Connor's Hogwarts

"You're awake, good afternoon, Harry."

When Harry woke up, he heard an old and gentle voice ringing in his ears. Harry turned his head and saw Dumbledore sitting next to him. Harry stared at him blankly at first, and then suddenly I remembered: "The professor of the Philosopher's Stone is Quirrell, and he wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"Don't get excited, Harry," said Dumbledore, "Quirrell hasn't got the Philosopher's Stone."

"Then I remember who got it."

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

Harry swallowed and looked around.Only then did he realize that he was in the school infirmary.He was lying on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linen sheets, and the table next to him was piled high with candies as high as a hill.

"These are gifts from your friends and admirers." Dumbledore said with a smile, "What happened between you and Professor Quirrell in the dungeon is a complete secret, but the secret always It spread like wildfire, so all the teachers and students in the school naturally knew about it."

"I...how long have I lived here?"

"I brought you back here the night before yesterday. Your physical fitness is very good. I guessed that you were going to wake up, so I came here and waited for you to wake up."

"But sir, the Philosopher's Stone"

"Looks like there's no way to distract you, well, let's just talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell wasn't able to take it from you, I was there in time to stop him, but I must say, You actually dealt with it very well by yourself, um, in fact, when I arrived, Quirrell had already been defeated by you."

"You arrived. Did you receive the letter Hermione sent you with the owl?"

"Me and the owl probably missed it in the air. As soon as I arrived in London, I realized that I should go back to where I just left, and then I rushed back."

"It turns out that you have arrived, that's great."

"I'm also worried that it's too late."

"It was almost too late. I felt at that time that I couldn't hold on for much longer. The Philosopher's Stone would be snatched away by him soon. Thank you..." Harry recalled the feeling of powerlessness when he punched to the end. , thank you sincerely.

"When I said too late, I didn't mean the Philosopher's Stone. My child, I meant you. You almost lost your life trying to protect the Philosopher's Stone. I was so frightened when I arrived that I thought you were really dead. As for the Philosopher's Stone. Well, it has been destroyed by me."

"Destroyed." Harry looked up in confusion, "But your friend, Nicolas Flamel..."

"Oh, you actually know Nico," Dumbledore said in a very happy tone, "You made this matter very clear. That's it. Nico and I talked about it, and we agreed that this is the best thing. Method."

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

"They've stockpiled some elixirs, enough for them to get things sorted out. Then, yes, they die."

Seeing the astonished expression on Harry's face, Dumbledore smiled and said calmly:

"I know, to someone as young as you, this may seem weird. But for Nico and his wife, death was actually like finally going to bed after a long day. And, For people with a clear head, death is just another great adventure. You know, the Philosopher's Stone is not actually such a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want or how long you want to live, you can These two things are what humans want most, but the problem is that humans prefer those things that are least beneficial to them.”

Harry was lying on the bed, he couldn't take this kind of words, he still couldn't understand what Dumbledore meant, but he felt that what Dumbledore said should be right.

Dumbledore hummed happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

Harry said, "Professor, even though the Philosopher's Stone is gone, I mean, You-Know-Who"

"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the right name for things. Fear of a name intensifies fear of the thing itself."

Harry was convinced, and he agreed very much with this statement: "Okay, Professor. That's right, I wonder if Voldemort will try to use other methods to make a comeback. I mean, he didn't die or 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 only looking out for himself. Sneaking away, completely disregarding Quirrell's life and death, he is ruthless to his enemies, and he is equally ruthless to his followers." Dumbledore took the opportunity to convey the correct views to Harry.

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

"The truth," sighed Dumbledore, "is a beautiful and terrible thing to be treated with extreme caution. I will try to answer your question, though, unless I have a good reason to keep it secret, in which case I I hope you can forgive me. Of course I can't lie to you."

"That's right, I want to know why Quirrell can't touch me. When he touches me, he will get blisters all over his body and become red..."

"Your mother died to save you. If there's one thing Voldemort doesn't understand, it's love. He doesn't realize that a love as strong as your mother's for you leaves itself in you." Imprinted. To be loved so deeply by someone, even though the person who loved us is dead, leaves us with a forever talisman. It is hidden in your skin. It is for this reason that Qi Luo can't touch you. Quirrell's heart is full of hatred, greed and ambition. After he sold his soul to Voldemort, he would feel unbearable pain when he touched someone like you with such a beautiful mark on his body. "

At this time, the door panel of the room seemed to ring. Harry looked over and took this time to wipe away his tears with the sheets. When he thought of his mother's sacrifice to save him, he couldn't help but shed tears. When the voice sounded loudly, When he returned to normal, Harry said: "And that invisibility cloak. Did you know that Huai gave it to me?"

"Ah, your father happened to leave it to me, and I thought you might like it." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a cunning light, "It's a very useful thing... Your father was here back then. When I was in school, I mainly relied on it to sneak into the kitchen and steal food.”

"There's one more thing..."

"Just ask."

"Quirrell said Snape him"

"It's Professor Snape, Harry."

"Oh, yes, it's him. Quirrell said that Professor Snape hates me because he hated my father. Is this true?"

"Well, they did look at each other badly, a bit like you and Mr Malfoy. Then your father did something that Snape could never forgive him."

"What's up"

"He saved Snape's life."

"what"

"Yes..." Dumbledore said quietly, "The human mind is indeed very wonderful, isn't it? Professor Snape can't bear to owe your father such a favor... I think the reason why he tried every means to protect him this year You, because he thinks that this can equalize him and your father, and no one owes anyone else. Then he can relive his hatred for your father with peace of mind..."

