Hogwarts founder returns to campus

Quirrell's eyes came back, a pair of slightly protruding brown eyes.

He looked around in a daze. The bright room was full of potholes and a broken mirror. One of the two students was standing in front of him, and the other was lying in the far corner.

What else is there?

That's right... An unprecedented sense of ease, he struggled to bend down and reached out to touch the back of his head.

Bare, no bumps and no hollows, no nasty noises, no soul-deep pains.

He disappeared!

Voldemort is gone!

"Welcome back! Quirinus!"

The student in front of Quirrell held out his wand, a jade-white wand with a strand of silvery substance between the wands.

Quirrell didn't know what it was, but felt that this wisp of silver substance belonged to him.

He didn't resist, just obeyed, allowing the student to press his wand against his temple, and integrate the wisp of silver substance into his memory.

Some false memories left and some real memories returned.

Those dark eyes that often appeared at night belonged to Salazar.

I am not given up.

Even though I was eroded more and more deeply by Voldemort and gradually lost my mind, I was not given up.

Even when I was getting weaker and had to brace myself for the unicorn curse, I wasn't given up.

Thinking of this, Quirrell burst into tears suddenly, and he knew that he must be extremely embarrassed now.A middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s has such no control, he is really embarrassed and useless.

"Thank you...thank you..." Quirrell choked with sobs and kept repeating this sentence. He didn't know what to say to express his feelings at the moment.

"I'm just doing what I say, and there are some things that I can't do by myself, right?" Salazar pointed to the surroundings, "For example, this room is too dilapidated now, maybe I should find someone to help me restore it."

"Of course..." Quirrell got up quickly, holding the wand in his hand, "It's back to normal!"

The entire room has been repaired, the potholes on the ground and the traces of the flames have been smoothed out, and everything seems to have returned to its original appearance.

The only thing that has not been recovered is Rowena's mirror—the Mirror of Erised.

The wand in Quirrell's hand tried the Mirror of Erised a few more times, but it still didn't work.

"Sorry...I don't seem to be able to do anything about this mirror." Quirrell said in shame, he didn't expect that he couldn't even do this little thing well.

"You don't have to treat me like this, I'm different from him." Salazar waved his hand, "Just get along with me the same way you treat everyone else, and I hope you treat everyone like this."

The mirror surface of the Mirror of Erised was completely broken, and the fragments were scattered on the ground.

Salazar walked slowly in front of the magic mirror, and he felt his pupils shrink slightly.

He was facing the mirror fragments on the ground at this time, and the person reflected inside was not him, but the inside of a cabinet with a black and yellow cover book inside.

It was the booklet I saw in the Sorting Hat back then, exactly the same.

The Mirror of Erised is not only a mirror that can reflect people's hearts, it is actually a double-sided mirror!

Had the mirror not been shattered, Salazar might never have learned the secret.

Double-sided mirrors are a pair, and the magic links a pair of double-sided mirrors together so that they can allow users to communicate face-to-face.

In the scene in front of him, he had already guessed the location of another double-sided mirror.

I was so stupid, I was already in that place, but I didn't go to check it all the time.

"Quirrell! Please take Harry to the school infirmary. If Albus asks about me, tell me you don't know where I am!" Salazar ordered, and then quickly disappeared at the end of the stairs.

Quirrell has not yet realized what is going on, but this does not prevent him from doing what Salazar said.

When he carried Harry to the door at the end of the stairs, Dumbledore suddenly stepped out of the door frame.

"Quirinas?" Dumbledore's eyes showed a hint of doubt, "What are you going to do?"

Quirrell lowered his eyelids and said softly: "Salazar asked me to take Harry to the school infirmary, Principal Dumbledore."

"You..." Dumbledore hesitated, "Quirinas, how do you feel now?"

"I'm fine, Principal Dumbledore." Quirrell forced a smile, "I'm sorry, I did a lot of wrong things before."

Dumbledore let out a long sigh: "I also want to apologize to you, I shouldn't..."

"I made a mistake myself, and I don't blame you." Quirrell waved his hand, "Principal Dumbledore, I still respect you very much in my heart, you did the right thing."

"What are you going to do next?"

"I will follow Mr. Salazar, and I will do whatever he asks me to do." Quirrell was looking at Dumbledore's eyes at the moment. The eyes that were only sharp a few days ago had softened a lot.

As if back in the beginning, the eyes of Principal Dumbledore who gave him psychological counseling.

"I hope you can have a brand new life, Quirinus." Dumbledore's tone was a bit sad.

"Thank you! Principal Dumbledore." Quirrell's thanks also came from the heart.

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Tapping the bottom of the second barrel in the middle of the second row with the correct melody, Salazar got into the channel revealed by the rotation of the lid.

It was already past midnight, and apart from the house elves who were cleaning the lounge, no students were still in the lounge.

"Thank you." Salazar said to the house elf who was bowing to him.

Then he turned to the right, followed a row of downward stairs, and came to the underground ice cave in two steps in three steps.

This is a refrigerated storage room that Helga established to facilitate the preservation of everything placed in it, including but not limited to food and various samples.

Helga mentioned to him that there should not be only three layers of ice caves here, but four layers.

The floor in the middle that belonged to Helga's exclusive locker disappeared, or was hidden, and may have been destroyed.

Salazar walked to the middle of the second and third floors, pulled out his wand and swiped towards the middlemost place.

no response.

"If this floor is destroyed..." Salazar muttered, thinking of the cracks in the wall of Mr. Binns' lounge, which happened to be on the same level as the missing floor, " Back to normal!"

The entire ice cave was trembling, and with a crisp sound of ice shattering, a few steps that were so broken that they couldn't even be called a ladder appeared in front of him.

He climbed the stairs slowly and headed to the floor that was destroyed for some reason.