Harry Potter: Impossibly Cute

Ling Bai could be sure that Tom's soul was intact.

Could it be that he, like himself, came from another time and space?

The two were still chatting non-stop.

Quirrell fixed his eyes on the mirror this time, and Harry could see the face behind Quirrell's head clearly.

"How do I get the Philosopher's Stone?"

'Take advantage of the boy'

Harry clearly saw the face speak, and he was startled.

"Come here, Potter, hurry up."

Harry hesitated, but Quirrell reached out and grabbed Ling Bai's neck.

With his neck pinched, Ling Bai's breathing immediately became shallow.

"Don't hurt him, I'll go over there"

Harry stood in front of the mirror.

"Tell me what you saw"

Ling Bai's angle of view was just enough to see Harry's bulging trouser pockets.

"Tell me what you saw"

"I was shaking Dumbledore's hand and I won the House Cup"

'He lied'

The rough voice made Ling Bai feel like his ears were being tortured.

But his hands moved faster and faster.

Just now he quietly discovered that there was a fairly sharp stone behind him, and the rope on his wrist was almost cut.

His wand was on Quirrell, and he had seen it when Quirrell lifted his robes.

Now both of their attention was on Harry, and no one paid attention to him.

Quirrell's patience had clearly reached its limit.

The flames blazed, blocking Harry's escape route.

"Harry Potter, why do you have to endure the pain of a tragic death? You can come to me and save your life."

"Don't even think about it"

Voldemort smiled.

"You have courage, just like your parents. Speaking of this, I remembered this person. I was wondering why he looked so familiar. His eyes are exactly like your mother's."

Harry's eyes fell on Ling Bai, and Ling Bai's body stiffened.

"You think too much, it's just a coincidence, I have nothing to do with him, let him go"

"Haha, Harry Potter, you are so naive, kill him"

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Quirrell grabbed Harry by the neck.

Ling Bai immediately stepped forward and smashed the stone directly on Quirrell's back. Quirrell cried out in pain and Ling Bai's wand fell to the ground.

Ling Bai quickly picked up the wand and pointed it at Quirrell.

"Haha, you little brat, do you think you can defeat me just by getting the magic wand?"

“Petrificus totalus (Petrificus totalus)”

Ling Bai cast a spell directly, but Qi Luo dodged it easily.

This was enough time for Harry to get the Philosopher's Stone and stand up.

Quirrell saw that Harry was trying to run and reached out to grab him again.

But the moment he touched Harry, Quirrell's skin immediately burned and then turned into powder.

Soon Quirrell disappeared completely.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Ling Bai walked over immediately and Harry shook his head.

"How about you? Are you injured?"

As the two were talking, a dark shadow gathered behind them.

Ling Bai's sharp eyes saw it before Harry, and he quickly shouted "Harry".

Pushing Harry aside, the black shadow pierced through his chest. Ling Bai immediately lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Harry was hit and lost consciousness.

Harry got up before Ling Bai, and when he woke up he found himself lying in the school infirmary.

The table next to it was filled with gifts, and Ling Bai was still sleeping on the bed next to him.

"Good afternoon Harry"

Dumbledore walked slowly over to the table filled with gifts.

"These are sent by your admirers."

Dumbledore smiled.

"Admirer?"

"What happened between you and Professor Quirrell in the basement was a secret, but secrets always spread quickly, and now the whole school knows about it."

Harry smiled and immediately looked at Ling Bai.

"Ling Baita"

"He didn't suffer any serious injuries, he just needs to rest for a while."

"It was Ling Bai who saved me."

"Of course, everyone knows about you and Ling Bai, and it's obvious that more people come to visit him."

Only then did Harry notice the gifts placed next to Ling Bai. There were so many that they couldn't fit in any space, so they were all placed on the ground.

"Are Hermione and Ron all right?"

"It's fine, they are all fine, don't worry"

"The Philosopher's Stone"

"Don't worry, dear. The stone is destroyed, along with the Mirror of Erised."

"The mirror is ruined too!"

"Yeah, I don't know why it broke by itself, but being ruined isn't a bad thing."

"If the Philosopher's Stone is destroyed, will Voldemort disappear?"

"I'm afraid he still has many ways to come back, Harry, you know why, if you touch Professor Quirrell he will turn to ashes"

Harry shook his head.

"Because your mother sacrificed herself for you, this behavior will leave a mark"

Harry subconsciously touched his forehead, but Dumbledore shook his head.

"No, this mark is invisible and blends into your skin."

"What is it?"

"Love, Harry, it's love"

“I have another question”

Harry looked towards Ling Bai's position again.

"Voldemort said Ling Bai's eyes reminded him of my mother. I..."

Dumbledore looked at Ling Bai in silence.

"Harry, I don't know the truth about this matter yet, but I think we should all know that he is not an enemy and cannot become an enemy."

Dumbledore left, and Harry packed up and walked to Ling Bai.

The person on the bed was still sleeping soundly, and Harry silently held Ling Bai's hand.

"I was thinking, it would be nice if you were really my brother, then I would have a family, but I don't want you to be my brother, because my life is really terrible, and you are different, you have parents, and I don't want you to be like me"

After Harry finished speaking, he stood up and left, not noticing the slightly trembling eyelashes of the person on the bed.

Not long after the room became quiet, Ling Bai slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear, without any of the confusion of just waking up.

Ling Bai looked at himself and found a tiny red mark on his left wrist.

It was tied around the wrist like a red bracelet, but Ling Bai reached out and touched it.

I found that it seemed to be integrated into the skin, more like a tattoo.

Ling Bai recalled what Dumbledore said about the broken mirror. Could it be related to the bracelet on his hand?

Ling Bai got out of bed and stretched his body.

Walk towards your dormitory.

As soon as Ling Bai entered his room, he saw a figure sitting on the bed crying silently.

Hearing the door open, Draco raised his head and immediately sat up in bed after seeing who was coming.

"Ling Bai"

Draco quickly ran to Ling Bai and reached out to hug Ling Bai, but was afraid of touching any wounds.

After all, Ling Bai's complexion is not very good now, and his lips, which were always as rosy as rose petals, have lost their beauty.

Like a fragile porcelain doll.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Looking at the person whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, Ling Bai reached out and gently wiped away Draco's tears.