"What are you planning to do?" Hermione Granger asked. "Drink another bottle of Polyjuice Potion?"
"..."
The moment Harry heard that, he thought of the time he had spent as a girl.
"No. Better not," Harry said. He was practically developing PTSD over Polyjuice Potion.
What scared him most was not that turning into a girl was embarrassing or anything, but that after the past half month, he had actually become not all that resistant to living as a girl.
It was terrifying. It was truly terrifying.
He was afraid that if it happened again, he might really never come back from it.
"And even if I turn into some professor, Quirrell may not dare say anything. He seems terribly afraid of Severus Snape."
"Then..."
"We have no choice but to use our last resort," Harry said, looking at Tom. "We have to get the Philosopher's Stone before he does."
Still, saying that was one thing. They did not dare charge through the trapdoor right now.
They could not even get past the first obstacle.
That three-headed dog would not care whether they were good people or Death Eaters when it bit them.
They still had to get some information out of Hagrid first.
As it happened, Hagrid seemed to have gotten himself a little dragon. If they used looking after the baby dragon as an excuse to visit often, he would not suspect them.
While Harry and the others were grinding Hagrid's favorability, Murphy was not idle either. He kept feeding Tom and Hermione Granger high school math problems.
The other professors' traps did not matter. In the original story, they had been able to get through them, so they definitely could this time too. But his own trap had never been tested.
Although when he set it