Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 82 KF
"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.

Harry stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered: "Sir! Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell! He's got the Philosopher's Stone! Sir, hurry—"

"Don't get excited, my dear boy, what you say is a little outdated," said Dumbledore. "Quirrell didn't get the Philosopher's Stone."

"So who got it? Sir, I—"

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

Harry swallowed and looked around.He realized he was in a hospital.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.

"It's all a gift from your friends and admirers." Dumbledore said with a smile, "What happened between you and Professor Quirrell in that classroom is a complete secret, and secrets are always hidden." shin away...

Therefore, all the teachers and students in the school naturally knew about it.As far as I know, your friends Fred and George Weasley also wanted to give you a toilet seat.They were trying to have fun with you, no doubt, but Madam Pomfrey found it unsanitary and confiscated it. "

"How long have I lived here?"

"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—"

"There seems to be no way to distract you. Well, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell was not able to take 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.”

"You made it there? Did you get the letter Hermione sent you with the owl?"

"Owl and I obviously missed it in the air. As soon as I got to London, I realized I was supposed to go back to where I had just left. I arrived just in time and stopped them."

"It turned out to be you. What about Quirrell and Voldemort?!"

"Ah! They, they fell out, and none of them ended well. Like that line in Gringotts, do you remember?"

"A piece of wealth that never belonged to you... Be careful what you bring is not a treasure, but a bad reward."

Dumbledore laughed. "Yes, Harry, they got what they deserved. I'm so glad I got there in time."

"It's almost too late, I can't last long, the Philosopher's Stone will be snatched by him soon—"

"Not the Philosopher's Stone, boy, I mean you—you almost lost your life trying to protect the Philosopher's Stone. I was so frightened for that terrible moment that I thought you were really dead. As for the Philosopher's Stone, It's been destroyed."

"Destroyed?" asked Harry puzzled, "but your friend—Nicole Flamel—"

"Oh, you still know Nicole?" Dumbledore asked, looking very pleased. "You made this very clear, didn't you? Well, Nicole and I had a talk, and we agreed that It's the best way."

"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 startled expression on Harry's face, Dumbledore smiled. "Death is normal, Harry. We all face death someday."

Harry nodded, but stopped short because it gave him a headache.Then he said, "Sir, there are some things I don't quite understand. I wonder if you can tell me...I want to know the truth of these things..."

"The truth," sighed Dumbledore, "is a beautiful and terrible thing which needs to be treated with extreme caution...

After that, Harry chatted with Dumbledore for a while. They talked about the origin of the Invisibility Cloak, mentioned the grievances between Snape and James, etc...

Dumbledore stood up and patted his knee. "Okay, okay, today's chat is almost over." Then he looked out the door, as if he had penetrated the wall.

"Your friends are here, and they've been worried about you! You should meet them." After speaking, he looked at Madam Pomfrey who was mixing the medicine.

"Bobby, let them come in and meet Harry!"

"Principal, no, Harry is not the only patient." Madam Pomfrey frowned and hesitated.

Harry looked around and saw no one else.

Dumbledore said firmly. "Don't worry! Don't worry! I'm sure they'll behave properly and won't disturb other people. And you see, I've already told Harry to let his friends come in and visit him." He revealed again A pleading look.

"Okay, but it's only 5 minutes." As she said that, she reluctantly put down what she was doing. She really didn't like people who had nothing to do with her to disturb the patient's rest, but it's only natural to visit the patient.

Thinking, she opened the door and saw three people waiting outside.

"Come in, boys, but only five minutes. And that time can be reduced anytime you dare to shout."

The three of them didn't dare to speak loudly, and Jane walked in first, looking at Harry eagerly.

"Harry, are you okay!"

Harry also laughed happily when he saw Ron, Hermione, and Jane coming in, but Madam Pomfrey didn't dare to speak loudly.

The four of them chatted so passionately. While chatting, Harry saw Dumbledore walking towards a small compartment separated by a white cloth.

Who is it?
"Professor McGonagall said that Linde is gone. It's good. I want to go home quickly." Ron said

"Gone? Why did he leave first?" Harry just woke up, not knowing what happened.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall said he had something to do at home, so he asked for leave and left first." Ron said with a regretful face.

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Dumbledore walked into the compartment, flicked his fingertips, and an invisible barrier immediately enveloped the small compartment.

Silent
Dumbledore looked at the person in front of him, his face was pale, his cheeks and wrists exposed from the cuffs indicated that the person in front of him was in an unhealthy emaciated state.

He was sitting and standing on the bed in a hospital gown, with pillows on his waist.

Dumbledore's walk in seemed to have no effect on the bird he was looking out of the window.

"Linde, how do you feel!"

Lin De turned his head around, still showing no expression on his face, but his brows and eyes trembled a bit, indicating that his mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

"Did you erase his memory?!" He tilted his head and looked in Harry's direction.

"Yes, if you remember what happened at that time, you can understand why I did it."

As he spoke, he looked at Linde with a questioning expression.

"Do you remember?"

Linde nodded, "Of course.

But I don't really understand why you don't erase my memory, I saw it too, didn't I?And why tell them I've left school! "

Dumbledore didn't answer his question, but looked at the little bird outside the window, and said slowly:
"Linde, you are a mature child. If possible, I would like to know your understanding of your current situation first. This will also benefit our next conversation."

Linde thought for a while and sorted out his wording.There is an inexplicable color in the eyes.

"When He possessed me, I also glimpsed some of His information.

His name is a strange pronunciation, if read in English, it can be pronounced roughly as
— Cthulhu Fortan"

(End of this chapter)