Exchange student at Hogwarts

Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw a white dome in front of him, wondering if this was heaven after death.

"Harry, you finally woke up. You've been in a coma for three days. The whole school knows what happened to us in the underground cave. You and Zhang are really amazing. You protected the Sorcerer's Stone." Ron's cheering voice Bringing him back to reality, it turned out that he was not dead.

"I'm not dead." Harry asked uncertainly, "What about Voldemort?"

"He's not dead either." Hermione sat next to her, looking not in a good mood: "Dumbledore said that."

"Where's Zhang?" Harry looked around and found that someone was missing.

"Dumbledore said he had some physical problems and returned to Kunlun Mountain." Hermione's eyes were red, and tears were about to overflow her eyes. "It seems to be because of the Sorcerer's Stone."

At this time, Dumbledore apparated out of thin air and appeared beside the hospital bed: "Don't worry, Zhang has returned to Kunlun. His health is not serious. You will see him next semester."

"What's going on?" Harry was still confused.

"That started when I arrived," Dumbledore said slowly. "I received a letter from the Ministry of Magic and as soon as I arrived in London, I realized that something was wrong. In Zhang's words, I fell into Voldemort's trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Rush back immediately"

Zhang Chen was very anxious when he saw Quirrell turning his head to deal with Harry. In order to avoid Quirrell's various death curses, Zhang Chen had retreated to a far corner and had no time to respond. In order to get to Harry as quickly as possible, Zhang Chen reversed his luck and forcibly stopped his high-speed movement. A large amount of energy went astray, and many small meridians in his body were torn. Zhang Chen vomited two mouthfuls of blood and was seriously injured.

Although he was injured, Zhang Chen used the recoil force of his inner breath to rush towards Harry at high speed. Seeing Harry grabbing Quirrell's arm and the wound on his forehead bursting with orange light, as if it was about to explode, Zhang Chen didn't care much for a moment and directly shattered all his consciousness and summoned all the strength in his body, no matter it was The true energy, divine source, and consciousness surged towards his hands with all their strength.

Zhang Chen originally wanted to use the sword energy in his left hand and the magic in his right hand to directly destroy Quirrell, but in his eagerness, he forgot that he still held the magic stone in his left hand. After the true energy in his left hand passed through the magic stone, it did not form sword energy and was shot out, but was transformed by it. It turned into a magical energy and connected to the right wrist. The magic wand in his right hand was taken off and hung in the air. I saw that the true energy and divine source in the body circulated back and forth between the magic stone, the right hand and the chest of the Kirin staff several times, forming a triangular path. Finally, a fierce red sword light was emitted through the wand, stabbing towards Quirrell.

Voldemort, who was behind Quirrell, was the first to bear the brunt. He looked horrified when he saw the sword light. He didn't know what method he used. Suddenly, Quirrell seemed to be unable to control his body. He let go of Harry and spun 180 degrees in the air to face the sword light. Quirrell turned around and had no time to react. He was hit by the sword in an instant. His whole body seemed to be in molten steel. He only heard the sound of "chichi" and vaporized away, leaving only a few rags on his robe. , floating in the air.

After killing Quirrell, the sword light showed no signs of weakening and continued to slash backwards. Voldemort got this second of counterattack and decisively transformed into black mist and escaped from Quirrell's mind, leaving most of the energy behind to form a black shield. Although it was also broken by a slash, it blocked the sword light for one more second. Voldemort himself had only a little invisible black light left, and he flashed in the air, escaping and ascending to heaven.

After destroying the black shield formed by Voldemort's remaining energy, the edge of the sword light weakened slightly, but it still shot back. Just after Quirrell and Harry let go, Harry had fainted and fell to the ground, but the time was too short, and part of his body was still on the path penetrated by the sword. Zhang Chen was shocked and tried his best to contain the energy and try to turn the sword energy around. When he saw that the sword energy was still about to hit Harry's left arm, a white figure appeared in front of Harry.

