Hogwarts Archmage

Quirrell's death was hilarious.

Maybe it was because the way he was rolling and crawling made his master feel embarrassed, and he angrily demanded that he hand over the control of his body. Then, in the two seconds of substitution, he was hit by three or four killing curses. Body.

But Voldemort was not dead. He turned into a black mist and ran out very fast.

Esther walked to Harry's side and pulled out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket, which he had not let go of even after he passed out.

"This magic is very powerful, but you shouldn't use it, especially if it is used so frequently." An old voice came from the entrance.

"Professor Dumbledore, if I don't use it, I'll die."

"I'm just reminding you that if you can't use it in the future, try not to use it."

Esther put the magic stone into his casual pocket, "I know this magic can distort people's minds, but professor, do you think how far can a person like me get twisted?"

Dumbledore slowly sat on the steps, making himself eye level with the little witch, "Esther, what I have seen during this period is a person whose mind is slowly recovering. You are far from the past. So extreme, not so manic anymore, maybe you won’t be like ordinary people, but you are no longer the same person you used to be.”

"Do you call this not manic?" Esther pointed at the lifeless Quirrell behind her.

"When faced with danger, we can't just stand there and wait for death, right? Can you tell me what you want the magic stone for? I have a guess, but it would be more accurate if you said it yourself."

"Didn't you just say that you read my mind? I don't think there is any need to repeat it again."

"Ester, for an old guy old enough, it doesn't have to be Legilimency to see someone's mind. In fact, a long time ago, probably after you moved to the Black Tea House and chose to be a lady From now on, I will never pry into your thoughts again. Of course, if you don’t believe it, you can think of it as me forcing you to tell you what you want to do.”

Esther was silent for a full five or six minutes. Dumbledore never urged her, but quietly waited for her to speak.

"Margaery."

"Sure enough, I guessed right. You are not someone who desires immortality and wealth so much."

"Marn told me that a wizard's life is very long. It is enough to spend this journey happily. If he lives any longer, he will feel scared when he looks in the mirror."

A little smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips behind his beard, "Marne is a simple person, but he is very smart. Except when he is making excuses, what he says always makes some sense."

"yes…"

"Actually, you are also very smart. I heard the last words you said to Quirrell. Voldemort did not... experience the extreme despair and hatred caused by love, but we still cannot underestimate him because of this. His heart is as dark as coal and stone, he is a born dark wizard, and he is powerful enough."

"I know, it's just funny looking at him on the back of Quirrell's head."

"Normally...normal kids would find it scary."

"But he's just so funny..."

"Well...if every wizard could have your thoughts, he wouldn't be so scary. A large part of his power comes from people's fear of him."

"How about a clown show in his image?"

"Ester, that will scare the children..."

The atmosphere became more and more harmonious, but the conversation was almost over. Harry was a little hurt due to his mental ups and downs. In addition, Esther's spell to make him faint was a bit too strong. Dumbledore wanted to send him away. school clinic.

Before leaving, he tapped two stones on the ground with his wand, turned them into a piece of paper and a pen, wrote a few lines, handed it to Esther and said: "I think you need this .”

It's a permission slip for walking at night.

"Professor, thank you."

"It's nothing." Dumbledore picked up Harry and walked out. Before turning the corner, he stopped again and said to Esther: "Actually, you don't have to act like you're doing whatever you want in front of me. , I don’t hate you as much as you think. In fact, as long as there is love in my heart, I don’t hate any little wizard. I will only be happy for your change. Finally, I would like to remind you, don’t believe too much in Gran’s words, He's just an old guy who hasn't woken up from his dream."

Esther waited until the sound of Dumbledore's footsteps completely disappeared before speaking again in an inaudible voice:

"Thank you."

After staying for a while, I also left here.

She walked around and arrived at Snape's office. She originally went directly to find Margaery, but when she stood in front of the wet stone wall, she realized that she didn't seem to know the password for the entrance to the Slytherin lounge...

In the end he had to go directly to Snape's office.

Snape didn't know what he was busy with all day long, and he didn't sleep until this point. Esther just knocked on the door twice, and a greasy head appeared in front of her.

"Is Miss Coleman here to deduct points from Gryffindor at this time?"

Esther took out the magic stone and handed it to Snape: "Marne said that the magic potion made from this thing can guarantee people's immortality. I can't do it. I want to give it to Margaery directly but I don't know the password for your college lounge. I can only come to you."

"Where did you get it from?"

"Quirrell is dead."

It seemed like the conversation was completely different, but both of them understood what the other person meant.

Taking the Philosopher's Stone, Snape looked at Esther and said in a still slow but not so hard tone: "Esther, actually you don't have to take risks. Even if you don't do anything, I will go to Deng Xiaoping later." Blido said this."

"I don't like to let anything be in the hands of others," Esther raised her head and looked at Snape and said word by word, "compared to asking for it later, I prefer to keep it in my own hands. Palm."

"You...are really special..."

"Professor Snape, after you left that day, I reflected a lot. I was indeed overconfident or even arrogant about myself for some reasons. I always thought that the people around me were stupid. But in the future, I can guarantee that this will happen." It will never happen again..."

"You have already entered the whirlpool. How easy is it to get out?"

"I never wanted to get out, I was in the middle of it."

Esther turned around and left here, walking towards the black tea house which was not far away.

Snape gently rubbed the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, and after watching her figure gradually being submerged in the night, he turned around, put the Philosopher's Stone into a jar filled with clean water, and began to remove it from the shelves everywhere. Find the potion ingredients you need.