"What's wrong Ron?"
Harry hurried into the hall and saw Ron, who looked lonely, standing next to Hermione. He asked Hermione puzzledly what had happened and why Ron looked so shocked.
"He just got eliminated from the wizard card competition."
Hermione tried hard not to laugh out loud and simply told Harry how Ron had participated in the wizard card qualifying competition and was easily defeated by his opponent in a few moves.
Ron's wizard card skills are really bad. He was badly beaten by his opponent and now he has become autistic.
"Shut up, thanks."
Ron glared at Hermione unhappily. Being defeated three times in a row was indeed a big blow to his confidence.
"You can count the number of times you have played Wizard Cards on both hands. Why do you think you can beat those students who play Wizard Cards so often?" Ron's idea made Hermione laugh. It was simply a fantasy.
"Wizard cards and wizard chess are both games that require your brain..." Ron wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Harry.
"Okay, I have something to tell you."
Harry led the two out of the noisy hall and into an empty corridor, then stopped and told Hermione and Ron what he had just accidentally encountered.
When Harry heard that Snape had forced Quirrell in the classroom to tell them how to pass the level that protected the Philosopher's Stone, Hermione and Ron both looked uneasy.
"Are you sure?"
"Has Professor Quirrell really compromised?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
"It seems not yet, but I don't know how long Professor Quirrell can hold on." Harry's face was full of deep worry. "Perhaps, we should do something to prevent this from happening."
"But... we can't do anything." Hermione frowned even deeper, as if thinking about how to deal with this matter. She said to Harry: "Maybe we should go and have a good talk with Hagrid."
"Hagrid doesn't believe us," Ron warned.
The three of them fell silent.
yes!
Hagrid didn't believe that Snape would steal what Dumbledore hid, and didn't believe what they said at all, thinking that it was the three of them's prejudice against Snape.
Even though Harry, Hermione and Ron wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone before Snape, they had no way of getting past Hagrid's three-headed dog. If they forced their way in, they would only end up having their legs bitten off.
"How about we write a letter to the headmaster? Even if Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't want to believe it, he should be alert," Hermione suggested.
She knew very well that it was almost impossible for the three of them to stop Snape from stealing the Philosopher's Stone, and it would be more appropriate for Headmaster Dumbledore to step in.
"Who will write the letter?" Harry agreed. He didn't know whether Headmaster Dumbledore would be willing to believe the contents of their letter, but writing it was better than doing nothing.
"I don't think the principal will believe you."
A cold voice suddenly sounded behind them. The three of them were startled by the voice. When they turned around, they were met with Snape's gloomy and ugly face.
At this moment, the three people's hearts almost stopped beating.
"Potter, I am truly astonished at the thoughts in your head."
The corners of Snape's mouth curled up slightly as if he was mocking the three of them, "Maybe you should give it a try. Slandering a professor is enough for me to deduct 100 points from each of you."
"Sir, I think you are mistaken." Harry replied dryly: "We have never intended to slander any professor, and we will never do that."
"That would be great." Snape stared at Harry for a long time, and before turning away he said, "Don't let me get the chance."
"Harry, what should we do now?" Faced with Snape's threat, Ron was angry and uneasy.
Harry really wanted to write to Dumbledore, but he was hesitant now. If Gryffindor was really deducted a lot of points, they would not be able to beat Slytherin again. He also knew that many students in the school hoped that Gryffindor could beat Slytherin again, and he couldn't ruin it all.
At this moment, all three of them were confused.
In the end, Harry decided to write a letter to Dumbledore. The letter did not mention Snape, but said that someone in the school had set his eyes on the Philosopher's Stone and was asking around for the mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone.
Harry told Dumbledore everything he knew. Although it was only their guess, Harry believed that if he mentioned those things in the letter, the headmaster would be a little more vigilant anyway.
The letter was written by Hermione, because she had the best handwriting among the three.
Halfway to the Owlery, they met Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who looked ill and almost devoid of color.
Harry, Ron and Hermione all gave Professor Quirrell an encouraging smile, but they didn't know that their smiles made Quirrell a little confused.
Quirrell's health was indeed very bad. He was terminally ill and dying.
Since the last time Quirrell tried to create the Philosopher's Stone, he failed miserably.
Voldemort was furious at Quirrell's stupidity and punished him severely.
Voldemort is now getting stronger by sucking Quirrell's life force, but the price is that Quirrell himself will not live long.
He was really dying.
If Quirrell cannot get the Philosopher's Stone in the next period of time and use it to prolong his life, he will be dead.
Although the situation was very bad, Quirrell did not despair, he had found a way to get through the big dog, no, it should be said that he had found a way to deal with Hagrid.
This is all thanks to Albert. Yesterday, when discussing with the other party how wizards could face a fire dragon alone, Albert accidentally mentioned that Hagrid had always wanted to raise a dragon.
Since Hagrid was eager to raise a dragon, he could find a way to give Hagrid a dragon egg, and then get him drunk through some means. As long as he asked a little hint, he would definitely be able to find out how to deal with the three-headed dog.
Of course, he needed to be very careful not to let Hagrid know his identity.
Well, this one is easy.
"But what is this? Is this the reward for racking my brains every day to answer that annoying kid's questions?" Quirrell couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart.
He had just written a letter to a smuggler, prepared to spend a large sum of money to buy a dragon egg from him.
As long as he could get the Philosopher's Stone, he would never be short of Galleons. And if a person died, there was no use keeping the Galleons. So Quirrell was very generous. The two parties had reached an agreement. He only needed to wait patiently for a while, at most a month, and the smuggler would help him get a dragon egg from abroad.