Hermione's guess was correct. When she and Ron arrived at the school hospital, the place was already surrounded by students who came to visit Harry.

There were his friends, members of the team, and people who just wanted to join in the fun.

Of course, there are always people who come to take advantage of the situation... such as a first-year Slytherin student who does not want to reveal his name.

They blocked the door, and tried to find all kinds of reasons to get Madam Pomfrey to let them in.

"Just let me in, Madam Pomfrey, please...Tomorrow is the Quidditch match, and I have to see Harry, it's very important."

Oliver Wood rushed to the front.

If there was anyone that Harry wanted to meet the most, he would definitely be in the top three.

Although they were more than 500 points behind the top-ranked Hufflepuff, there was still hope before the last game.

What if a miracle happens?

But without Harry, the most important seeker, they would be completely hopeless and might even finish at the bottom, setting the lowest score record for Gryffindor in ten years.

If that were the case, Professor McGonagall would definitely hang him on the Astronomy Tower... Wood felt cold all over just thinking about it.

So no matter how Madam Pomfrey refused, he held on to the door frame tightly and refused to let go.

Not far away, Dumbledore, who had just come out of the school hospital, saw this scene and smiled with relief, "It seems that Harry is still very popular. There are so many people who care about him."

There was another person following him.

Surprisingly, Snape didn't say anything sarcastic; he just gave Dumbledore a complicated look.

"Is this your plan? Let Potter face You-Know-Who alone. He might die..."

"Trust me, Severus..."

Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "Harry will have to face Voldemort sooner or later. This is inevitable. He must learn to overcome his fear."

"Oh, let a child be the savior..." Snape snorted disdainfully, not knowing whether he was addressing Harry or Dumbledore.

"He is just as mediocre as his father, arrogant, loves to break discipline, likes to be in the limelight, attracts attention, and is rude... To be honest, I don't see any chance of him defeating the Dark Lord."

"You saw what you expected to see, Severus."

Dumbledore walked into the castle without looking back and said, "Other professors say that the boy is modest, easy-going, and talented. I personally find him to be a likable child."

"Good talent?"

Snape had a strange expression on his face, as if he had heard that the Ministry of Magic was distributing Felicis Felix for free... ridiculous.

If Dumbledore had said this to Kyle, his reaction would not have been so severe.

Although he didn't like Kyle, Snape had to admit that the little bastard was indeed very smart.

After all, even he couldn't make the perfect water of life and death in the second grade.

As for that Harry Potter… he could make even the simplest boil potion wrong.

Is this a good talent? But thinking of Kyle, Snape suddenly asked in a deep voice: "So, you really don't know what happened in the underground classroom at that time?"

"Of course, Severus, I have no reason to lie to you."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Hogwarts Castle is huge. Even I can't see it all."

"And that mirror..."

"He has never looked into the Mirror of Erised, not even once." Dumbledore's eyes became somewhat profound. "On this point, he is more clear-headed than any of us."

Snape fell silent again, and after a long while he continued, "Aren't you worried at all that Quirrell might take the Philosopher's Stone? I thought you were keeping an eye on him."

"Since I brought the Philosopher's Stone back, I've been worried about this happening every day. I haven't relaxed for a moment."

Dumbledore looked up and said, "But there are always exceptions, Severus."

Lu Wei had been sent away, and the entrance room seemed empty. The two passed through the trap door and came to the room below.

Neither Dumbledore nor Snape used a broom, nor did they need to.

This height is as easy for them as walking down stairs.

After landing, Snape's expression changed and he bent down to pick up a leaf from the ground.

"Biting kale...If I remember correctly, Pomona put it here in the Devil's Internet Cafe."

"Perhaps someone thought the Devil's Snare was too simple and helped increase the difficulty." Dumbledore smiled.

"I don't think this person is Quirrell."

Snape stroked the leaves in his hand thoughtfully: "Growing such dangerous plants recklessly and placing them in the school... If Quirrell hadn't come down early, Potter and his men probably wouldn't have needed to go to the school hospital...

With such disregard for life, aren't you worried that he might become the next Dark Lord?"

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Snape did not say who this "he" was, but Dumbledore could guess.

"You are wrong. In fact, Harry and the others came down on broomsticks. Even if Quirrell was not there, they would not be affected in any way."

Dumbledore shook his head and said calmly: "And Kyle will not and cannot become the next Dark Lord.

He has a warm family and close friends. He is keen on learning magic, but never obsessed with improving his strength.

Oh, and he also has his own passion, which is completely different from Voldemort."

"Career? You don't mean those fraudulent amulets and shoddy maps..." Snape suddenly felt a toothache.

If these are Kyle's careers, then they, the Slytherins, have made great contributions.

Dumbledore blinked.

"At least the students like it, don't they?"

"Well, even if you are right, what about Occlumency?" Snape pondered, "If there is no hidden secret, who needs to master Occlumency in the second grade?"

"You should know, Severus, that we cannot use Legilimency on students." Dumbledore's tone became a little stern.

"It was just a test." Snape snorted coldly, "That kind of confidence...he showed it too obviously."

"But you have to understand, Severus, that having secrets is not something unforgivable. It's just that you have too deep a prejudice against Kyle."

Snape frowned and remained noncommittal.

"Oh, right." Dumbledore seemed to have suddenly thought of something and sighed, "Because of Fiendfyre, I can't hide what happened in the dungeon from Kyle and Harry's family. They should be here soon."

"Do you remember that Diana came to the academy last year because of Oren? I have to say that even though so many years have passed, the girl hasn't changed at all. She's still so... impetuous."

Snape's expression turned ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he asked coldly: "When!"

"It should be here soon." Dumbledore thought for a moment, "But the person coming could also be Chris."

"very good."

Snape turned and left the room.

"Are you going to greet her?"

"No...it has nothing to do with me whether she comes or not."

Snape said without turning his head: "I just suddenly remembered that I forgot to pick up a batch of potion materials I ordered from Hogsmeade."

(End of this chapter)