He looked at Harry, his eyes questioning.

Harry nodded. "Quirrel, and Voldemort."

Hagrid began to tremble, his eyes filled with fear.

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore put the cup down.

Harry raised his hand and touched the scar on his forehead: "It hurt when he cast the Killing Curse on me."

"I also heard and even saw many things."

There was a flash of surprise in Dumbledore's eyes.

"My parents' voices, another killing curse, and a red-haired figure, these must have happened that night." Harry continued, "Maybe you should know something?"

Dumbledore comforted him: "Perhaps it is just too similar and reminds you of something..."

"Dumbledore!" Harry interrupted him, emphasizing, "You've talked to me twice, and you're still treating me like a fool?"

"Perhaps you should go to the Gryffindor common room and tell the little wizards your fairy-tale adventure stories to put them to sleep. You are really good at lying to children."

"I don't want to hear nonsense, I need a reason."

"This is clearly not normal."

Harry had experienced a revolving lantern before - that was his seventh commission, killing a crab spider for a farmer. When he asked for the reward, the farmer turned against him and more than 20 people surrounded him. In the panic, he was stabbed hard by a pitchfork.

He finally understood why Geralt always said "the pitchfork is the most powerful weapon".

Fortunately, he escaped quickly.

That experience not only made him smarter, but also made him understand one thing: the revolving door before a person's death would not be so directional.

Dumbledore said nothing.

"Don't say it's because of the spell. I don't think Voldemort will love me." Harry sneered.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Harry, I have a guess, but it's just a guess. Give me some time to confirm it, okay?"

Harry didn't ask any more questions and changed the subject: "What is the use of unicorn blood?"

"That thing... is not like a unicorn at all. It's evil, ominous, and creepy."

Dumbledore began to explain: "Unicorn blood usually has the effect of prolonging life, but... it has to be donated voluntarily."

"If it is given passively, its blood will contain a curse, and those who drink it will survive in a half-dead state."

"Voldemort is already half dead," Harry sneered.

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses. "Besides that, it has another little-known effect - it can create a body."

Harry was stunned.

"A temporary body cursed by dark magic, of course," Dumbledore added.

"The stronger the curse, the stronger the body?" Harry asked rhetorically.

Dumbledore nodded: "For dark wizards, that is the case."

Harry understood why Quirrell used that method. He was torturing and wanted to take away the blood with the greatest resentment and the deepest curse.

"It seems that Voldemort is weaker than I thought." Harry shook his head and laughed, "Principal Dumbledore, I think now is the best time for you to take action."

Dumbledore looked deep in his eyes: "Why?"

"He's very weak, isn't he?" Harry stared at him. "And Voldemort's control over him may not be as deep as you're worried about, Professor Quirrell."

"During the battle just now, Voldemort could only chatter away..."

Dumbledore said: "Don't forget our agreement."

"I fought him," Harry answered simply, "and I felt no magical protection."

"That's not enough, Harry. He didn't do it himself." Dumbledore shook his head and refused. "You have to face him again."

Harry sneered: "Do you want me to stand still and take his Avada Kedavra?"

"That's not the case." Dumbledore said gently, "But I really need you to face him again, for the last time."

Harry said indifferently: "With you here, that guy doesn't have the guts to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Just now in the Forbidden Forest, when I sent out a signal, he was afraid that you would chase him."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, "If I were to leave Hogwarts, I would have Hedwig send you a letter."

Harry's eyes sharpened.

This means...

Do you have to face that thing by yourself?

"I am not only the headmaster of Hogwarts, but also the chief wizard of the Wizengamot and the president of the International Confederation of Wizards. I have many things to deal with." Dumbledore explained, "Sometimes I have to leave and take care of other things."

"Including staying up all night and secretly drinking syrup by yourself?" Harry asked sharply.

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "This is a bedtime dessert."

Harry stood up: "Then I'll go back first."

"Wait, shouldn't you explain to me why you are in the Forbidden Forest at night?" Dumbledore stopped him. "At the beginning of the school year, I said that it is forbidden to go to the Forbidden Forest."

Harry didn't even turn around and waved his hand: "I will go to Professor McGonagall for detention tomorrow. You can deduct points as you like."

Wait for the next day.

Harry took the initiative to find Professor McGonagall for detention.

This surprised Professor McGonagall, who welcomed Harry's move - no professor would refuse to give special training to an excellent young wizard. But after learning that Harry had broken into the Forbidden Forest at night, she was no longer happy and arranged two months of work for Harry in one go, almost until the final exam.

Professor McGonagall had a headache.

