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After breakfast, the students went to class as usual, but the incident about Harry Potter's fainting still caused an uproar.

Although the students appeared to be honest in class, in fact they were itching inside and wished they could run out of class time so they could go to the infirmary to watch the excitement.

Not to mention the students, even Snape, who was in class, was particularly out of shape today.He felt that he was not caring about Potter, but that he felt nostalgic when he thought of Harry's green eyes.

Falling flowers, flowing water, everything will eventually become an old friend!

When the news reached Dumbledore's ears, he rushed to the infirmary without stopping.

I just happened to witness Madam Pomfrey’s magical potions and superb medical skills.

The head nurse of Hogwarts held Harry's neck with one hand and poured the potion into his mouth with the other.

I don't know if it was a miracle that happened, or if the potion that Madam Pomfrey prepared ten years ago was invincible, but Harry woke up as soon as the potion was in his mouth.

If we put aside Harry's reaction of coughing and vomiting like crazy, I have to say that the head nurse's potion is really good!

Dumbledore was relieved to see that Harry was fine.

"Well... I can't say that it's completely fine. He still needs to be observed."

Obviously, the head nurse in charge rejected Dumbledore's judgment of Harry out of the attitude of being responsible for the patient.

Where do we need to continue to observe?Harry knew in his heart that he was pretending. He was not sick in the first place, and he was still taking medicine for no reason. How could this be okay?

If he stayed here any longer, God knew what illness Pomfrey would find in him?

So, if you beat yourself to death...oh no, if you beat yourself to death, don't stay in the infirmary anymore.

"Professor, since I'm fine, as a student I should go back to class."

Dumbledore and Pomfrey still wanted to persuade him, but after Harry's argument, his arm finally twisted across his thigh once, and Harry left the infirmary as he wished.

"It turns out that the infirmary can be hell!"

Harry muttered.

Dumbledore, who was walking with his head held high, didn't pay attention and asked, "What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing... Oh, by the way, Professor."

Harry denied it, then suddenly remembered something and said to Dumbledore excitedly.

"What else do you want, Harry?"

So, Harry began to complain to Dumbledore about what happened this morning.

"This is a premeditated slander. He must be trying to retaliate against me."

Dumbledore certainly knew who Harry was referring to by "him", but he didn't think Hughes would do this.

"Why? Why does he want to take revenge on you?"

Harry replied matter-of-factly: "Of course it's because of what happened in the hall last time!"

Dumbledore didn't know how to explain to him. Hughes didn't like him at all, so naturally he didn't care about his trivial things.

Therefore, he had no choice but to tell the truth.

"I don't think he cares about what happened between you and Ron at all. On the contrary, you said that he slandered you. Did he forge the test papers?"

In this minute, Harry felt like he was being chatted to death.

I complained from the bottom of my heart: "I can't tell that this bad old man like you is still a chat terminator!"

This was embarrassing, and the truth Dumbledore told was brutal.

Harry thought back to the fact that after that incident Hughes had indeed acted indifferently, as if nothing had happened.

As for the content of the test paper, could Harry not know how many turtles he had drawn on the test paper?

During this period, Harry complained a bit too much, and Dumbledore became increasingly dissatisfied with him.But thinking about using Harry to deal with "Old Tom" in the future, he had to find a way to help Harry gather his partners.

So under his hint, Harry felt that if Hughes didn't let him play, he could form a student club on his own!

Harry's passion was rekindled, and for a long time, he was busy planning, promoting, promoting, and attracting people...

But he couldn't recruit anyone at all.

At first, others thought Harry was going to set up a club like the Lighthouse of Wisdom, and he showed great interest in it.

Until they started asking, do you have a badge or uniform?What magic is inscribed on the badge?After joining, can I drink in front of other students?

He couldn't answer any of these questions. When did it cost so much to open a society?

He went to inquire and found out that the Lighthouse Society spent several thousand gold galleons to produce seven badges.Some insiders said that it doesn’t matter, there are no connections, and a lot of materials may not be available even if you have money.

So how could anyone else join his little gang?

Since he couldn't recruit anyone, Ron encouraged him to pull the tiger's skin and raise the flag.

"How about we recruit students in Dumbledore's name? Just say he wants to form his own professors club."

"Is this really okay?"

"Of course it can be done. Who is Dumbledore? That is the greatest wizard of this century!"

Although he was confused, Harry had already begun to think about how to use the principal's reputation to attract people.

Learning from previous lessons, Harry carried out moral kidnapping in the name of unity, starting with his own dormitory, where Neville and Seamus were forcibly pulled in, then his teammates on the Quidditch team, and finally Gryffindor. Academy.

Only then did some people be recruited, because in the name of Dumbledore, Harry had to bite the bullet and find Dumbledore.

Dumbledore originally planned to let him teach in person, so he agreed smoothly.

