Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 340 Harry Into the Shape of Dumbledore
"You're awake, good afternoon, Harry."

When Harry woke up, he heard an old and gentle voice in his ears. Harry turned his head and saw Dumbledore sitting beside him. Harry stared blankly at him at first, and then suddenly I remembered: "Professor! The Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell! He wants to take the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Don't get excited, Harry," said Dumbledore, "Quirrell hasn't got the Philosopher's Stone."

"So who got it? I remember—"

"Harry, please calm down first, or Madam Pomfrey will kick me out."

Harry swallowed and looked around.Only then did he realize that he was in the school infirmary.He was lying on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linen sheets, and the table next to him was piled high with candies as high as a hill.

"These are gifts from your friends and admirers." Dumbledore said with a smile, "What happened between you and Professor Quirrell in the dungeon is a complete secret, but the secret always It spread like wildfire, so all the teachers and students in the school naturally knew about it."

"How long have I lived here?"

"I brought you back here the night before yesterday. Your physical fitness is very good. I guessed that you were going to wake up, so I came here and waited for you to wake up."

"But sir, the Philosopher's Stone—"

"Looks like there's no way to distract you, well, let's just talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell wasn't able to take it from you, I was there in time to stop him, but I must say, You actually dealt with it very well by yourself, um, in fact, when I arrived, Quirrell had already been defeated by you."

"You're here!? Did you get the letter Hermione sent you with the owl?"

"Me and the owl probably missed it in the air. As soon as I arrived in London, I realized that I should go back to where I just left, and then I rushed back."

"It turns out that you have arrived, that's great."

"I'm also worried that it's too late."

"It was almost too late. I felt that I couldn't last long. He would soon snatch the Philosopher's Stone. Thank you." Harry recalled the feeling of powerlessness when he punched to the end, sincerely Thank you very much.

"I said too late not of the Philosopher's Stone, boy, I meant you—you almost lost your life defending the Philosopher's Stone. I was so frightened when I got there that I thought you were really dead. As for Well, the Sorcerer's Stone, it has been destroyed by me."

"Destroyed?" Harry looked up in confusion, "But your friend, Nico Flamel."

"Oh, you still know Nicole?" Dumbledore's tone seemed very happy, "You made this matter very clear, that's it, Nicole and I talked about it, and we agreed that it was the best thing to do. way."

"But then he and his wife would be dead, wouldn't they?"

"They've stockpiled some elixirs, enough for them to get things sorted out. Then, yes, they die."

Seeing the astonished expression on Harry's face, Dumbledore smiled and said calmly:
"I know, it might seem weird to someone your age. But to Nicole and his wife, death was actually like going to bed after a long day. And, To the sane, death is just another great adventure. You know, the Philosopher's Stone is not such a wonderful thing. With it, you can have as much wealth and life as you want. I got my wish! These two things are what human beings want most, but the problem is, human beings just like those things that are least beneficial to them.”

Harry was lying on the bed, he couldn't take this kind of words, he still couldn't understand what Dumbledore meant, but he felt that what Dumbledore said should be right.

Dumbledore hummed happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

Harry said, "Professor, even though the Philosopher's Stone is gone, Voldy...I mean, You-Know-Who-"

"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the right name for things. Fear of a name intensifies fear of the thing itself."

Harry was convinced, and he wholeheartedly agreed: "Okay, Professor. Well, I wonder if Voldemort will try to make a comeback in other ways? I mean, he didn't die or disappear, did he?" ?”

"Yes, Harry, he didn't disappear. He was still hiding somewhere, perhaps looking for a body he would share. He wasn't really alive, so he couldn't have been killed. He just slipped away, Regardless of Quirrell's life or death, he is ruthless to his enemies and equally ruthless to his followers." Dumbledore took the opportunity to output the correct three views to Harry.

Harry nodded, but stopped quickly because nodding gave him a headache.Then he said, "Sir, there are some things I don't quite understand. I wonder if you can tell me. I want to know the truth of these things.."

