Soaring at Hogwarts

"As the principal, I should have come earlier," Dumbledore said with a smile, "but seeing how enthusiastic your friends are, I think it's better to give you some time."

"Professor Dumbledore!"

The appearance of the principal was undoubtedly inspiring, and the little wizards almost immediately forgot about the gloom of the previous second.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Dumbledore said calmly, "I know you have many questions you want to ask, such as the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

I am pleased to report that a knowledgeable and experienced wizard is willing to take over Professor Quirrell's duties and accompany you for the remainder of the semester.

Of course, he won't stay with us for long. I will have a headache this summer to find our new teacher. "

"Okay," he clapped his hands, his white beard waving, "If you have any questions, I will try my best to answer them."

"Of course, you can also apply for a private conversation first." Dumbledore blinked happily.

"Uh."

Everyone looked at each other, and finally turned their attention to Harry.

"Then Harry comes first."

Dumbledore turned his attention to Harry.

"The Philosopher's Stone, Professor," Harry thought for a moment and chose to ask this question first, "Those institutions have been destroyed. Is the Philosopher's Stone protected now?"

"The Philosopher's Stone has returned to the hands of its owner, who, as I hope you know, is my friend, Nico Flamel," Dumbledore replied, "who intends to destroy it soon."

"Destroyed?!" The little wizards were shocked.

"Yeah, Nico and I talked about it and we agreed this was the best way to go."

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

"They've got some elixirs in stock, enough for them to get things sorted out. And then, yeah, they're going to die."

Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, Dumbledore smiled.

"I know it may seem unbelievable to young people like you, but for Nico and Perenal, death is actually like going to bed after a long day.

And, for the sane person, death is just another great adventure.Nico has been thinking about this for a while, and he got some inspiration. Now, he is ready to start an adventure.

You know, the Philosopher's Stone isn't actually such a wonderful thing.With it, no matter how much wealth you want or how long you want to live, you can get it!These two things are what humans want most - the problem is, humans tend to choose the things that are least beneficial to them. "

Harry lay there, not knowing what to say.

Samantha asked at this time: "Professor, Voldemort is not dead, he ran away, right?"

"Unfortunately, yes, he is not really alive, so he cannot be killed. He has not disappeared, he is still hiding somewhere, maybe looking for a body that he is willing to share...

So we still have to be prepared and wait for the moment of decisive battle with him.However, what is exciting is that you have done a great job in weakening his power. If he is weakened again and again, he may never be able to regain the power he had at his peak. "

The atmosphere became dull, this was not good news, and the distant future gave the little wizards a headache.

Afterwards, Harry asked why Voldemort wanted to kill him, why Quirrell couldn't touch him, and about Snape and the Invisibility Cloak.

Until the end, Dumbledore answered Harry's question about how to get the Sorcerer's Stone out of the Mirror of Erised, which relaxed the atmosphere a lot.

"Okay, what about you? What do you want to ask?"

Dumbledore looked at Ian, Ron and Hermione who had been silent.

"I don't think I have anything to ask," Ron scratched his head. "If I ask about the final exam questions, will you tell me some news, principal?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I'm afraid not," Dumbledore also looked regretful, "You have to ask your teacher."

Hermione thought about what she wanted to ask, and then said: "Professor, if our teacher changes, will the content of the exam change?"

"There is certainly no guarantee that it will be exactly the same as before, but fortunately, Professor Quirrell's lesson plan has been retained and will not exceed your study scope."

Hermione nodded, looking relieved.

"Okay, what about you, Ian?" Dumbledore said briskly, "You seem to have not spoken since I came in."

Indeed, Ian remained silent.

After hearing the professor's words, Ian finally spoke.

"Professor, did I kill Quirrell?"

The atmosphere solidified again.

"No, it's not," Dumbledore said decisively, "Voldemort is the one responsible for Quirrell's death."

"But, if I hadn't thrown away the bell and used that spell..."

"I can't blame you," Dumbledore patted Ian's shoulder. "I'm sure that Quirrell's death was because Voldemort sucked out all his life at the last moment."

"Besides, this is war, Ian. When Quirrell pointed the wand at you, he was not thinking about armor protection." Dumbledore became serious. "There is nothing wrong with protecting yourself and your companions."

"Then...I have a question privately, okay?"

Dumbledore nodded, and the curtain closed automatically, so that no sound could be heard.

"Professor, Quirrell, or Voldemort, why do you know that I 'have' divination ability?"

Dumbledore's eyes flickered.

"Sorry, Ian, just like Harry's question, I can't answer you yet," he said slowly, "but I promise that the answer to this matter will be given in the foreseeable future. You just need to be patient and wait."

"Okay," Ian said thoughtfully, "I remember that you came to me after the Quidditch match that day. Was it because I said something to Quirrell? You reminded me that day not to get close to me. Quirrell."

"Yes," said Professor Dumbledore with an apology on his face, "so I hope you can stay away from Voldemort, as I thought, he finally asked you for a divination.

I'm sorry that I almost put you in danger by hiding this. "

"It's okay, Professor." Ian shook his head, "I was too arrogant and wanted to test Voldemort.

There is a fine line between courage and recklessness, and I will heed your advice, Professor. "

The professor left, and the others tacitly agreed not to ask what Ian asked.

"I can't believe you asked about final exams," Ron complained to Hermione. "That's Dumbledore, the greatest wizard alive! You actually asked him about final exams."

"Isn't it important?" Hermione shot back, "And isn't it the same for you!"

"It would be a shame not to say anything," Ron shrugged. "Just a joke."

Samantha leaned next to Ian and touched his head.

"I am the one who lost the bell. If you are responsible for Quirrell's death, you must take my share." she whispered.

"Thanks, Sammy," Ian rubbed her hand, "But I'm fine now, for real this time."