The Hardest Thing to Scheme Against Is the Human Heart

Hermione in the Gryffindor Common Room was dumbfounded.

Harry and Ron immediately suggested going to the fourth floor to stop Snape.

As she listened, she felt an urge to cast a Stunning Spell on them.

No, she can't do that.

"Listen, Snape is not You-Know-Who!"

"How do you know?" Ron pouted. "He's acting all mysterious; he doesn't seem like a good person."

Although Harry didn't say anything, his facial expression conveyed the same meaning.

"You can't trust your first impressions."

Hermione looked a little anxious. "He might not be a good person, but he could never be You-Know-Who!"

"Why are you defending him?" Ron was already a little annoyed. "Whether Snape is the real Snape or not, we'll find out together."

Harry persisted in his idea, "How about we call Vincent over too?"

"His fighting skills are so good, we can distract Snape and that's it—"

"No way!" Hermione immediately rejected the plan. "You can't go to the fourth floor."

Ron started to get a little angry. "Why?"

"Going together is not allowed, and neither is going alone. Aren't you being too nosy?"

He regretted it as soon as he said it.

Harry's face was full of apology. "I'm sorry, Ron didn't mean it that way, he just—"

"I'm fine!" Hermione finally understood why Vincent had gone to such lengths.

She was certain that Harry had already told Ron about being selected for the Quidditch team.

Their target was Quirrell, who could escape right under Snape's nose, not the cowardly Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

To follow or not to follow?

Although Harry is a bit arrogant, he is still willing to listen to other people's opinions.

Ron is impulsive and always acts on his subjective impressions.

If they go to the fourth floor, they definitely won't be able to get past the Cerberus.

"I won't tell anyone, and I won't go with you."

Hermione made her choice.

Harry felt very guilty. "If we encounter any danger, we will come back immediately."

"Let's go." Ron's eyes darted around as he disappeared into the large hole leading out of the dormitory.

The corridor outside the Headmaster's Office.

Vincent's face was burning hot.

Dude, you seem to have misspoke.

George grinned and hugged him. "Oh dear, Hermione used to be such a busybody, but she's clearly very different now!"

"I'm not a god," Vincent, pretending to look at a map. "Professor Dumbledore made a mistake too."

"Human nature—" Fred shook his head and sighed.

Twins may seem like they always enjoy playing pranks, but that doesn't mean they're really innocent.

Vincent and Dumbledore were scheming against each other, all in order to help Harry grow.

But the price behind this is the students' personal safety.

It can't be said to be right, nor can it be said to be wrong.

"I really don't want to grow up." George waved to Hermione in the distance.

She was a little confused, "Don't you want to grow up?"

"Yes, I don't want to grow up." Cedric and Rolf both agreed.

"It's not like this happens every day." Vincent spread his hands and pointed to the name of the Two-Face on the map.

"Once we expose Quirrell, we can go back to normal school life, right?"

"That's right!" The twins perked up again.

Rolf's gloom vanished instantly. "No wonder Professor Dumbledore chose you."

Cedric declared confidently, "You should have chosen Hufflepuff when you were sorted."

Hermione, still a little confused, peered at the map and said, "Actually, I don't think growing up is a bad thing."

Hopefully, something like this won't happen again in the future.

Although Vincent was unsure, his expression was resolute. "It definitely won't happen."

"Quirrell is here."

The Two-Face slipped away quietly right under the professors' noses.

When Rolf saw one of the names in the large list in the Great Hall, he was suddenly astonished and his eyes widened.

"He actually dared to use the Imperius Curse on Anna!"

"Anna?" Cedric noticed the name before Dumbledore's.

"She was placed in the Forbidden Forest by my grandfather." Rolf's knuckles turned white from clenching his fists. "She is the last pair of Graphorn descendants living in America."

Vincent frowned as he recalled some unpleasant memories.

The hide of the Graphorn is so tough that it can withstand spells, and it has always been hunted by wizards.

If this creature in the Forbidden Forest were to suffer any damage, even Newt Scamander most good-natured Newt would probably fly into a rage.

"Professor Dumbledore is truly unreliable."

All six nodded in agreement, and then looked at each other with a knowing look.

"Still need to pretend?"

"No need, we are making a formal complaint this time."

"By the way, can this big guy be hidden using Disillusionment Charm?"

"Give it a try."

Quirrell climbed the stairs very quickly.

In less than five minutes, he had arrived at the Seventh Floor, where the entrance to the Headmaster's Office was located.

But upon seeing the dripping stone beast, he also noticed two very conspicuous red markings in the corridor.

The "x" probably means a trap.

"Quirinus, don't waste your time—"

Quirrell lifted his foot over the mark and stepped onto the floor behind it.

"Click—" A faint mechanical triggering sound rang out.

This feel,

This height,

It's obvious they've fallen into a trap!

Based on his years of experience teaching Muggle Studies, the unseen object his right foot was stepping on was very likely a landmine that would explode if released.

"Master, is anyone around here?"

"It's that Mudblood that's dried—"

Quirrell quickly pulled his wand from his pocket.

The entire corridor was quiet, without any sound.

He confidently pointed his wand at his right foot.

With magic around, what does it matter if you step on a landmine?

"Bang—"

As soon as the Alder Wand was aimed, a bright yellow bullet was fired.

To make matters worse, it grazed the staff.

"Ah—" Quirrell stomped hard on the landmine with his right foot.

The wand that had cost him almost all his savings was ruined by the same person.

"Wayne, was that you?!"

He roared hysterically, "Come out! Come out if you dare!"

Good evening, Professor Quirrell.

Vincent, having broken free of the Disillusionment Charm, stood next to the gargoyle, holding Enfield with a scope attached.

"So you knew all this!"

Quirrell had suspected that Snape was in cahoots with the man in front of him, but because the two had a previous, undisguised school war, he hadn't thought about it any further.

In retrospect, they must all be Dumbledore's men.

"It's not just me, it's them too." Vincent moved aside.

Five figures appeared in the cracked wall.

"Good, very good." Quirrell squeezed the Alder Wand with the Unicorn Hair protruding from it tightly.

Now that things have come to this, there's no need for him to keep pretending anymore.

"Master, I need your magic wand—"

Having received permission, his gaze began to wander among the six wands in front of him.

No matter who stands in his way, he is determined to go in, find the Sorcerer's Stone, and break free from Voldemort's control.