A translucent arc of energy collided with Zhang Chen's red sword light, and a sudden sound and light in the room caused Zhang Chen's eyes to shed tears and his ears to roar. With a heartbreaking sound, the sword light was finally wiped out, and the white figure was pushed back a few steps, revealing his true face. Dumbledore arrived in time.

Zhang Chen relaxed and turned his attention back to himself, only to realize that something was wrong with him. It turns out that in order to control the sword energy just now, Zhang Chen tried his best to contain the source of true energy. As a result, the energy transformed and amplified by the magic stone passed through several reincarnations of his right hand and the wand. Under Zhang Chen's control, it finally no longer vented outward through the wand. Instead, it rushed into Zhang Chen's body from his left and right hands in two directions.

This energy was so huge that it seemed as if it was flowing eastward. The vast water rushed away all the remaining true energy in Zhang Chen's body in an instant. All the small branches of the meridians were shattered, and only the twelve main meridians rushed to the Dantian. Shoot away. Fortunately, there is Feijian Datou in the Dantian, who is sitting still and unmoving. The energy is filtered by Datou to remove external impurities, and then starts the second circulation in the body through the Ren and Du meridians. Ordinarily this is not a bad thing. Within a few rounds of the internal cycle, Zhang Chen's Qinglian Sword Code and Xuan Gong successfully passed the level, and both advanced to the second level of the foundation period. But Zhang Chen soon discovered that something was wrong. The energy in the magic stone was vast and endless. Only a small amount of it was magical energy that could be directly utilized. Most of it was source of divine pollution similar to the soul that came from unknown sources. It could not be used by humans at all. Used. All this energy was absorbed by the big head of the Feijian. In just a moment, one-fifth of the Feijian's body had lost its metallic luster and became colorful. On the other hand, the storage of true energy and divine source in Ren and Du's two meridians quickly reached its upper limit, and there was an urgent need to vent it, otherwise Zhang Chen would face the end of exploding to death.

After Dumbledore confirmed that Harry was fine, he finally discovered Zhang Chen's abnormality and hurried to him. Seeing Zhang Chen's whole body trembling and the steam on his head, Dumbledore quickly judged the situation. With a slight shake of his wand, a powerful force came out of thin air, interrupting the circulation of the outer triangle. Zhang Chen's body was exhausted, and he was rushed again. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the sky, unable to move.

"You Western alchemists are really awesome. You rely on the soul residue of these lonely ghosts to survive. No wonder Nicoléme has to hide in a seclusion in a quiet place. I'm afraid that even an ordinary person can't move at this moment." How about that?" Zhang Chen only had one mouth and two eyes left to move, and he stared at Dumbledore and mocked. "If I had known earlier, I should have let Voldemort take it. Let's see what kind of human body he can use this thing to turn into a body that is neither human nor ghost. Maybe we don't need to take action, and it will be directly destroyed by these most filthy souls in the world. crazy"

"There is no perfect longevity in the world. Flamel's original intention was not to gain great power, but to extend his lifespan to complete his research. Voldemort was originally a madman. Wouldn't it be more terrifying to have a madman plus a madman?" said Dumble. Lido put the magic stone in a black box and put it in his pocket. "How do you feel now"

"I feel terrible, my natal flying sword is contaminated, natal flying sword, you know?

Moreover, all the meridians in my body are now severed, my consciousness is all blown to pieces, my source of energy and true energy are mixed together, and my two meridians, Ren and Du, are blocked into a pile of shit.

As for other burns and fractures, let’s not talk about them. They are probably half dead anyway.”

Zhang Chen was mentally weak at this time and couldn't even look inside. He was very helpless and could only briefly judge his physical condition and said, "I strongly suggest you send me back to Kunlun. I don't dare to take the medicine prepared by Madam Pomfrey." of"

"How can you go back like this?" Dumbledore was obviously worried.