Harry was overjoyed, but he didn't know that all this was a script planned by the old man.

As a result, Dumbledore's Army, which was originally supposed to be formed in Harry's fifth year, appeared early.

After a period of personal training by Dumbledore, Harry was extremely confident.As everyone knows, this is a bitter experience for Old Deng. He had already expected a lot of Harry's strength, but he never expected that Harry would actually find this level, not like a normal first-year student at all.

"I haven't mastered what I need to master in class, so now I have to give them cram schools."

"What's the point?"

"Let's talk about tutoring! Not all of Deng Jun's students have such a poor foundation as him, and their personal progress is different. Giving them tutoring classes every night is really exhausting me."

During the daytime break, Dumbledore, who had finally gotten some rest, was complaining about Harry and Deng Jun to his old buddy Fox in the office.

At this moment, he didn't know that the person he was complaining about had already swelled to the sky.

Harry and Ron were walking down the aisle and happened to pass Hughes and Geordie.

Harry suddenly raised his voice and said to Ron: "Hey~"

"Are you going to learn that magic today?"

"What a headache!"

"Now I have to go to class during the day and receive tutoring from the most powerful wizard in the world at night. I feel like I don't have enough time."

……

Ron's eardrums hurt!He quickly turned his head and covered his ears with his hands.

"What the hell are you doing? If you want to talk, just say it properly. Why are you suddenly raising your voice?"

He was caught off guard by his brother's sudden loud voice.

how to say?

Jody is also a 15-year-old boy, and he can see the purpose behind Harry's childish behavior at a glance.

What's more, Hughes, a man who has lived in two lives, experienced life and death several times, created a pocket space, and cultivated the Dark Night Knights!

Jodi, who was passing by, simply glanced at Harry from the corner of his eye, while Hughes stared straight ahead from beginning to end, ignoring his behavior.

They originally wanted to show off, so Harry was naturally paying attention to their every move. However, Hughes showed his disregard to the fullest, making Harry feel that he had finally punched, but it hit the cotton.

Of course, Harry didn't give up so easily.Since Nasius has no choice, isn't there someone else?

Pick the soft persimmons!

The soft persimmons were already there, and the way Draco licked his face and wanted to join in was still fresh in Harry's memory.

So Harry changed goals.Whenever he had the opportunity, he compared the Deng Army he had formed with the Beacon of Wisdom in front of Draco.

At first, when Draco was provoked, he found it funny to see Harry's complacent and eccentric look.After all, things about inherited magic must be kept secret outside the society's activity room.

But anything is too much, and the first-year courses of the two colleges overlap a lot, so there are more opportunities for Harry to show off.

Although Harry behaves like an ignorant clown, if it happens too often, anyone will find it annoying.

Therefore, when Draco brought these things to the society to talk about it, other members were filled with anger and wanted to give Harry some color.

But Hughes stopped them.

Emma is still so bad at hiding her emotions, "Why?"

"Brother, are we just going to let him continue to run rampant in the castle?"

"Flies don't stare at people, but they are also disgusting!"

Others heard it and thought that was the case.

As a result, with just one sentence, Hughes dispelled their anger and made their minds suddenly brighter, and even their life realm was greatly improved.

"When have you ever seen an adult argue with a child?"

It was Master Ban's famous saying that Hughes borrowed.

Comparing Wisdom Lighthouse with the so-called Deng Jun is inherently bullying. Lighthouse Society is an adult, while Deng Jun is a child.

Deng Jun's signature is just "Dumbledore's online homework tutoring". No matter how strong old Deng is, he can only jump in the well of the wizarding world.

Since they have joined the Lighthouse Society, their vision and future cannot be accommodated by the well of the wizarding world.

Besides, how long have they been joining the Lighthouse Society now?Their strength surpasses that of their peers, so aren't they equivalent to adults to Harry and others?

Seeing that everyone was thinking about Master Ban's famous sayings and their expressions were changing, Hughes asked at the right time: "So, can you please be noble and let those children go?"

Everyone recalled their previous attitudes and couldn't help but feel ashamed. How could they be so easily angered? What was the difference between them and the childish Harry Potter?

Emma looked up like a proud little swan and said: "Huh!"

"Forget it this time, I, the magical girl, will not argue with that little brat."

Her arrogant look amused Hughes.Hughes chuckled and gave her a slap on the head.Penelo's heart and body trembled when he saw it, "Ah! So loving, gentle Master Hughes, full of a different kind of charm."

……

The small conflicts between students brought some different rhythms to the old castle of Hogwarts.

However, there are corners of the ancient castle where the sun does not shine, where conspiracy and darkness breed.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the second floor, and Quirrell's office is on the third floor, but now he is lingering in the basement.

It can be seen that he is very confused at the moment.

