Could He Really Teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?

"You went to the Forbidden Forest last night?" Hermione slammed the book she was holding onto the long table in annoyance. "Why didn't you call me?"

Ron shrugged and, mimicking Hermione, adopted a high-pitched female voice.

"Don't bother me, I need to study now, or I'll fail my exam!"

"That's what you said." Ron shrugged.

Hermione sat down angrily and listened to the two of them talk about what happened last night.

Upon hearing Silan's name, Hermione couldn't sit still any longer. She jumped up and anxiously asked, "What happened to Silan?"

Ron and Harry chattered on about how Silan had fought the dark wizard on a dragon the night before. They concluded, "It's such a shame you didn't go! Fighting on Dragon was so cool!"

The anxious Hermione didn't care how cool it was to fight on a dragon; instead, she asked with concern, "Is Silan hurt?"

"Probably not." Ron tried to recall what happened last night. "He rode the dragon back to the castle later, while Norbert came back on his own."

"That's good." Hermione deflated like a punctured balloon and slumped back down.

"That dark wizard must be Quirrell. He called Silan away Defense Against the Dark Arts yesterday."

"Impossible." Ron took a bite of each chicken leg, one in each hand. "I bet it was Snape!"

Harry nodded in agreement.

Compared to the cowardly, stuttering, and pitiful Quirrell, Snape is more like a dark wizard.

Please, almost his entire body, except for his face, is black.

"But why would he hurt Silan?" Hermione thought for a moment, then shook her head and asked.

Ron finished his chicken leg and took a sip of Pumpkin Juice: "Who knows? Maybe he wants Silan to help him tame Fluffy and get the Philosopher's Stone through the Trapdoor."

"Fluffy... I've got it!"

Harry suddenly screamed, startling the two of them.

When Ron and Hermione looked at him, Harry glanced around warily and lowered his voice.

"Think about it, Hagrid's biggest wish is to get a Dragon."

"He mentioned before that when he went for a drink, a stranger happened to be carrying a dragon egg and just happened to lose to him. Hagrid is so lucky!"

"You mean that the stranger with the dragon egg deliberately lost to Hagrid? And then tricked him into giving him a way to Fluffy Hagrid?" Hermione quickly figured it out.

It seems everyone knows Hagrid is tight-lipped.

Ron stopped eating the plate of chicken legs in front of him and said with a serious expression, "This stranger is very likely Snape!"

"Or Voldemort," Harry added.

"Then Snape is probably going to make his move on the Philosopher's Stone."

"We must find Dumbledore, the sooner the better. Hopefully, Dumbledore will believe us."

This guess made the three of them immediately take action and head out of the Great Hall. But as soon as they reached the stairwell, they saw Professor McGonagall leading Silan towards them.

"Are you feeling better, child?"

"If you still feel unwell, you'd better go to the Hospital Wing and have Madam Pomfrey take a look."

Professor McGonagall noticed the three people rushing up the stairs and frowned, asking, "Where are you all in such a hurry to go?"

"We want to see Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said, her gaze fixed on Silan.

Seeing his pale face, Hermione felt both angry and heartbroken.

Why do both Snape and Quirrell always bother Silan? Silan has never provoked them.

"Want to see Professor Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall repeated Hermione's words and asked, "Why?"

"It's a secret," Harry said.

This made Professor McGonagall a little angry.

Why can't these kids just say what they mean like Silan does?

With such vague statements, who knows if you're joking or if something really happened?

"Professor Dumbledore is not here," Professor McGonagall said coldly. "He received an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic and immediately flew to London."

Not here?

Silan inwardly curled his lip.

Dumbledore is definitely still at Hogwarts; Quirrell's little trick of diverting attention won't fool him.

However, in order for his carefully planned drama to proceed smoothly, Dumbledore had to put on a show. Quirrell wouldn't dare to act rashly while he was at Hogwarts.

The director of this scene Dumbledore, remained behind the scenes, observing everyone's reactions.

Silan has now officially taken center stage, but there's no need for him to compete with Harry for the lead role in this play.

All he has to do is fan the flames and profit from it.

Although Silan was aware of this, it was clearly somewhat unexpected for Harry.

Harry grew anxious.

With Dumbledore gone, isn't this the perfect opportunity for Snape to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone?

If Snape gets the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort will return, and he will surely raze Hogwarts to the ground and kill Dumbledore and everyone else.

Or simply turn Hogwarts into a school that exclusively teaches Dark Magic.

The professor was, of course, Voldemort himself.

Would he also teach Defense Against the Dark Magic?

These wild guesses left Harry completely bewildered, and he spoke much faster, "He's gone? At this time?"

"Professor Dumbledore busy and his time is very precious. He is a truly remarkable wizard..."

"But this is very important!" Harry interrupted Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry with a hint of displeasure behind her glasses. "Is what you're about to say more important than the Ministry of Magic?"

"Alright, kids, don't worry."

"Trust Dumbledore, he'll be back soon. Whatever you need to say, wait until he gets back." Professor McGonagall patted Silan on the shoulder. "If you have time, spend some time with your friend. He's been through something quite traumatized lately."

Silan, who had been silent until now, spoke up at the opportune moment, "Professor McGonagall, thank you, I'm alright now."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Don't push yourself. If you feel unwell, go to the Hospital Wing. I've already spoken to Madam Pomfrey; she'll take good care of you, understand?"

"Okay, Professor, don't worry." Silan nodded obediently.

After Professor McGonagall left, Silan was hesitating about how to bring it up to Harry when she saw Neville tumbling down the stairs.

"Thank God! It's you guys." Neville said, still shaken. "That really scared me to death."