"Don't you have a very good relationship between the Ministry of Magic and Downing Street? Just arrange a first-class cabin for me to fly to Shanghai. Someone will pick me up when the plane flies to the East China Sea. By the way, I have a medicine in my left pocket. Help me get it. What's going on? "What happened?" Zhang Chen suddenly found that driven by his consciousness, his wand suddenly flickered, and then the medicine bottle in his pocket flew out lightly, automatically opened the mouth of the bottle, poured out the pills, and flew into Zhang Chen's mouth.

Dumbledore also chuckled, "It seems that you and your wand have established some supernatural relationship. Now you can control your wand out of thin air, which is kind of interesting."

"Is it similar to your wandless spellcasting?" Zhang Chen tried to connect his consciousness with the wand. Although he couldn't understand the principle, he also knew that this would be a great improvement for him.

"It's different. Wandless spellcasting can only cast some simple spells. Without the amplification of the wand, many powerful magics cannot be released at all. This void control wand technology can free one hand of the wizard, which is very useful for medicine, divination, Casting various spells is a great advancement. Once you master it and sum up the experience, you will become a great wizard who will go down in history, Zhang." Dumbledore's eyes flashed strangely The light shines, and there is no hesitation in admiring it. "Now I can safely let you go back by yourself."

"Then I contacted the Ministry of Magic, put him on a plane back to China, and brought you back here." Dumbledore finally finished telling the rest of the story, and everyone in Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the Sorcerer's Stone was not taken away by Voldemort."

"As for the Sorcerer's Stone, it has been destroyed." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Destroyed" Harry asked in confusion, "But your friend, Nicolas Flamel"

"Oh, you actually know about Nico," Dumbledore asked, sounding very happy, "You have made this matter very clear. This is the code. Nico and I talked about it, and we agreed that it was The best way."

"But then, he and his wife will die, right?"

"Actually, Zhang Chen is right. Sometimes this way of immortality is just a burden to people. But don't worry, they have saved some elixirs, which is enough for them to take care of things. Then, yes, They will die."

Harry lay there, not knowing what to say. Dumbledore hummed happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

Sir," said Harry, "I've been thinking...Sir, even though the Philosopher's Stone is gone, I mean, You-Know-Who. . "

"Just call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the correct name for things. The fear of a name will strengthen the fear of the thing itself."

"Yes, sir. That's right. Voldemort will try to make a comeback in other ways, right? I mean, he didn't disappear, right?"

"Yes, Harry, he didn't disappear. He's still hiding somewhere, maybe looking for a body he's willing to share. He's not really alive, so he can't be killed. He was just running away. , completely disregarding Quirrell's life and death; he is ruthless to his enemies, and he is equally ruthless to his followers. However, Harry, you and Zhang have stopped him once, preventing him from regaining his strength immediately, but if he continues , if he is delayed again and again, he may never be able to regain his strength."

"Mainly Zhang Chen, I didn't do anything," Harry replied modestly. "By the way, sir, one last question..."

"Is it the last one?"

"How did I get the magic stone out of the magic mirror?"

"Ah, I'm glad you finally asked me about it. It's one of my tricks up my sleeve, and it involves the tacit understanding between you and me, which is remarkable. You know, the only one who hopes to find the Philosopher's Stone is to find it It, but only those who do not use it can get it; other people can only see in the mirror that they are fishing for gold and making a fortune, or drinking the elixir of life to extend their lives. My brain is really good, sometimes I was surprised myself. Okay, enough questions, what do you think?"

Looking at Dumbledore's retreating figure, Harry said thoughtfully, "Dumbledore is a very interesting man. I think he probably wants to give me a chance. He seems to know more or less what is happening here. Some. I think he knew very well what we were going to do. He didn't stop us, but secretly taught us many useful things. I don't think it was an accident that he made me understand the function of the magic mirror. He seemed to think that if it were possible , I have the right to face Voldemort."

"Yes, this is what makes Dumbledore extraordinary." Ron said proudly, "Listen, you must come to the year-end banquet tomorrow. The scores have been calculated, and of course, Slytherin won first place. , you missed the last Quidditch match. Without you, we were beaten badly by Ravenclaw, but the food at the banquet was still delicious."

Just then Madam Pomfrey burst in.

