Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Harry thought he was having a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to be caught by a terrible bat, which wanted to suck his blood. He struggled desperately, but soon, the bat turned into Snape again, and he glared at him fiercely, but that In his eyes, besides hatred, there was also a look that made him extremely uncomfortable.

No, get out of here!

Get out of here!

Harry...

Suddenly, a voice came from a distant place.

He seemed to see a boy reaching out his hand, "Thank you for trusting me, I'm glad to be your friend."

He stretched out his hand, and the other party pulled hard.

Suddenly, the dream woke up.

Ron's face appeared in front of him, "Harry, how are you? Harry, are you okay? Are you injured?"

"W-where am I?"

Harry asked confused.

"Harry, listen to me," Ron did not answer him, but said, "Don't be too sad for a while..."

"What?"

He looked around vaguely and found that he seemed to be in a private room in a tavern.

Ah, here are the three broomsticks.

He has been here.

He wanted to stand up in confusion, "Why am I here? I remember I got the Sorcerer's Stone, and then Snape..."

Hermione supported him and said, "Harry, let's get out."

They helped Harry and came to the hall outside. Harry looked at the hall full of people in shock, and everyone seemed to have an extremely terrifying look on their face.

Something extremely serious must have happened.

It's over, Snape... He must have reported my stealing of the Philosopher's Stone to other professors... I'm going to be expelled...

what to do? No, I can't involve Hermione and Ron, that's what I asked them to do.

Oh, and Tom...

He turned and looked around, "Where's Tom?"

"The deceased has been identified as Lucas Tom Bleitson." Suddenly, a voice came from the center of the crowd outside.

Harry was stunned for a moment, thinking he had heard wrongly.

"What, he just said..."

"Harry..." Hermione couldn't help crying again, "Harry, Tom, Tom..."

"The cause of death is initially judged to be severe injury, blood loss, and... a spell. There are traces of magic left in the wounds on his abdomen. He was hit by some kind of spell..."

"You said he suddenly appeared in your box?"

"Yeah, I was drinking and Tom...oh, he kept asking us to call him by his middle name, and all of a sudden Tom and Harry showed up..."

Harry recognized Murphy's voice. He walked over and pushed away the crowd. Then, he saw the body lying on the two tables.

Tom.

It's him.

For a moment, Harry was frightened by Tom's miserable appearance, and then he reached out and touched the other good arm of the body.

One Auror seemed to want to stop his movement, but was stopped by someone else.

Harry felt as if he had touched a piece of ice. In fact, the body still maintained a temperature of about twenty degrees, but Harry felt that the arm was extremely cold.

It was still soft, but it had undoubtedly lost the breath of life.

When he raised his arm, he felt extremely heavy. In just a moment, Harry understood that Tom was dead.

But how?

"Why?"

Is it Snape?

No, is it Voldemort?

Everyone looked at him, and Barty Crouch stared at him seriously, "Potter, Mr. Murphy said that you appeared at the same time as this Lucas. Do you remember what happened?"

Harry gave him a blank look and shook his head blankly.

"Gentlemen," Murphy stood up and protected Harry behind him, "I think Harry must have experienced an extremely complicated night. He lost his friend. Gentlemen, give him some time. Bar."

Someone wanted to take Harry out of the crowd, but he pushed the latter away, "No!"

Harry's eyes widened, "I want to find out how he died. Who, who killed Tom? Professor?"

Murphy looked at him for a while, then sighed, "I'm afraid, it's Voldemort, or... Quirrell."

"What on earth happened? Professor." Harry looked at him, still unable to believe what was happening in front of him, "What on earth happened when I was unconscious?"

Murphy stared at him sadly for a while and said, "Let me tell you what I know again."

"I finished my magical communication experiment earlier this evening and wanted to relax so I came to the Three Broomsticks and had a few cups of honey beer."

"I had just had two drinks when Tom and you showed up."

"You were still unconscious at that time, and Tom was almost the same as he is now. His injuries looked extremely terrible, but he was not dead yet. He was extremely weak, but he still held my hand tightly and held a The red stone was placed in my hand.”

"Is that the Philosopher's Stone?" someone asked.

Murphy didn't answer, "Tom said that was the Philosopher's Stone, and he wanted me to read his memory."

"He was already very weak at the time. I originally wanted to save him first, but his will was very determined. I knew he must have important information to tell me, so I used Legilimency on him."

"His mind has been confused. From the scattered memories, I got several key messages."

"First, he and Harry got the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Second, Voldemort snatched him and captured both of them in an attempt to resurrect him."

"Third, he brought the Sorcerer's Stone and Harry back to me and stopped Voldemort's plan."

"As soon as he read these, his will was extinguished and he died."

"I immediately understood that something terrible had happened to them. I wanted to notify the school immediately, but unfortunately, Professor Dumbledore was being questioned by the school board and was not in the school. More importantly, I realized A more tense question: Now that the Philosopher's Stone in Voldemort's hands has been snatched back by Tom and Harry, what should Voldemort do without the Philosopher's Stone?"

"The next moment, I thought of my teacher."

"Your teacher?" asked an Auror. "Do you mean Professor Flitwick?"

"No, I mean another teacher I met after graduation. Mr. Nico Flamel."

"Nicholas Flamel? He is your teacher?!" Everyone was shocked.

"Yes, I used to be very interested in alchemy, so I exchanged a lot of alchemical knowledge with Mr. Nico Flamel. I gained a lot from him, and he accepted me as his disciple."

"But that's not the point. The point is, after I read Tom's memory, I immediately understood that if Voldemort wanted to be resurrected, the only thing he could rely on was the elixir in the hands of the teacher."

"So, I immediately rushed to the teacher's home."

"As a result, when I arrived, I found that Mrs. Perenal had been killed."

"One Auror can prove this. He seemed to be under the orders of the Auror Command to monitor the teacher."

"That's right," Rasim said at the right time, "In the previous Gringotts robbery, we discovered that the owner of vault 713 was Mr. Nicolas Flamel. In order to obtain clues, we secretly monitored and monitored Mr. Flamel. Protect."

"Unfortunately, we did not expect that the enemy would suddenly take action against Mr. Flamel."

Everyone didn't pay attention to Rashim's words and just asked, "Then what? What happened?"

"From the teacher's words, I know that someone stole the elixir of life." Murphy said.

"And I know that person is Voldemort."

"He must be hiding somewhere ready to be resurrected, and I have to stop him."