The leader of HP arrives

No one expected that the Snitch would explode. Although Professor Flitwick's inspection results on the Snitch are still inconclusive, most professors are no longer convinced that Dean Ravenclaw was able to find the murderer from fragments smaller than fingernails. There is hope.This was obviously a well-planned murder, the target was the Savior, and Draco was just implicated innocently.

Fortunately, the explosion of the Snitch did not cause irreversible injuries to the Savior. After spending two full weeks in the medical wing, Harry was finally able to be discharged from the hospital on the day of the Christmas holiday.Most of the teachers and students had already taken the Hogwarts Express home. A thick layer of snow covered the stone roads of Hogwarts, and there were not even half a footprint on the smooth snow.The once noisy Hogwarts was immersed in the empty silence, and the once crowded corridors were now spacious and clean. Harry leaned against the cold walls of the corridors and felt a little sad for no reason.

"No, no, I don't know - Mr. Snape - what place is here - I, I, I missed Hogwarts, row, train - I, we, can, can go out and say - "

A stammering and hoarse voice passed through the wall to his ears. Harry froze for a moment and subconsciously stood up straight, but the voice disappeared immediately.Sound travels faster in solids, a Muggle elementary school lesson, Harry blinked, and pressed his ear to the wall again, this time he heard another sound.

"I think this is a better place, Quirinus Quirrell, there is no better place to torture a Slytherin wizard than the Chamber of Secrets. Several Defense Against the Dark Arts professors disappear inexplicably every year, even if you disappear forever in a Chamber of Secrets , and no one will find it strange." This voice was eerie and terrible, and the voice squeezed out of the teeth was like a hissing poisonous snake. Any Hogwarts student would never forget such a distinctive personality as the Potions Professor. Distinctive sound.

"I, I don't know, I don't know you, what are you talking about—"

"Don't worry, I've prepared it for you, Quirrell. Sixty milliliters of high-purity Veritaserum must be able to bring back your memories—about the Sorcerer's Stone, or that dragon egg—"

"But—but, Mr. Snape—" Professor Quirrell's voice seemed to be muffled by fear, even though Harry had pressed his whole body against the wall, he couldn't hear the indistinct words.

In the eyes of the empathetic savior, Professor Snape's grim threat obviously frightened the cowardly Professor Quirrell.The naive Harry would never have imagined that the truth behind the wall is the opposite.Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Zhenri's cowardly smile had faded at this moment, and the slightly raised eyebrows and the curvature of his lips made him look like a different person.He had already been cornered by Snape by the collar, and a few drops of Veritaserum sprayed on his cheeks, which obviously didn't work for the potions professor.

"Of course, I gave the half-giant the dragon egg. Besides the kind and cowardly professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, who else is willing to exchange a Norwegian Ridgeback egg worth [-] Galleons from the half-giant?" A trick to tame the three-headed dog? But, Mr. Snape, is this really good? Use Veritaserum to force the lord's plan out of my mouth, and then go and tell Headmaster Dumbledore. Do you really think Dumbledore Can you still defeat that lord? Dumbledore is old, Senior Snape—do you think that when you betray the mysterious man again—how long can Dumbledore protect you?"

"I, I'm not—" Severus opened his mouth, but couldn't correct Quirrell's misunderstanding.What can he argue with?Did you not betray the mysterious man, or did you not inform Dumbledore, or did you just want to complete the master's plan silently?

"I'm not something your shallow wisdom can guess, Quirrell. Dumbledore placed the Sorcerer's Stone in the Mirror of Erised in the third classroom in the corridor on the second floor." Severus took a sharp step back and loosened He opened Quirrell who was in his hand.The overstretched left leg is still aching, and the poison on the three-headed hellhound's teeth has not completely healed.The Mirror of Erised is a prop made by goblins. It may be a bit troublesome to take out the Philosopher's Stone from it, but it is much easier to take away a mirror than to suppress a three-headed hellhound.

The word Philosopher's Stone made Harry's eyes widen slightly. The huge explosion in Diagon Alley was still fresh in his memory, and the Daily Prophet had mentioned what happened that day.Hagrid also mentioned that a group of Death Eaters robbed Gringotts, but the goblins at Gringotts were unwilling to admit that their security measures were no longer effective. Fortunately, Principal Dumbledore had the foresight to replace the contents of the vault with counterfeit.But what exactly was that treasure, Hagrid was unwilling to say anything.The Philosopher's Stone - It is the Philosopher's Stone that the Death Eaters want to take from the Old Spirits!This word corresponds to the vague word that Hagrid once said, and all the mysteries are solved.

Ron had said more than once that Professor Snape was a member of the Death Eaters, no matter what reason Headmaster Dumbledore made a Death Eater a Hogwarts professor.But what is certain is that the Potions Professor is preparing to guard the thief, and even wants to force Professor Quirrell to do this evil thing with him!

"What are you doing here, Harry Potter." The cold, slippery voice slid down the back of his spine, and Harry shuddered suddenly. It reached the tip of the wand protruding from the opponent's sleeve.

"You, hello, Harry." Quirrell took a few steps faster, walked around in front of Severus and reached out to hold the shoulder of the savior, "I, I have, a gift, a gift for you, Harry .”