"You have been here for nearly fifteen minutes, get out of here." She said firmly.

Harry slept soundly until dawn, feeling that his energy was almost restored.

The vast and tall Great Hall was decorated with green and silver representing Slytherin to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup win. A huge banner with a Slytherin snake hanging on the wall behind the guest of honor seat. As soon as Harry walked in, there was a sudden silence in the Great Hall, and then suddenly everyone started talking loudly again. He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat between Ron and Hermione, pretending not to notice people standing up and staring at him.

A moment later, Dumbledore arrived, and the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided. "Another year has passed," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Before you enjoy these delicious dishes, I must trouble everyone to listen to an old man's cliche. As far as I know, we must first conduct the Academy Cup award ceremony. The specific scores of each house are as follows: fourth place, Gryffindor, 312 points; third place, Hufflepuff, 352 points; Ravenclaw, 426 points, Slytherin four hundred and seventy-two points."

The Slytherin table erupted in a thunderous roar of cheers and stamping of feet. Harry saw Malfoy banging his goblet on the table, the look was disgusting. "Yes, yes, the performance is good." Dumbledore said, "However, the recent events must also be taken into account." The auditorium became very quiet, and the Slytherins' smiles also softened.

"Ahem, uh" Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some final points to distribute. The first item is Mr. Ron Weasley." Ron's face suddenly turned red. He saw McGonagall The professor smiled and nodded at him. "He won the most exciting game at Hogwarts in many years, and I award fifty points to Gryffindor for that."

The Gryffindors' cheers almost brought down the enchanted ceiling. The stars above their heads seemed to be shaken slightly. Percy can be heard shouting to the other prefects: "It's my brother. As you know my youngest brother made it through Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard array."

It took a lot of effort for everyone to calm down again. "The second item is Miss Hermione Granger. She faced the fire and carried out logical reasoning calmly. I will award fifty points to Gryffindor House." Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry doubted her. I must have cried secretly. All around them the Gryffindors were ecstatic, jumping up and down around the dining room table as they moved up a full hundred points. "Third item, Harry Potter," said Dumbledore. The auditorium suddenly became extremely quiet. "He showed fearless courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I would also like to award Gryffindor House sixty points."

The noise was deafening. Those students who could still calculate the scores in their minds while shouting hoarsely knew that Gryffindor's current score of 472 was exactly the same as Slytherin's score. They were already close to winning the Academy Cup. It would have been nice if Dumbledore had given Harry one more point.

Dumbledore raised a hand.The auditorium gradually became quiet again.

"There are many kinds of courage," Dumbledore smiled. "To deal with the enemy we need superhuman courage, and to sacrifice oneself to save friends requires even greater courage. In addition, strength worthy of courage is equally important. Therefore, I I want to reward our only exchange student Zhang Chen with 80 points for not being at the scene even though he returned to the East early to treat his injuries."

Anyone standing outside the Great Hall at this moment might have thought there had been an explosion, as the cheers from the Gryffindor table grew louder and louder. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up and cheered loudly. Harry cheered, nudged Ron with his elbow, and then pointed at Malfoy. Judging from Malfoy's appearance, even if he had just been cast a full body binding spell, he would not look more surprised or panicked than he did now.

"This means," Dumbledore had to shout loudly to be heard over the thunderous cheers, because even the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were celebrating Slytherin's sudden defeat. "We need to make some small changes to the decor here."

He clapped his hands, and immediately, the green hanging ribbons turned into bright red, and the silver ones turned into gold; the huge Slytherin snake disappeared, replaced by a majestic Gryffindor lion. Snape was shaking hands with Professor McGonagall, forcing an awkward smile on his face. His eyes met Harry's, and Harry immediately understood that Snape's attitude towards him had not changed at all. Harry figured this was nothing to worry about. It seems like next year life will be back to normal again, at least back to how Hogwarts always was.

This was the best night of Harry's life, better than winning Quidditch, celebrating Christmas, or defeating a troll, and he would never, ever forget this night.