The roar of the Dragon grew closer and closer.
Snape quietly moved away from the doorway, standing close to Dumbledore.
With a loud "boom".
Snape only saw a huge black shadow smash through the door frame and force its way in. Silan Prewett held his head high, like a knight heading to battle.
After squeezing through the door, Silan's gaze swept around the room.
Harry was confronting Quirrell, and apart from that, there was no one else in the huge room.
"Dumbledore should be hiding here right now," Silan thought.
The sound coming from there caught Harry and Quirrell's attention, and they both looked over.
In fact, even Dumbledore and Snape were drawn to him and were watching him discreetly.
"Silan!"
Harry shouted excitedly when he saw Silan, and his fear lessened considerably.
"Come here, Harry," Silan called to him.
Harry didn't hesitate and ran towards him.
Silan's appearance gave him immense courage.
In his eyes, Silan was both reliable and brave, and he could always trust anyone to do anything entrusted to him.
Everything will be alright as long as he shows up.
Snape frowned, staring in astonishment at Silan riding on the Dragon, and whispered to Dumbledore, "Is this also part of your plan?"
"No, it's not." Dumbledore also a little surprised.
Although Silan had already told him about Norbert, he was still somewhat surprised to see Silan appear riding a Dragon.
"Clearly, Harry has made some good friends." Dumbledore smiled at Snape. "Don't you think so, Severus?"
Snape responded to Dumbledore's words with only a heavy snort.
Silan patted Norbert on the neck.
He didn't need to say anything; Norbert understood immediately. He lunged forward, landed on all fours to get a running start, then spread his wings, took off, and charged towards Harry.
When Quirrell saw Silan, his face contorted into a ferocious expression, staring at Silan with a vicious and ugly glare.
"It's him again, it's him again!"
"Damn it, Prewett! Damn it, damn it!"
A voice filled with resentment echoed through the spacious, empty room, leaving Quirrell both angry and helpless.
When this Prewett interacted with him, he was always polite and courteous, addressing him respectfully as "Professor" at all times, unlike other junior wizards who were so rude to him.
But beneath this diligent, studious, gentle, and kind exterior lies endless treachery, cunning, and meticulous scheming.
If he hadn't been tricked, he probably would have already captured the Unicorn, drunk its blood, and restored the Dark Lord's strength.
Quirrell grew angrier and angrier, and started running toward Harry, trying to drag him back.
Unfortunately, what ran into him was Norbert's blazing Dragonfire.
Perhaps seeking revenge for what happened last night, Norbert now felt an intense rage whenever he saw Quirrell. As Quirrell ran toward him, Norber angrily opened his mouth and unleashed Dragonfire that he had been holding back for a long time.
A terrifying heat surged behind Harry, and the Dragonfire transformed into an extremely thick wall, blocking Quirrell's path.
Silan reached out and grabbed Harry. At the same time, he cast a Levitation Charm on him and gently pulled him onto the dragon's back.
"Thank you, Silan."
Harry, riding on the dragon's back, had to cling tightly to Silan out of fear of falling.
"Are you hurt?" Silan asked as a prelude.
Harry squinted, trying to see Quirrell surrounded by Dragonfire, and shook his head.
"So, did you get the Philosopher's Stone?" Silan asked the question she really wanted to ask.
Harry patted his pocket. "It's in my pocket."
Silan was relieved, as long as Quirrell hadn't gotten it.
Norbert flapped his wings and spun rapidly in the air, dodging Quirrell's attack and finishing him off with a Dragonfire.
The blazing Dragonfire, upon touching the ground, surged outwards, resembling a fiery rose when viewed from above.
Although the ground where Quirrell was standing had been almost completely melted by the Dragonfire, and he looked somewhat disheveled, it still didn't seem to have seriously injured him.
Silan couldn't help but think to herself, "Quirrell really is Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher; his shell is really thick."
"Damn it, Prewett, damn it!"
"Hypocritical and cunning Prewett, you deceived me, you deceived everyone!"
"You're a born Death Eaters!"
"I was so stupid, how could I have believed you!"
Quirrell's voice pierced through the layers of flames, echoing throughout the enormous room.
Snape frowned and asked, "What on earth is going on?"
Before Dumbledore answer Snape, Harry, on the dragon's back, shouted loudly.
"Shut up, Quirrell!"
"You have no idea what a good friend Silan is! You were fooled by him just because you wanted to use him to catch Unicorn."
"You're the filthiest, most stupid guy!" Harry glared angrily at Quirrell below. "I will never allow you to insult my friend!"
"Thanks, Harry, but I'm not as good as you say," Silan added at the opportune moment.
Quirrell immediately wore an expression as if he had just eaten a large bowl of flies.
Does Harry Potter not have a brain?
Can't he really see through Silan Prewett's true colors?
What an idiot!
"Aaaaaaah!"
Quirrell roared angrily, wildly swinging his wand at Silan and Harry.
Occasionally, the Spells would miss its mark and splash towards Dumbledore and Snape, who would then dodge it in perfect unison.
An enraged Quirrell attacked faster and faster, several Spells even grazing Harry's scalp.
"Do you want to watch any longer?" Snape asked, frowning.