"I have a gift for you, El." Quirrell rescued the poor savior from the potions professor, but Lucius had to greet the unwelcome guest with a forced smile.

With Christmas still a week away, Dongfang Bubai curled his lips, but still opened the gift box that Joyce handed over.There is a magic wand lying in the exquisitely packaged gift box. The retro style looks a bit quaint and decayed, but the smooth wood still embodies the powerful magic of this magic wand.The ring-shaped growth rings all over the wand and the fine radial white veins reveal the identity of this mysterious wand. Only the ancient western elderberry wood can show this green-brown luster and such delicate texture.

Elderberry has always been associated with death and the soul, and is even regarded as the habitat of the soul in Muggle rumors. Any act of burning elderberry or even touching elderberry will bring bad luck. This is not a suitable material for wands of wood.But there is such an ominous magic wand in history. It is said that it was made by the god of death himself. It is 15 inches long, with elderberry as the body and thestral tail feathers as the heart.He once thought it was the vampire who took the Elder Wand from Dumbledore, but he didn't expect it to be Joyce's method. After all, the vampire no longer needed the wand.

"Only the Elder Wand can match a Slytherin wizard. You will like him, my dear Al." Joyce blinked, as if satisfied with the flash of surprise in Dongfang Bubai's eyes, and walked around Passing the old wizard who was kneeling on the ground, he reached out and took out the old wand from the box and put it in Dongfang's palm, "Try how it feels, El."

The old wizard kneeling on the ground was already out of shape, but he was deliberately stuffed into a set of gorgeous magic robes. The sparse white hair and loose skin set off the huge firework around his neck, giving him a sense of terror that violated harmony.If you want to become the master of the Elder Wand, you must kill its previous master. Dumbledore did not kill Grinwald. It is said that Grinwald is not the real master of the Elder Wand, so the identity of this old wizard is called Then, a name rolled out from the tip of Lucius' tongue, "Is he Gregovich?"

"Avada Kedavra." Dongfang Bubai casually waved the wand in his hand, and several house elves rushed out impatiently, dragging the corpses on the ground and disappeared on the floor. The little platinum noble just appeared outside the door.

"Godfather, father, Mr. Slytherin, good evening." Draco walked in with his shoulders tensed, but his slightly trembling hands revealed the uncontrollable fear of the little nobleman, and the thick darkness on Joyce's body The breath almost made him hold his breath.

"I still have some things to prepare for you. I will come to pick you up before school starts, Al." The little nobleman forced himself to be calm, and his pitiful look made Lucius almost pull out his wand to expel Slater in front of him Forest blood family.Joyce glanced at poor Draco lightly, but he just hooked the corner of his lower lip maliciously, revealing half of his bright fangs, and walked out of the room.As for my younger brother, I can't force him too tightly. Whether it's El or Voldy, after hundreds of years of separation, especially after the battle in Govic Valley, I absolutely don't want to repeat it again. The tragedy of the previous life.In any case, although the Malfoy family has a short history, it is still a pure-blood Slytherin family, which is much better than the half-blood wizard of the Snape family.

We still have a lot of time to slowly change these bad habits, in the long future.It is my responsibility and obligation as an older brother to protect you, teach you, and lead you to become a real Slytherin, and you, my dear Al, you will not need any support other than your family.

Joyce didn't return to Hogwarts, so he didn't know that the person who could really understand him at this moment was not Invincible in the East, but the savior far away in Hogwarts.

"Dad, Mom—" Harry involuntarily stroked the smooth and cold mirror with his fingers. The wizard in the mirror was still smiling and beckoning, but there was only biting coolness within reach.

"The Mirror of Erised can make people see the most urgent and strongest desire in their hearts, but it can't reflect the truth, Harry." Quirrell sighed lightly, and removed his own mirror from the mirror. line of sight.

"But they are so real, my parents, I saw them, and the rest of the family—" The intensity of the excitement even made Harry ignore Quirrell's fluent speech, "I've never seen They can recognize them at a glance—”

Of course, Dumbledore would not let other people get the Sorcerer's Stone so easily. Quirrell shook his head at Harry, stretched out his hand to open the curtain to cover the mirror again, and easily noticed the magic that Dean Ravenclaw cast around him. The warning spell, and there must be more spells that he couldn't detect.

"Professor Snape wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone!" The mirror was covered, and Harry sighed regretfully, recalling the conversation he had just heard, "Professor Quirrell, we have to tell Headmaster Dumbledore— —”

"Student, no, shouldn't, shouldn't know about the Philosopher's Stone—" Quirrell stretched out his hand and pushed Harry out of the classroom, twitching the corners of his mouth silently, and couldn't even understand how the savior came to such a ridiculous inference.

"Can I still come here—I mean—if I can—"

"You can come and see your parents anytime, anytime."

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell." Harry raised his tear-filled eyes, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had a faint sadness on his face, which made him look different from the usual submissive wizard, "You In—what did you see in the mirror?"

But what answered him was only a figure walking away. The thin black figure gradually disappeared in the corridor. The cold wind lifted Quirrell's wide robe, looking like a lonely ghost wandering in Hogwarts.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Mr. Mooncake... After the revision today, I found out that Mr. Mooncake threw me eight landmines, ranking first...