Harry Potter's Cousin Dudley at Hogwarts

Dudley had secretly hidden this paper figure in Harry's pocket before he was ready to act tonight.

After the paper figurine came out of Harry's pocket, it flipped over on Harry's wizard robe, and then got into the pocket where Harry hid the magic stone.

The paper figurine who found the Philosopher's Stone happily hugged the Philosopher's Stone and rubbed it.

Then I saw the originally yellow paper figurine, and the position where it touched the Philosopher's Stone began to turn redder and redder.

Red, like blood, began to flow from the direction of the magic stone to the paper figurine.

Soon, the paper figurine changed from a yellow man to a full red one, exuding a jewel-like luster.

After the paper figurine turned all red, its body was not as light as before, and became much bulkier.

It crawled out of the pocket containing the Philosopher's Stone, and scrambled back into the mezzanine pocket of Harry's wizarding robe.

However, the Philosopher's Stone was accidentally rolled out of Harry's pocket by its action and fell to the ground.

The paper man crawled back into Harry's interlayer pocket, the magical energy on his body flickered, and then the energy disappeared, turning back into a piece of paper like a red transparent crystal.

Harry, who was plunged into darkness, opened his eyes in a daze, and felt a golden thing flickering above his head.

Like the Golden Snitch!He wanted to reach out and grab it, but he felt his arm was so heavy that he couldn't even lift it.

Harry blinked, and it turned out that it wasn't a snitch at all, but a pair of glasses.

He blinked vigorously again, his vision began to become clear, and the smiling face of Professor Albus Dumbledore gradually appeared in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Harry." Dumbledore said to Harry with a smile when he saw Harry opened his eyes and slowly regained his senses.

Harry stared at Dumbledore blankly at first, then suddenly remembered something.

"Professor! Philosopher's Stone! Quirrell!"

"Don't get excited, my dear child, what you said is a bit outdated," said Dumbledore with a smile, "That was three days ago, and don't be nervous, Quirrell didn't get the Philosopher's Stone. "

"That's good, that's good!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Dumbledore say that. "By the way, Dudley! Professor, how is Dudley?"

Harry thought of his cousin Dudley, whom he had heard Quirrell say Dudley had killed.

He clutched the bed sheet next to him nervously, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to give him an accurate answer.

"Sorry, Harry, Dudley Dursley is a brave boy." Dumbledore raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eye.

"Dudley..." Harry's eyes were red.

"The poor boy, Madam Pomfrey says he won't wake up for a few more days," said Dumbledore.

Harry blinked, holding back tears.

Looking at Professor Dumbledore with an innocent and kind face, Harry didn't know how to express his current mood.

"Look, Mr. Dursley is on the bed next to yours, you can see him when you turn your head."

Following what Dumbledore said, Harry turned his head and saw Dudley lying on the bed with a pale face.

"Dudley, he's alright." Harry asked softly.

"Ms. Pomfrey checked carefully and said that there is nothing serious, just rest more."

"That's good." Harry nodded slightly, he almost thought he was going to lose Dudley.

It was only then that Harry was in the mood to look around and see the surrounding environment. He should be in the Hogwarts infirmary now.

Looking at the various snacks piled up like a hill on the table next to him, Harry was a little surprised.

"These are gifts from you and Dursley's friends and admirers." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, "What happened between you and Dursley and Professor Quirrell in the underground classroom should have It's a secret, but the secret always spreads like wildfire, so naturally all the teachers and students in the school know what you did."

"Professor, the Philosopher's Stone..."

"Don't worry, the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed."

"Destroyed?" Harry was surprised to hear the news. "But isn't it your friend, Nicole Flamel's?"

"Oh, you still know Nicole?" Dumbledore asked, his tone very happy, "It seems that you have investigated this matter very clearly. Nicole and I talked about it, and we agreed that it is the best The way. Death is just another great adventure, and they have stored up some elixirs, and when things are sorted out, they will die in peace."

Hearing what Dumbledore said, Harry lay there not knowing what to say for a while.

Maybe it's because he hasn't lived long enough, and he can't accept that he can live forever, but he just gives up and chooses death!

"Professor." Harry said after thinking for a while, "I still have something to say, that...although the Philosopher's Stone is gone, but Voldemort...I mean, the mysterious man..."

"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Fear of a name intensifies fear of the thing itself," Dumbledore said.

"Yes, Professor. I wonder if Voldemort will try to make a comeback in other ways, won't he, Professor? I mean he hasn't disappeared?"

"Yes, Harry, you are right, he is still hiding somewhere." Dumbledore said, "You have stopped him very well this time, so that he cannot recover his strength immediately. In the future, if he repeatedly , being delayed again and again, perhaps he will never regain his strength."

"Like this?"

"So Harry, don't think about it so much now, it's all for the future. I suggest you start enjoying these snacks that you don't have now." Dumbledore picked up a Bibi's multi-flavored bean and threw it into his mouth. "When I was young, I was so unlucky that I accidentally ate a stinky bean."

"Bah bah, bad luck! It smells like earwax." Dumbledore spit it out quickly.

Ms. Pomfrey, the school doctor, was a kind but very strict woman. Now she came in and whispered to Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, it's time, Potter must rest."

"Okay, Ms. Pomfrey." Dumbledore winked at Harry. "I'll see you again when I have time, Harry."

Not long after Dumbledore left, Harry saw Hermione and the others poking around outside the door.

"Ms. Pomfrey, can my friends come in?" Harry said to Madam Pomfrey who was giving Dudley.

"No, you have to rest now."

"Just five minutes," Harry begged.

"Absolutely not, they will disturb your rest when they come in."

"But you let Professor Dumbledore in..."

"Yeah, of course, he's the headmaster, so it's different. What you need now is rest." Madam Pomfrey still refused Harry's request.

"I'm resting right now. Look, I'm lying on the bed, I can't do anything, I can't sleep. Please, Ms. Pomfrey..."

"Okay," she said, looking at Harry, "but only five minutes, and the voice must be kept quiet, and the Dursley on the next bed has to rest."

"Okay, thank you, Ms. Pomfrey."

Madam Pomfrey went out and opened the door, let Hermione and the others in, then went out by herself, and closed the door intimately.