"The truth," sighed Dumbledore, "is a beautiful and terrible thing to be treated with extreme caution. I will try to answer your question, though, unless I have a good reason to keep it secret, in which case I I hope you can forgive me. Of course I can't lie to you."

"Well, I wonder why Quirrell can't touch me? He gets blisters and redness when he touches me"

"Your mother died to save you. If there's one thing Voldemort doesn't understand, it's love. He doesn't realize that a love as strong as your mother's for you leaves itself in you." Imprinted. To be loved so deeply by someone, even though the person who loved us is dead, leaves us with a forever talisman. It is hidden in your skin. It is for this reason that Qi Luo can't touch you. Quirrell's heart is full of hatred, greed and ambition. After he sold his soul to Voldemort, he would feel unbearable pain when he touched someone like you with such a beautiful mark on his body. "

At this time, the door panel of the room seemed to slam, Harry looked over, and then took the time to wipe away his tears with the sheets. He couldn't help crying when he thought of his mother's sacrifice to save him. When he returned to normal, Harry said, "And that invisibility cloak, do you know that Huai gave it to me?"

"Ah, your father happened to leave it to me back then, and I thought you'd probably like it." Dumbledore's eyes flashed slyly, "Very useful stuff. Back then, your father went to school here Sometimes, it mainly relies on it to sneak into the kitchen and steal food."

"One more thing"

"Just ask."

"Quirrell said Snape he-"

"It's Professor Snape, Harry."

"Oh yes, he, Quirrell said, Professor Snape hated me because he hated my father. Is that true?"

"Well, they did look at each other badly, a bit like you and Mr Malfoy. Then your father did something that Snape could never forgive him."

"What's up?"

"He saved Snape's life."

"what?"

"Yes..." Dumbledore said quietly, "The human mind is indeed very wonderful, isn't it? Professor Snape can't bear to owe your father such a favor. I think the reason why he tried every means to protect you this year is that It's because he thinks that this will make him equal to your father, and no one owes anyone else. Then he can revisit his hatred of your father with peace of mind."

At this moment, the door panel rang again, and Dumbledore looked at the time and said, "Your friends will be visiting you soon, do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Professor, and one last question..."

"Just ask."

"How did I get the Philosopher's Stone out of the magic mirror?"

"Ah, I'm glad you're asking me about it at last. It's a great trick of mine, an interesting sorcery. Only the man who wishes to find the Philosopher's Stone--want to find it, but doesn't use it-- to be able to get it. Isn't it great attention?"

Dumbledore shrugged and said, "Okay, enough questions. I suggest you start enjoying these sweets. Ah! It's Bibi's! I was unlucky when I was young, and I accidentally ate a A stinky bean, and I'm afraid I haven't been much fond of beans since then—but I guess it's always safe to choose a toffee one, don't you?"

He smiled and popped the golden brown bean into his mouth.Then he choked and said, "Pah, bad luck! It smells of earwax."

At this time, the voice of the head nurse of the school hospital sounded outside the door—Madam Pomfrey was a kind woman, but very strict.

"Only 5 minutes."

"Absolutely not!"

"But you let Professor Dumbledore in"

"Yeah, of course, he is the principal, so it's different. In short, the patient needs to rest, you can't go in"

"It seems that your friends have come to visit you," Dumbledore stood up, "then you don't need me, an old man, to chat with you, I will let your friends come to see you"

"Ah, thank you, Professor." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he would rather see his good friends than chat with the headmaster.

After Dumbledore opened the door and walked out, Ron and Hermione walked in after a while, and they looked much more excited than Harry.

"Harry!"

"Thank God! You're finally awake!"

"Oh, Harry, we all thought you would."

"The whole school is talking about it, what happened at that time?"

Harry couldn't wait to tell them everything: Quirrell, the mirror, the Philosopher's Stone, and Voldemort.

