"That's what it is, Headmaster."
Flitwick Standing in front of his desk, the little professor who always smiles looks very serious at the moment.
"Mr. Potter saw with his own eyes last night that Quirrell came back from outside the castle late at night. He was very weak at the time, and his condition improved after drinking a silver liquid."
"And today, we found Tracking Magic artificially imposed on the injured Unicorn."
Dumbledore was sitting behind the table. Hearing this, his folded fingers moved slightly.
"Unicorn How is it now?"
"The wound has been treated and Hagrid is taking care of it."
"I cleared Tracking Magic and put up protection around the shed." Flitwick paused for a moment, "However, the caster may have noticed it."
Next to Fireplace, Professor McGonagall frowned.
"Albus, we can't let things go on any longer. Since that person left Tracking Magic, he obviously has no intention of letting it go."
"Besides, he probably knows now that someone has discovered his little secret."
Snape leaned against the bookshelf, his black eyes narrowed slightly.
Dumbledore did not answer immediately.
He looked at Parchment on the table and thought about the details Flitwick just mentioned.
That may not be enough for them to convict a colleague, but it's enough for them to take action.
"Then, let's use the simplest method."
Dumbledore raised his head and looked at several professors.
"Quirrell is invited to attend an impromptu staff meeting. It is here to discuss recent campus security issues."
Sometimes, the simplest approach is the most effective.
Invite Quirrell and subdue him.
Maybe it's that simple.
McGonagall soon understood.
"We will all be there when the time comes."
"Yes. There are some issues for which we need to hear his own explanation." Dumbledore nodded lightly, "If he is indeed related to these things, we can also control him immediately."
"I will arrange restrictions in advance Magic." Flitwick said, "At least, he cannot be allowed to cast spells here at will."
McGonagall also nodded and began to think about the preparations that needed to be made.
Snape did not answer immediately, his eyes still rested on Dumbledore.
"What if he doesn't come?"
"I hope he will cooperate."
Dumbledore answered calmly, then reached out and took the quill.
"This way, we have a chance to figure things out without disturbing the students."
McGonagall's pursed lips finally relaxed a little.
The quill stroked lightly on the paper, and soon an invitation letter was written.
Dumbledore folded it and handed it to House-elf who appeared in response.
"Please give it to Professor Quirrell. Tell him that he must attend on time."
In the Quirrell office, the fire in Fireplace is burning brightly.
Quirrell was sitting on a high-backed chair and had not moved for a long time, but his eyes were always on the fire.
The firewood occasionally made a slight crackling sound.
The firelight illuminated his pale face and made his eyes flicker.
Quirrell raised his hand and lightly touched the edge of the purple headscarf.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
He turned his head and did not respond immediately. It was not until another gentle greeting came from outside that he arched his shoulders again.
"Please, please come in."
The door was pushed open, and a House-elf came in holding a Parchment, bending towards him respectfully.
"Professor Quirrell, Headmaster Dumbledore asked House-elf to send it."
"G-Give it to me?"
"Yes. Headmaster please go to Headmaster's Office during dinner tonight to attend the temporary staff meeting."
He put the letter on the table and added seriously, "Please be sure to attend on time."
Quirrell looked at the folded Parchment, and after a while, he nodded slightly.
"I understand. You, you can go."
House-elf saluted and quickly exited the room.
When the door was closed again, Quirrell was still sitting in the chair and did not immediately go to get the letter.
A few more sparks exploded in Fireplace, and then he stretched out his hand and unfolded Parchment.
It is indeed the handwriting of Dumbledore.
The content of the invitation was very concise, with the time and location clearly stated. As for the content of the meeting, it was about campus safety matters during the Christmas vacation.
Quirrell read that line of words again.
If this letter had been sent a day earlier, he might not have felt there was any problem.
But it happened that after Tracking Magic was cleared, Dumbledore suddenly remembered that he needed to hold an impromptu meeting.
What a coincidence.
He didn't know how much the other party had mastered, and he didn't know what kind of meeting was waiting for him tonight.
But at least, he cannot regard this invitation as an ordinary work arrangement.
