All things are three at Hogwarts

For students, it is easy to listen to the teacher's lectures, but to find out their own doubts and ask the teacher questions is a great test of one's thinking and self-understanding.

Allen heard Professor Dumbledore's words, thought for a moment, and then asked his biggest doubt tonight: "Professor, why did I clearly hit Voldemort, but it didn't have the effect that the coma spell should have on him? "After saying that, Allen looked a little embarrassed. His coma spell did not make Voldemort unconscious, but only used the physical effect to break his nose...

Dumbledore raised his eyes and looked serious. "Although I haven't witnessed your battle with my own eyes, I have some conjectures. First of all, although Voldemort is so weak that he wants to parasitize Professor Quirrell, the magic power he possesses is not comparable to that of a first-year freshman. Even if your The magic power has far exceeded that of young wizards of the same age. Secondly, there may be some defensive magic arranged on the scarf behind Professor Quirrell's head. Judging from Voldemort's mind, he will not let himself enter Hogwarts without any protection. Therefore, Your spell is not fully effective."

Allen nodded thoughtfully. No matter what, studying soul magic is a compulsory course.

"Child, do you have anything else to ask?" Professor Dumbledore playfully picked up a piece of berry and threw it into his mouth.

"I want to know what happened to Professor Quirrell and what kind of punishment he will get?" Allen was a little curious. When they came back just now, Professor Dumbledore did not bring Professor Quirrell with him. What if he wakes up from the coma spell and escapes?

"Unfortunately, although Quirrell woke up twice, after Voldemort inhabited his body, he probably occasionally tried to resist. Therefore, in the struggle with the extremely powerful and evil soul in his body, his soul The energy has been almost exhausted. Coupled with the protective magic that touched Harry's body, he has been severely burned. Even if Poppy (Ms. Pomfrey) tried her best to save him, it is estimated that there will be no way to save him. He is really injured. It's too heavy and his body is weak. I'm afraid he won't wait too long before his whole body collapses and dies. Of course, Professor Snape will rush over to see him off." Allen heard it from Professor Dumbledore's tone. Regret and regret.

"Professor, you seem a little sad!" Allen pointed out this fact. He suddenly wanted to know what Professor Dumbledore thought of Professor Quirrell. Professor Dumbledore can accept Professor Snape, a former Death Eater. If Professor Quirrell can recover, he will also be forgiven.

The passing of life always brings countless emotions to people. Knowing the situation and ending that Professor Quirrell may have to face, and thinking of the scene of him teaching young wizards in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Allen actually felt a little sad. A supposedly excellent Ravenclaw graduate ended up in this state.

In fact, Professor Quirrell is indeed a very good teacher. Although he is completely unable to resist the temptation of Voldemort due to his weak will, it is undeniable that he is proficient in magic defense theory and the theoretical content taught in class is very solid. , at least for first-year students, theory is actually more important than practice.

"Professor Quirrell was once a gifted but weak boy," who was teased a lot during his school career for being shy and nervous. He felt dissatisfied with himself because of this and wanted to prove himself. Perhaps this is why he travels around and deliberately exercises his defensive skills. The naive Quirrell, probably like those who feel that they are insignificant or even ridiculous, has a latent desire for the world to look at him with admiration. It was because of his talent and hard work that I hired him as your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It's really a pity. Without Voldemort, he would actually be a very competent professor. "Professor Dumbledore said a lot in one breath, and Allen could hear that he felt sorry for Quirrell from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing Dumbledore frequently drinking honey lemonade, Alan felt that he should leave.

Quickly returning to the Ravenclaw dormitory, Allen looked at Edward who had fallen asleep, sleepiness and fatigue spreading throughout his body. He had no intention of sorting out today's gains and feelings, and fell into a deep sleep.

What Allen didn't know was that shortly after he left, Professor Dumbledore put on pajamas with a bright red azalea pattern. In the principal's office, he expressed his opinion about him in front of the portraits of the previous principals, "It's really... He is a smart boy, very talented. But he is kind-hearted, has a bottom line in his behavior, knows how to advance and retreat, and knows how to measure. He didn't even ask what we would do with the Philosopher's Stone."

Phineas Nigellus put on a disdainful smile and said: "You once said that person was the smartest and most talented student you have ever seen. Now there is another student who has received similar comments from you. student, I said that even if the influence of the mysterious man is not taken into account, I still have reservations about whether the future of the magic world can still remain stable."

"As Allen said, he is who he is. His experiences and emotions are unique. Not anyone will choose darkness. I can see that in addition to his smart mind, outstanding talent, heroic spirit, and soft heart His heart. For example, his kindness towards Filch, who was a Squib, and his pity for Quirrell. I don’t think he will become the next You-Know-Who.”

Allen, who was already immersed in sleep, had no idea what Professor Dumbledore had said about him, nor did he know that he had become a model of a good student in Professor Dumbledore's mind.

Perhaps he was too tired. In the uncontrollable dream, he came to a world shrouded in gray colors, without a trace of other colors. Only the strong sense of despair was constantly absorbing the loss of all positive emotions in his body. In the distance Black clouds were constantly emerging towards him like a rising tide. After a while, Allen, unable to move, took a closer look and realized that hidden in those black shadows were countless monsters that could only appear in nightmares.

In fact, Allen had already realized that he was having a nightmare, but he just couldn't wake up. He tried to use the wand in his hand, but found that he could not cast any magic at all.