At this time, the door panel rang again. Dumbledore looked at the time and said, "Your friends will be coming to visit you soon. Do you have any questions to ask?"

"Yes, Professor, and one last question..."

"Just ask."

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

"Ah, I'm glad you finally asked me about it. This is my great trick, an interesting magic. Only the man who wishes to find the Philosopher's Stone, wants to find it, but doesn't use it, can get it. .isn’t that a great note?”

Dumbledore shrugged and said: "Okay, enough questions. I suggest you start enjoying these candies. Ah, Bibi's multi-flavor beans. I was unlucky when I was young and accidentally ate one. Stinky beans, I'm afraid I don't like beans very much since then, but I think it's always safe to choose a toffee flavor, what do you think?"

He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth.Then he choked and said, "Bah, it smells like earwax, unfortunately."

At this time, the voice of the head nurse of the school hospital sounded outside the door. Madam Pomfrey was a kind woman, but very strict.

"Only 5 minutes."

"Absolutely not"

"But you let Professor Dumbledore in..."

"Yes, of course. He is the principal, so it is different. In short, the patient needs to rest, and you can't go in..."

"It seems that your friends have come to visit you," Dumbledore stood up, "Then you don't need me, an old man, to chat with you. I'll let your friends come to see you..."

"Ah, thank you, Professor." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he would rather see his good friends than chat with the headmaster.

After Dumbledore opened the door and walked out, Ron and Hermione walked in after a while, and they looked much more excited than Harry.

"Harry"

"Thank God you finally woke up"

"Oh, Harry, we all thought you were going to..."

"The whole school is talking about this and what happened at that time."

Harry couldn't wait to tell them everything: Quirrell, the mirror, the Philosopher's Stone, and Voldemort.

Ron and Hermione listened very attentively, gasping nervously every time they reached a dangerous place, and when Harry mentioned the face under Quirrell's turban, Hermione screamed uncontrollably. When Leigh said he was crazy about Ola Olaquilo, Ron also yelled excitedly.

"So, the Philosopher's Stone is gone," Ron finally asked, "Nicolas Flamel is going to die."

"I thought it was incredible at first, but Dumbledore thought, well, what was he talking about? He said that for people with a clear mind, death is just another great adventure." Harry's eyes were bright: " I think what he said makes sense.”

"Tell me, could it be that Dumbledore asked you to do this on purpose?" Ron said, "Give you your father's invisibility cloak and then guide you to do that thing."

"Oh, that can't be the case," Hermione couldn't help but say, "If he was really like this, I mean it would be terrible and you would probably be killed."

"No, that's not it," said Harry, shaking his head thoughtfully. "Dumbledore's a very interesting guy. I think he probably wants to give me a chance. He seems to know more or less what's going on at school." Some. I think he knew very well what we were going to do, but instead of stopping us, he secretly taught us many useful things. I think it is no accident that he made me understand the function of the magic mirror. He seems to think that if it is possible If so, I have the right to face Voldemort..."

Apparently, Harry had been completely tricked by some bad old man.

"Yes, this is what makes Professor Dumbledore extraordinary." Ron sighed, "By the way, Harry, you must be in time to attend the year-end banquet when you are discharged from the hospital. The scores have been calculated, la Winclaw is first. Although we have nothing to do with the Academy Cup...but the food at the banquet is still delicious..."

On the other side, as soon as Dumbledore walked out of the campus hospital, Connor's figure appeared behind him: "Professor, don't you even blush when you tell lies?"

"Connor, white lies are sometimes necessary, and it is not a good thing for Harry to know too much." Dumbledore looked at Connor with a smile: "Of course, this sentence is very important to most people." Everyone uses it, and many times, knowing too much can bring disaster upon oneself.”

Connor moved away from several positions, away from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head and continued to walk forward: "When do you plan to return the Sorcerer's Stone to me?"

"Why are you so anxious...I'm going to give it back to you..." Connor muttered, took out a ruby ​​from his pocket and threw it to Dumbledore, "Here~"

"How are you? Have you tested anything?" Dumbledore took it and after confirming that it was the real Sorcerer's Stone, he put it in his pocket.

"Of course... there is."

"Oh, can you use the magic power inside?" Dumbledore shook his head and smiled: "It is difficult for me to do this. The magic power in the Sorcerer's Stone can only be used with special alchemy, otherwise I would not be able to use it with confidence. I leave it to you, give it up, Connor, the Philosopher's Stone is not a useful thing, it's better to destroy it."

"Well, although I can't use the magic power inside~" Connor clasped his hands behind his head, took steps that he didn't recognize, and even whistled, "But Saber and Angel seem to be able to use the magic power inside~"

Dumbledore was stunned, slowed down, and turned to look at Connor: "What you said is true."

Connor ignored Dumbledore and continued to follow his footsteps: "Angel also said that if there is such a thing, maybe we can make the clock that travels through the future that only exists in theory~"

Dumbledore didn't leave, he stood in front of Connor with a serious expression: "Connor, this is not the time to joke."

Connor was shaking, his expression was indescribably proud: "Of course it is true. To be precise, it is Saber who can use the power of the magic stone. She said that this magic power is similar to the energy she absorbs from the surrounding environment. Angel can barely use it under Saber's guidance..."

"Professor Dumbledore, my student, I admire Mr. Nicolas Flamel so much..." Connor laughed mischievously: "Can you introduce him to me and get to know him?"

"..." Even though Dumbledore had been in a calm state of mind for many years, he couldn't help but have the urge to beat Connor...

Sure enough, wizards should practice martial arts.