Quirrell slowly put down Parchment. The fire was still beating under his eyes, but the light reflected gradually became colder.
After a while, he stood up, smoothed his sleeves, and carefully arranged his turban.
The originally rickety shoulders and back straightened little by little with this movement.
He picked up his wand and turned towards the door.
The politely worded invitation was left on the table.
During dinner time, Great Hall was much deserted than usual.
The lights on the Christmas tree were still on, and several students who were staying at school were sitting at the long table, chatting in low voices.
Harry, Ron and Draco chose an empty seat, and the hot food was quickly placed in front of them.
Ron gave himself a big spoonful of potatoes and was about to taste the barbecue next to him when a soft hum suddenly came from the other side.
"It seems that I came back in time."
Draco gracefully cut off a small piece of steak, swallowed it slowly, and then looked up at the two of them.
"Just go home and spend some time Christmas, but you have caused so many things."
She shook her head, as if it was a headache.
"I really don't know what the two of you would do without me here~"
Ron The fork in his hand stopped.
He looked at Draco, then at Harry next to him, and felt that he needed to remind her.
"Wait a minute, Malfoy. It seems we discovered this first, right?"
"My lady didn't say otherwise."
"Harry was the one who discovered something was wrong with Quirrell. It was the two of us who went to find Hagrid. It was also the two of us who discovered Unicorn." Ron told her one by one, "You just came back when we were about to go find Professor Flitwick."
Draco After listening, he nodded very naturally.
"So, didn't I catch up in time?"
"But we were going!"
"So what? I'm going too."
Ron opened his mouth, but he was actually frightened by her confident aura.
She did go.
But this is obviously not the same thing as what she said!
"You can't just take all the credit on yourself just because you came back, right?"
"Weasley, I didn't say that."
Draco picked up the cup and spoke in a very calm tone.
"I just think you need a little supervision."
Harry lowered his head and cut the barbecue, trying hard to look serious. He could already guess what Ron's reaction would be next.
Sure enough, the red-haired boy immediately turned to him.
"Harry, tell her quickly! This matter was obviously done by us Gryffindor Twin Stars!"
"Uh--"
"Okay, Weasley." Draco put the cup back on the table and glanced lightly at his plate. "Eat your potatoes."
Ron's voice suddenly stopped. He slowly turned his head, and the expression on his face changed accordingly.
"... Potatoes?"
The girl looked at him, with a smile that couldn't be hidden in her gray-green eyes.
"Why, don't you like the gift Christmas received?"
"Malfoy!" Ron stood up suddenly. "You still have the nerve to mention that potato?"
Harry quickly held onto the affected tableware and smiled at the students who were looking nearby.
Ron lowered his voice, but his face turned red.
"There was a ribbon tied on the outside, and I took it apart carefully for a long time! As a result, there was just a potato inside!"
"Isn't the packaging good-looking?"
"Is this a packaging problem?!"
"It seems that you are very satisfied with the packaging." Draco nodded, as if he finally got a happy answer.
Harry was about to take a sip of Pumpkin Juice, but seeing this, he silently put the cup back.
"That's not what I meant!" Ron took a deep breath and tried to speak clearly, "That's a Christmas gift, Malfoy. Who would have thought that after opening it, it would turn out to be a potato?"
"Didn't I prepare candies?"
"Candy isn't important! Potatoes are important!"
Harry finally laughed out loud. Ron immediately looked at him, his expression full of disbelief.
"Harry! Even you laugh!"
"Sorry, Ron." Harry smiled and gestured for him to sit down, "I just remembered your expression when you opened the gift."
"Very good, I remember it too."
Ron sat back on the chair, looked at Harry, and then looked at Draco opposite.
"Next time Christmas, I will definitely prepare a special gift for you. Don't worry, I will also tie the ribbon carefully."
"That lady is looking forward to it."
Draco picked up the table knife nonchalantly, but the corners of his mouth became more obvious.
Ron Looking at her appearance, she felt that her words just now seemed not threatening at all.
Harry wiped the corners of his eyes and finally managed to hold back his smile.
"However, the relationship between you two does seem to be much better than before."
"Who has a good relationship with her?!"
