The Son of Light of the Snake House

At the moment when the sword was pierced into the back of his head, Professor Quirrell, who was trying to die, immediately fainted, and his head hit the ground with a "boom".My body doesn't move either.

Harry was startled by the sound, and before his muddled brain could react to what he saw, a shrill scream rang through the room.

Harry's desire to survive prompted him to cover his ears, and after thinking for a while, he looked up curiously again, just in time to see a puff of black smoke emerging from the "corpse" of Professor Quirrell, lurking in the sky, gradually forming a half-human body look like.

"Damn! Damn Jerome! What have you done?"

"What did I do?" Daniel stroked his chin and thought for a while, "I defeated the Dark Lord?"

Voldemort: ...Nm is mad at me!

Harry was peeking at what was going on here from what he thought was a very secretive way.

The man looked horrible, had no nose, and had a fierce expression.The moment he felt Harry's eyes, he looked over sharply and gave him a hard look.

"Aw!" Harry fell back in a pompous manner, lying straight on the floor tiles full of dust and cracks, covering his scar that was starting to ache again, and continued to lie peacefully in the circle and peep openly.Daniel, who made him look back to check his status, couldn't help laughing.

"Stupid bastard." Voldemort suddenly laughed sarcastically, "Is this the only thing you can do?"

In fact, he had already quietly escaped before speaking—a man can bend and stretch, and it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. At this time, it is very irrational to fight this Jerome who does not know the details...

Voldemort's black mist quietly spread along the base of the wall...spread...until it was about to approach the door, but it didn't move.

Voldemort looked back, meeting Daniel's eyes.A trace of black mist was still clenched in his hand.

On Daniel's originally expressionless face, a cruel smile gradually appeared: "Is this the only ability?"

Voldemort: (horrified) Don't come here! ! ! ! ! !

……

Harry felt himself sinking into a strange dream, where first the vicious Snape, and then he was transformed into a dying unicorn, and a faceless man in a black robe crawled from the side of the unicorn. Getting up, he suddenly took off his hood, revealing Daniel's delicate cheek.When he saw Harry, he immediately narrowed his eyes with a smile, and even waved his hand happily. Harry was about to respond to him, but his abdomen was pierced by a green light.

Daniel's still smiling cheeks gradually froze, and his bright golden pupils also became dull, like shriveled leaves that fell in autumn.Blood gushed from the hole in his stomach, his lips quivered, and Harry rushed to hold him, trying to stop the blood with his hands.

And in the darkness in front of the two, Professor Quirrell slowly emerged, with two facial features on his face, but the same malicious expression. Harry wanted to stand up and resist, but was grabbed by Daniel.

The knuckles of the palm were whitened due to too much force, showing an unusual twist.

"Ha...Harry..." He coughed, blood gushed out of his mouth, "I...I want to tell you-one thing..."

"What's the matter, I'm listening..." Harry was about to burst into tears, and Voldemort in front of him was approaching step by step, and danger was coming.

"actually……"

Voldemort approached.

"Actually... cough cough cough!"

Voldemort was getting so close that Harry could even see the dark circles under his pale face.

"Actually, I'm your father..." After Daniel finished speaking, he let go of his hand and tilted his head to the side.

Harry: ...

Harry: ...? ? ? ? ? ?

"Impossible!!!!" Harry yelled, sitting up from the bed.He was panting heavily.

He was dazed for a while, and slowly turned his head to look around, until a golden thing flashed before his eyes.Harry looked over reflexively, blinking hard.

It is Dumbledore's round glasses.

The greatest white mage in hundreds of years was looking at him with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.Harry stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered. "Sir! The Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell! He's trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone! Daniel's beating him, sir, hurry—"

"Don't get excited, my dear boy, what you're saying is a bit out of date," said Dumbledore, "Quirrell didn't get the Philosopher's Stone." "Then who got it sir, I—"

"Harry, please calm down, or Madam Pomfrey will kick me out."

Harry swallowed and looked around.He realized that he was in the hospital, and Madam Pomfrey at the door was looking at him, and he didn't leave with a satisfied expression until he calmed down.He was lying on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linen, and the table next to him was piled up like a hill, as if half a candy store had been moved here.

"How long have I lived here?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Three days. Mr. Ron Weasley and Miss Granger will be relieved to know you've woken up. They've been very worried."

"But sir, the Philosopher's Stone..."

"Looks like there's no way to distract you. Well, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell was not able to wrest it from you, and I was there in time to stop him. But I must say, you In fact, one person can handle it very well." Dumbledore was still smiling, but what he said made Harry puzzled.

"... Alone? What do you mean... Wait? I'm not alone! Da..."

"You mean your friends Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger. They are really worried about you. Harry, you did a good job alone, and you defeated the villains who plotted evil."

"I'm not, I'm not! It's Daniel! Daniel arrived, and he saved me!" Harry's head was completely unable to reflect the current situation, and he could only speak in vain.

"Mr. Jerome, you mean? He came to see you when you fainted. Look, this book is his gift to you."

"But sir... Obviously Daniel was there like me, and he dealt with Voldemort..."

"Harry, what are you talking about? Professor Quirrell was about to kill you when I went, but luckily I arrived just in time to pull Quirrell away from you. As for Mr. Jerome... I I don’t understand what you mean, but there are only you and Professor Quirrell in the room? It must be a dream you had when you were unconscious, right?”

Harry was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe that Professor Dumbledore would lie to him, but in retrospect, the picture of Daniel saving himself was very clear...? ? ?

Could it be that my memory is disordered?Harry couldn't help thinking.

The author has something to say:

Voldemort: You give it to Lu Dayou~ Goodbye, little brat!

Daniel: [smiling] Where did you say you slipped off?

Voldemort: I... I slipped into your heart (no)

Andre:? ? ? ?Quickly fencing with me!Daniel is mine!

Harry remembers it right, but I can't spoil it hhhhhh