Dumbledore made it clear to him: the Wizarding World might seem safe now, but it was actually very dangerous, and that danger would arrive within a few years. He also said Will could come to him about anything, especially matters involving his studies.
Will knew what Dumbledore meant. Voldemort would return. What he didn't understand was why Dumbledore had come to him. Had Harry fallen and hit his head, leaving him unable to fulfill his destiny of fighting Voldemort?
Will had yet to realize that Dumbledore wanted to draw him into the plan too. After all, Dumbledore hadn't said anything outright.
In the original timeline, Dumbledore had always devoted himself to cultivating Harry. It hadn't occurred to Will that he might make a backup plan.
"Be careful of Quirrell, my boy," Dumbledore said as he left.
The warning proved unnecessary. A few days later, Will ran into Quirrell—or rather, Quirrell came to intercept him.
Will began to suspect he was being set up. Why did he always run into them when he was about to eat? Last time it was Dumbledore; this time it was Quirrell.
Quirrell's behavior was suspicious. He was lingering near the entrance to the Kitchens, and Will doubted he was there for a late-night snack, especially when his eyes lit up at the sight of Will.
Will had no choice but to steel himself and greet him.
"Good evening, Professor. Is something the matter?"
"Mr. Behrens, I'd like to talk to you." Quirrell didn't stutter. A broad smile spread across his face.
Will immediately had a bad feeling.
"Professor, it's getting rather late—"
"Mr. Behrens, I can see you're a clever boy who seeks knowledge. I won't let you lose out. Besides, you've always gotten along well with your professors, haven't you?" Quirrell pressed closer with