"Who has a good relationship with him?!"
Two voices sounded almost at the same time.
Ron and Draco glanced at each other and turned their heads in unison. The disgust on their faces was very similar.
Harry saw it in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth began to rise again.
"Idiot Potter, don't get me wrong!"
Draco raised his chin and was about to explain, but Ron had already come over.
"Harry, listen to me. I was just trying to reason with her!"
"I understand, I understand."
Harry nodded very seriously, but the smile on his face was really not very convincing.
Ron looked at him and finally swallowed the rest of his words.
Forget it, just laugh.
Some time ago, Harry was not so relaxed.
Especially when he returned to the dormitory in the middle of the night and saw his appearance, Ron still remembers it to this day.
Although we see each other every day, Harry seemed to have not seen him for a long time.
Ron doesn't know what he went through outside.
However, there are some things that Harry doesn't want to talk about for the time being, and he won't ask after them. It can still be done by eating with him or playing chess with him.
At least for now, Harry looks much better.
Thinking of this, Ron finally picked up the fork and put the long-standing piece of barbecue into his mouth.
"Harry, after dinner, go back to the common room and play chess?"
"Didn't you say yesterday that you should go to bed early after dinner?"
"That was yesterday. Besides, it's still early." Ron answered confidently
Harry smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Opposite me, Draco snorted softly.
"Eat and play chess. Don't you two Gryffindor have anything else to do?"
"So Miss Malfoy, what are your plans tonight?"
Harry turned to look at her, with a smile in his tone.
Draco was about to answer, but suddenly stopped again.
Goyle and Crabbe haven't come back yet, so she really hasn't thought about it. If possible, she would like to stay with Potter for a while.
But Weasley is still there!
How could you say such a thing in front of him?
Draco pursed his lips and tried to restore his usual arrogant expression.
"Why do I need to tell you my arrangement, young lady?"
The girl lowered her head again and cut into the steak on the plate.
That very busy look made Harry couldn't help but take another look.
Draco noticed his gaze and immediately raised his head.
"Potter?"
"Nothing." Harry smiled and shook his head, "I just feel that today's dinner seems to be more lively than usual."
The girl was startled for a moment.
I see, Potter is saying that without me here, even dinner becomes boring?
Draco quietly raised his chin, and then hummed softly.
And Ron has already begun to think about what to put in Malfoy's gift box next year.
Every time he thought of one, he felt unsatisfied, so he had to add a piece of meat to himself first.
Harry looked at him, then at the girl opposite, and finally relaxed slowly.
During this time, there were too many things in his mind.
One thing comes after another, and it's hard not to think about it even when you sit down to eat.
However, things are different now.
Professor Flitwick personally inspected Unicorn and immediately went to find Dumbledore.
Next, just leave it to them.
Dumbledore is among Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Snape. Winning Quirrell is not just a matter of holding it in hand.
Thinking of this, Harry leaned back in his chair comfortably.
Draco just raised his hand to brush aside the hanging blond hair, and the cuffs slid down a little.
His gaze stayed for a moment, and then he subconsciously touched Silver Feather on his chest.
A familiar coolness came from my fingertips.
This time, he just touched it lightly, then naturally retracted his hand and picked up the fork again.
Ron is next to you, and Draco is also back.
When Hermione finishes his vacation, they can sit together again and study those interesting Charms.
As for yourself, go to class on time, practice well, and become Ten Mile Slope no, Hogwarts Sword God.
Occasionally listening to Ron's complaints and teasing Miss Malfoy, it makes me happy to think about days like this.
He is a first-year student and will be fine if he develops in an honest way.
Harry breathed out gently, even the remaining barbecue on the plate looked much more attractive than before.
The years are quiet, that's probably it.
He was about to take another sip of Pumpkin Juice--
Boom--!!!
A deafening loud noise suddenly came from outside the castle!
The stone bricks under my feet suddenly shook, and the tableware on the table jumped up.
Harry's fork is still in mid-air, but his body has turned to the high window.
Outside the window, a jet-black magic suddenly exploded, surging through the dusk.
Isn't it?! I just set the flag!