Ron and Hermione listened very attentively, gasping nervously every time they reached a dangerous place, and when Harry mentioned the face under Quirrell's turban, Hermione screamed uncontrollably. When Leigh said he was crazy about Ola Olaquilo, Ron also yelled excitedly.

"So the Philosopher's Stone is gone?" asked Ron at last. "Nicole Flamel is dying?"

"I found it incredible at first, too, but Dumbledore thought, er, what did he say? He said—'To the very sane, death is just another great adventure'." Harry's His eyes were bright: "I think what he said makes sense."

"You said, could it be that Dumbledore asked you to do this on purpose?" Ron said, "Give you your father's invisibility cloak, and then guide you to do that?"

"Oh, that's not the case," said Hermione, unable to resist. "If he is - I mean - that's terrible - you'll probably be killed."

"No, that's not it," said Harry, shaking his head thoughtfully. "Dumbledore's a very interesting guy. I think he probably wants to give me a chance. He seems to know more or less what's going on at school." Some. I think he knew very well what we were going to do, but instead of stopping us, he secretly taught us many useful things. I think it is no accident that he made me understand the function of the magic mirror. He seems to think that if it is possible If so, I have the right to face Voldemort..."

Apparently, Harry had been completely tricked by some bad old man.

"Yeah, this is what makes Professor Dumbledore so special." Ron said with a sigh, "By the way, Harry, when will you be discharged from the hospital? You must catch up with the year-end banquet. The scores are all calculated, Ravenclaw is number one, and although the Academy Cup has nothing to do with us, the food at the banquet is still delicious."

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On the other side, just as Dumbledore walked out of the school hospital, Connor's figure appeared behind him: "Professor, don't you blush when you tell a lie?"

"Connor, white lies are sometimes necessary, and it is not a good thing for Harry to know too much." Dumbledore looked at Connor with a smile: "Of course, this sentence is very important to most people." Everyone uses it, and many times, knowing too much can bring disaster upon oneself.”

Connor moved away from several positions, away from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head and continued to walk forward: "When are you going to return the Philosopher's Stone to me?"

"What's the hurry? I'm going to give it back to you." Connor muttered, found a ruby ​​from his pocket and threw it to Dumbledore, "Here~"

"How? Have you tested anything?" Dumbledore took it, confirmed that it was the real Philosopher's Stone, and put it in his pocket.

"Of course. There are."

"Oh? Can you use the magic power inside?" Dumbledore shook his head and smiled, "It's hard for me to do this. The magic power in the Philosopher's Stone can only be used with special alchemy, otherwise I won't I hand it over to you with confidence, give it up Connor, the Philosopher's Stone is not a useful thing, it's better to destroy it."

"Well, although I can't use the magic power inside~" Connor clasped his hands behind his head, took steps that he didn't recognize, and even whistled, "But Saber and Angel seem to be able to use the magic power inside~"

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, and slowed down. He turned to look at Connor: "What you said is true?"

Connor ignored Dumbledore and continued to step on his footsteps: "Angel also said that if there is such a thing, maybe you can make that [Clock of Time] that only exists in theory~"

Dumbledore didn't leave, he stood in front of Connor with a serious expression: "Connor, this is not the time to joke."

Connor staggered, with an indescribably proud expression: "Of course it is true. To be precise, it is Saber who can use the power of the Philosopher's Stone. She said that this magic power is similar to the energy she absorbs from the surrounding environment. Angel can barely use it under the guidance of Saber."

"Professor Dumbledore, my student, I really admire Mr. Nicolas." Connor laughed meanly, "Can you introduce me to me?"

"." Even though Dumbledore had calmed down for so many years, he couldn't help feeling the urge to beat Connor up.
Sure enough, wizards should practice martial arts.

　This chapter should have set half of the word count, but I forgot to adjust (_), I will post a free chapter in a few days to make it up, sorry

　　
　
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