Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Wright glanced at the direction where Voldemort disappeared, with a puzzled expression on his face, why did you run away before I took action? Is this the legendary saying that those who understand current affairs are heroes?

Wright lowered his head and looked at Quirrell on the ground. This... can he still be saved? Also, what should we do with this person now?

After having a headache for a while, Wright seemed to have thought of something and whistled directly.

After a while, a crow gradually approached from a distance, and the fat head, which had not been seen for a while, flapped its wings and flew to Wright's side.

Wright summoned a leaf at random and turned it into a piece of parchment. After turning a branch into a pen, he began to write and draw on it.

After finishing writing, Wright rolled the parchment into a roll and stuffed it into Fat Head's mouth. Fat Head immediately flew to Hogwarts Castle with the letter.

Wright stood quietly and waited.

Suddenly, a burst of fire flashed, and Dumbledore, holding Fawkes' paw, appeared out of thin air in the clearing. The cool evening breeze blew up the purple cloak on his body, and even the white beard that reached his waist was a little crooked at this time.

"Wright," Dumbledore then hurriedly apparated in front of Wright with Fawkes, looked at him seriously and said, "Are what you just said in the letter true?"

"Yes." Wright nodded and pointed to Quirrell on the ground, still following the previous address to Dumbledore, "Teacher, just look at Quirrell, he is lying there now!"

Dumbledore only had time to look at his surroundings at this time. He couldn't help it. The letter that Wright asked Fat Head to bring him just now was too sensitive! Dumbledore originally asked Snape to pay attention to Quirrell, but he didn't expect that the thing that really deserved attention was not Quirrell, but Voldemort hiding on the back of Quirrell's head!

Dumbledore turned his head and immediately saw Quirrell lying face down on the ground. The bloody marks on the back of his bare head were very conspicuous in Dumbledore's eyes.

Dumbledore directly apparated to Quirrell's side, squatted down and used his old palm to brush the back of Quirrell's head out of thin air. The extremely evil soul breath on it had not yet dissipated.

"Tom." Dumbledore stood up silently, closed his eyes solemnly, and then began to use his principal's authority to sense the entire Hogwarts. The purple cloak on his body also followed his movements. Automatically rises when there is no wind.

But just as Dumbledore understood Voldemort, Voldemort also fully understood what kind of power Dumbledore, as the principal of Hogwarts, had in this land. As early as the moment when Wright changed his face, Voldemort immediately fled to the depths of the Forbidden Forest and disappeared directly from there.

Dumbledore opened his eyes again without finding anything, and then he walked to Wright's side while thinking.

"Wright, can you tell me what happened just now?" Dumbledore asked Wright after sorting out his mood.

"Of course, no problem." Wright said, and then he told all the reasons why he came here tonight, what happened, and what happened after he finally saw Quirrell sucking the blood of the unicorn and followed him here to fight. .

"It's just that I feel that Quirrell's strength level is a little abnormal," Wright said, not knowing whether he was secretly complaining about Dumbledore's selection skills, "I feel that as a professor at Hogwarts, he should not There’s only so much level.”

"This is normal," Dumbledore said. "Drinking unicorn blood can only help Voldemort extend his life, and Quirrell will bear all the consequences."

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore glanced at Quirrell behind him, "Especially this year, the burden of Voldemort's soul on Quirrell has been too heavy, so heavy that even he himself can't remember what he was like originally. ”

"It's no wonder. In a battle, he will only stand still and use Avada Kedavra. I thought he didn't know other spells." Wright curled his lips and said.

"How is that possible?" Dumbledore relaxed his expression, "Professor Flitwick will definitely feel uncomfortable if he hears what you said. Quirrell was also one of the outstanding graduates of Ravenclaw, and he also went to the Professor Flitwick’s newts advanced course.”

"Then what should we do now?" Wright pointed at Quirrell, who was lying on the ground as if he was breathing his last breath. "What are we going to do with this follower of Voldemort?"

"Let this poor man sleep here." Dumbledore shook his head, "Even if we rescue him now, it will only make him more painful. The pain of another soul being divided is not something that everyone can accept. What’s more, what Quirrell has endured this year is Voldemort’s soul.”

Wright was a little surprised. This was not the first time he was surprised by Dumbledore's actions.

The first time, it was Wright who was accepted as a student by Dumbledore and taught combat experience.

The second time, it was Wright who was taken to Devonshire by Dumbledore and learned alchemy from Nicolas Flamel.

The third time, it was Wright who discovered that Dumbledore had never paid Harry the attention he deserved. Even when Harry was wandering around the dangerous castle at night, Dumbledore did not follow Harry. .

Now Wright originally thought that Dumbledore would rescue Quirrell, and even if things went wrong, Quirrell would be able to play his last role, but now Dumbledore said something to let Quirrell sleep peacefully.

Isn’t that phrase called “for the greater good”? And Lao Deng, didn’t it turn out black after you cut it open? Why did it suddenly become like this? Is this also the impact of world deviation?

"What about Harry?" Wright couldn't help but ask.

"What to do Harry?"

"Are they the levels you assigned, teacher?" Wright said, "Didn't you assign them specifically for Harry?"

What kind of adventure game is called a game without the big boss guarding it?

"Wright, I told you a long time ago, those levels are just to protect Nico's Philosopher's Stone." Dumbledore put his hands on his hips and looked at Wright helplessly, "Harry has his own life."

If I hadn't read the original work, I would definitely believe what you said at this time. Wright said silently in his heart.

"By the way, Wright, did Voldemort say anything else of value to you just now?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, Voldemort wanted to recruit me as his subordinate, and then he told me that the location where he hid his bloodline transformation magic was in the forest of Albania." Wright said.

"Bloodline transformation magic?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "I thought Wright you would use its original name correctly. All the bloodline transformation magic in the world are actually just magic transformations."