She now admired the Weasley brothers more and more. Although they were noisy, at least they could make some noise.

Unlike Harry, who keeps quiet, I wonder how many unknown things he has done behind the scenes.

If Harry hadn't walked into the trap himself, she wouldn't have noticed!

Harry's time immediately became tight. Professor McGonagall took out the content of the second half of the second grade to tie him down, and was no longer lenient with homework. Harry had to write as much as the other young wizards had to write.

The little lions looked at Professor McGonagall with tenderness in their eyes.

Who said our dean was so old-fashioned and serious? He really understood them. He knew that it was impossible for all the students in the same grade to copy Hermione's papers, so he immediately gave them a Harry Potter.

Then, the matter was exposed in the second class.

Harry's paper used the ideas of second-year Transfiguration, but Ron was unable to tell when he copied it - he was not like Hermione, who really used Harry's paper as a reference, so he just confusedly... changed the words he thought were appropriate.

Made a mistake like this - Harry wrote "Xiao Ming did a beautiful two and a half weeks of flying", Ron changed it to "Xiao Ming did a beautiful seventeen and a half days of flying."

This taught the Gryffindor little lions a lesson.

When it comes to Transfiguration, those who understand a little can copy Harry's homework, and those who don't understand much can copy Hermione's homework.

Despite being so busy, Harry still insisted on going to the Forbidden Forest at least one day a week to look for traces of the Bicorn. Until the final exams, the closest he had ever been to a Bicorn was when he found its feces - but it had dried up and was at least a month old.

He circled the range of the two-horned beast on the map.

The guess was correct.

This creature does have some ideas about unicorns. Its activities are very close to the territory of the unicorn herd, but sometimes it will run very far to the other end to hunt for food.

Many times, Harry felt that he was very close to the Bicorn, but still found nothing all night.

He was not anxious.

Hunting is like this, you need patience to catch prey.

The final exams made many young wizards anxious - Gryffindor was actually the best performing house. Although they did terribly on the written exams, their practical performance was praised by the professors.

By the Black Lake, Hermione held Harry's hand and patiently went over the answers with him over and over again.

"Hermione, the exam is over." Ron covered his face, feeling miserable. "Please let Harry and I go. Let's not think about these things anymore."

Hermione pinched her waist: "No, this is very important."

As she was speaking, Hedwig flew from the air, landed on Harry's shoulders, and stretched out her legs with a piece of paper tied to them.

Harry untied it and opened it. In a flourish of calligraphy, it said: "Harry, I have to go to London today for something. I won't be back until the evening."

"London?" Hermione was stunned. "Whose letter is it from?"

Harry crumpled it up, stuffed it into his pocket, and stood up. "Dumbledore."

Hermione also stood up: "Why is he telling you this?"

"I have an agreement with him." Harry explained as he walked towards the castle. "Because Dumbledore is here, Quirrell has never dared to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"After he leaves, Quirrell will definitely try to steal it. I'm going to stop him."

Hermione and Ron paused for a moment, and only reacted after being left two steps behind by Harry, jogging to catch up with him.

"Is he crazy?" Hermione exclaimed in disbelief, "You're just a first-year wizard!"

Ron muttered, "Harry has already graduated, and he is most likely the top student in the school."

"Even if it's the second year, you shouldn't stop it." Hermione waved her hand and said anxiously, "Ron, shut up. I know Harry's situation better than you."

Ron, who had just opened his mouth halfway, closed it obediently, tightly.

Harry shook his head: "I also think it's a bit outrageous, but this is Dumbledore's suggestion. He asked me to believe him. As the greatest white wizard, he should have some credibility, right?"

"Can I come with you?" Ron pulled out his wand.

Hermione didn't say anything, but she looked at Harry with anticipation.

"No." Harry refused decisively.

Ron was disappointed: "Why, I'm also a first-year wizard."

"Quirrel is possessed by Voldemort." Harry lowered his voice as he entered the castle. "It's too dangerous for you to go there."

Voldemort...

This title made Ron shudder.

Hermione also stumbled and almost fell.

"He's crazy, he's really crazy." Hermione shook her head like a rattle, "What does he think when he asks you to deal with the Dark Lord?"

"I'll come back and explain it to you." Harry stopped in the lobby on the first floor, and pushed Hermione towards the basement classroom. "Hermione, go find Professor Snape."

"Ron, go find Professor McGonagall."

He took out the Invisibility Cloak from the Sorting Hat, put it on, and walked to the corridor on the fourth floor - the door that was listed as prohibited was opened.

Someone has already rushed in impatiently.