"Quirrell, start moving."

"But if my master does this, I'm afraid he will alert others and even directly expose us."

Faced with Quirrell's cowardice, Voldemort cursed angrily: "I don't care! What I want is to alert the enemy. You coward, you'd better raise your eyebrows."

It was as if there was a weight of gold on the back of his head, which made Quirrell stoop in an exaggerated shape.

Seeing that Quirrell was frightened, Voldemort sighed and then patiently explained: "Quillo, remember this."

"Excellent hunters often appear in the form of prey!"

"Dumbledore and I both knew each other's situation and plans. He knew that my entering Hogwarts was the inevitable result of him using the Sorcerer's Stone to set up a trap. He knew that I would definitely step in."

"And I know that in order to let me fall into the trap, he will definitely 'compromise'. This is a conspiracy, this is a condition of exchange... Forget it, you won't understand no matter how much I say, being a good executor is enough. "

"..."

Voldemort decided to take a desperate risk, and it can be said that the cause of all this was because of Hughes.

Previously, Death Eaters were hunting unicorns in the Forbidden Forest and were stopped by Hughes. However, the Death Eaters still helped their master purchase a lot of unicorn blood through the black market.

The world is so big, and unicorns are not unique to the Forbidden Forest.

But the holy blood that carries the curse will eventually run out. After getting used to the false strength brought by unicorn blood, how can Voldemort endure the weakness of his soul that dissipates day by day?

Therefore, Voldemort decided to speed up the pace of stealing the Philosopher's Stone.With repeated urging from the back of his head, Quirrell chose this thunderstorm weather to release the troll.

During lunch time in the evening, Professor Quirrell stumbled into the lobby from the back door.

"Troll!"

"There's a troll!"

The word "troll" was like a sensitive word that instantly silenced the entire lively hall. Of course, it was also possible that Quirrell's panicked praise frightened the students.

Because of Voldemort's curse, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts has never been very good, so even senior students only know that trolls are not easy to mess with from the textbook descriptions, and have no real understanding of trolls.

"A troll came out of the basement!"

Quirrell's words made the professors in the restaurant stand suddenly or look serious. Teachers and students stared at him, as if they could not bear the pressure. Quirrell fell unconscious with a bang.

Harry asked Ron in a low voice: "Is a 'troll' something embarrassing? It can actually make a professor 'faint'."

Farewell to passing out, Harry remembered his "clever move".

Ron didn't understand what was going on and looked at him strangely, then bumped heads with him and whispered, "Trolls are a kind of spirit that you absolutely don't want to meet. Although they are silly, they are extremely powerful."

As a professor, McGonagall is undoubtedly the most conscientious one among professors.The students screamed because Quirrell fainted, and the situation was chaotic. However, McGonagall immediately stabilized the situation and asked the prefects to take the students back to the lounge.

Hughes, who was watching everything happening, was filled with doubts.

Logically speaking, trolls and the like are really not a wizard's cup of tea.

In order to complete Dumbledore's trap, all the trolls in Hogwarts were captured by Quirrell himself. Hughes couldn't understand why Quirrell was so panicked that he fainted because of an escaped troll.

Quirrell fell to the ground, and no one came forward to help him.

Hughes thought to himself: "Professor Quirrell, your acting skills are so bad...is it really okay?"

At this moment, he felt a little sorry for Voldemort. His subordinates all had such qualities. It was really not easy for "Old Tom" to be able to intimidate the wizarding world.

In fact, not only Hughes thought about Quirrell so much, but Snape, a two-faced man who was kept in the dark, also felt that Quirrell's performance was absurd, and absurdity meant that there was something fishy in it.

Dumbledore's expression was serious, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't make any movement. After Quirrell fell to the ground, he sat down carelessly.

Voldemort may have lost his mind because of his incomplete soul, and was unable to complain about Quirrell's behavior.

Hughes also followed the main force and returned to the lounge.

In the castle, one thing or another happened day after day, which really made him feel a little bored.

"Dumbledore is moving too slowly... I have to solve these trivial matters quickly so that I can go to school with peace of mind."

After all the students were gone, Quirrell climbed up from the floor with difficulty, as if he had worked hard for twenty hours the day before and forced himself to get up to work before dawn this morning.

After Quirrell stood up like a zombie, Dumbledore asked the professors involved in setting up the trap levels to check the conditions of their respective levels.

"I want to check the trap. Quirrell, you can put your troll away later."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore!"

Quirrell humbly agreed, and then followed the other professors to the trap entrance.

"Well done, Quirrell!"

"That's the effect I wanted, to follow them and know what they all used to set up the level."

Quirrell's head was wrapped in a long and smelly turban, and he walked at the end, so only Quirrell heard Voldemort's soft compliments.

"Thank you my master, but these are what I should do."

Quirrell responded quietly.