thrilling magical duel in Defense Against the Dark Arts Class had spread through every corner of Hogwarts like it had grown wings, at an astonishing speed.
Whether in the ancient, shadowy corridors, the bustling common rooms of the four houses, or even the remote corners of the Forbidden Forest, everyone knew that the Savior, Harry Potter, had defeated the incompetent Professor Quirrell.
When Dumbledore heard the news, he had been flipping through a spellbook.
His hand suddenly paused, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face. He slowly set down the book and looked through his half-moon spectacles at Headmistress Dilys, who had told him the news.
"Looks like the young Savior has given us another surprise," he murmured softly.
At that moment, Phineas Black, the most detestable headmaster in Hogwarts history, shrieked:
"This is nothing short of a disaster! An ill-mannered young wizard publicly defeated a professor in class. This is trampling on Hogwarts's order!"
In Headmistress Dilys's portrait, her gentle smile grew slightly stern. Her eyes were filled with disapproval as she refuted him in a soft yet firm voice:
"Phineas, you cannot say that. Harry displayed courage and wisdom. In the wizarding world, ability should never be constrained by status or seniority."
"That's right!" Aside from a small number of Slytherin headmasters, the other headmasters all thought highly of Gryffindor's Savior.
Even some of the Slytherin headmasters felt the same way.
Dumbledore finally reached a conclusion. "The potential of the young is limitless. We should be pleased by Harry's growth. However, Quirrell is injured and will need at least a month of rest. The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor is now vacant..."
At that moment, the door was forcefully shoved open with a bang, and Snape suddenly strode in. His usually gloomy face