The Obsession of the Savior of HP
Chapter 63
, "Okay, Harry. You... If you want to tell me anything, I'll wait in the headmaster's office."
"I will...after burying Professor Quirrell." Harry still didn't look up, said something lightly, then ignored anyone, walked out slowly, the potion in his body was still active, Harry walked through the fire wall safely , leaving behind a lonely back.
"Severus, please go and see Harry, I'm worried about his condition." Dumbledore said to Severus immediately after Harry left, after all Harry probably trusted only Severus.
Severus nodded, and then hurried away, he was also worried about Harry, so Harry made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart, although everything was still unclear, but he could be by Harry's side, he would never Allowing this to create a gap between him and Harry.
McGonagall glanced worriedly and left the two, "Principal Dumbledore, what happened here? Why is Harry like this?"
"No, I don't know, McGonagall." Dumbledore's mood became very complicated at this time. He really didn't expect Harry to come here. Although he did try to let Harry get the news, after all, Harry's whole body Hasn't shown any interest in it for a semester, and it's even more impossible to know that it is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the school.He was responsible for all of this. He originally planned that if Harry was going to take risks, he would definitely follow Harry secretly to prevent Harry from being harmed. However, there was a sudden accident in London today, and he had to attend. By the time he came back, it was already too late.
Everyone sighed, and tears flashed in the eyes of the kind-hearted Professor Sprout. Just now Harry was heartbroken just now.
After sighing for a while, I started to clean up the aftermath. After all, this place has been almost destroyed and needs to be reorganized.
Because it was night, there was no one on the road at all, Harry even forgot the invisibility cloak, and walked slowly in the corridor alone with the box in his hands.
"Who? There's another student going out at night, let me see...Harry?" Filch walked over from the opposite side, holding a dim chandelier, and cried out in surprise when he saw Harry.
"Filch, hello." Harry smiled, but with obvious alienation, "Principal Dumbledore allowed me to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, sorry to bother you." He nodded slightly, and then remained silent. Quietly walked past Filch, and slowly moved away.
"Meow..." Mrs. Norris sounded very sad. She seemed to feel Harry's emotions. People say that animals have the most sensitive senses. This is not wrong.
Mrs. Norris looked at Harry's back and let out a soft cry, her eyes flickering with worry, then she looked up at her master and gently rubbed her little head against Filch's trouser legs.
"Oh, Mrs. Norris...Harry doesn't look very good, what's going on?" Filch muttered to himself in a daze,
Before Filch could think clearly, the black robe quickly passed his sight with the flowing wind, "Filch, continue your patrol, don't damn stay here!" A tense sentence brought Filch back to his senses immediately, but He could only watch as the opponent flicked the corner of his black robe and disappeared.
"...It's all very strange." Filch concluded, then shook his head, carrying the chandelier and leading Mrs. Norris to continue the patrol. He was not interested in what happened tonight, as long as Hogwarts Castle It was still safe, and the students were all sound asleep.
Harry walked to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. At the door was a man in a wizard robe. He glanced lazily at Harry, and then said casually, "Give me your name."
"Harry Potter." Harry didn't know the password, and didn't think to ask just now, but the situation now is very similar to the situation at the entrance of the Ravenclaw lounge.
"Oh? Harry Potter, the previous owner ordered that no password is required, and now the new owner has not arrived, you can still enter freely." The man glanced at Harry, and then the door slowly opened.
Harry was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, holding the small wooden box tighter and tighter. It turns out that Professor Quirrell has already planned it, hasn't he?You should be aware of it!Damn it is because I am so obsessed with everything in the past that Professor Quirrell fought alone and finally had to die with Voldemort... You know, the devil's flame is specially designed to harm the soul, any burning... will burn the soul to the ground and disappear completely. world...
"Harry!" Severus finally rushed over when Harry silently accused himself at the door, looked at Harry's thin back, a trace of guilt flashed in his black pupils, and walked forward slowly, "Harry..." The voice became very gentle.It would be one of those Hogwarts thrillers to be overheard, but before speaking, cast a Wandless Silencing Charm on the surroundings.
"Severus..." Harry finally raised his head, his green eyes were filled with self-blame, and his eyes were red, which immediately made Severus feel distressed.
"Go in first." After all, Severus held back and didn't hug Harry immediately, but instead took Harry's hand and walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
The office is the same as Quirrell gave Harry, with a strong academic atmosphere. There are piles of books everywhere, all of which are heavy notebooks. On the desk is a stack of student papers that have been corrected. Professor Quirrell was grading homework before leaving for the checkpoint.And right next to the paper is a thick notebook.
Harry carefully placed Quirrell's ashes on the desk, then took two steps back and bowed three times to the locket.
"Severus..." Harry didn't look back, and softly called Severus' name, and then felt the other person hug him silently, Harry lowered his eyes, then turned around and buried himself in Severus' arms.
"Professor Quirrell is dead..." With a slightly trembling cry, Harry's voice was very soft and shallow.
"I know." Severus reached out and stroked Harry's hair, his eyes soft and soft, and he replied,
"Professor Quirrell... fired the devil's flames at himself, and died with Voldemort..." Harry raised his hands and hugged Severus' waist, his voice became suppressed and bitter, "I killed him, yes Me, it's me, it's all me... Sif..."
Hearing the truth of the matter, even Severus couldn't help being dazed for a moment, and when he turned around, he looked at the small box on the seat with more complicated eyes, opened his mouth, and still silently gave up speaking.
"It's not your fault, Harry..." Finally, Severus heard himself say this, and comforted Harry weakly. That thought he was the truth, and lost the chance to save Quirrell. Severus didn't think he should be responsible for Quirrell's death, but he knew that Harry would not be relieved because of his comfort, and now he could only let it go. Harry vented his emotions.
Harry cried...really cried, and the cold tears kept eroding Severus's skirt, and Severus could only hold Harry tightly, and the silence allowed Harry to pour out his emotions freely.
After an unknown amount of time, Harry came out of Severus' arms and had regained his composure, "Severus, I want to be alone with Professor Quirrell for a while." He raised his head and looked at Severus with some pleading, Harry knew that Severus was worried about him, but he still wanted to be alone with Professor Quirrell for a while, and then slowly pack up the things left by the professor.
"...Okay." Severus looked at Harry seriously, then nodded and pursed his lips. He would not comfort others, and now he could only believe that Harry could come out by himself.Leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Severus took one last look at the office door, his eyes calmed down, and then walked towards the principal's office.
Seeing the door being closed, Harry slowly started packing up Professor Quirrell's things. These books were about the introduction of Warcraft from various places and all kinds of magic knowledge. They were involved in various fields. It can be seen how persistent and responsible Professor Quirrell is for his courses. Well, Hogwarts is proud to have such a teacher... Harry looked at the book in his hand and smiled slightly, proud that Quirrell could be his professor.
Books take up a lot of space, but none of them are borrowed from the Hogwarts library. I am afraid they are all collected by Professor Quirrell himself. Looking at each book, old or new, Harry cast a shrinking spell to concentrate on it. Together, and then moved to the side of the sofa to put away.
Next was Professor Quirrell's desk. Harry put the students' papers aside directly, thinking that he would notify the prefects of all grades to pick them up tomorrow. This is the last gift Professor Quirrell left for them, isn't it?
After finishing all this, Harry noticed the diary on the desktop. It seemed to be new and well preserved. He reached out to pick it up and opened the first page. It was signed by Quirinus Quirrell, but the title made him Harry's heart trembled... "Research and analysis on the language of stone forest lizards"
This is impossible... Professor Quirrell said long ago when he was forcing Harry to learn such a language seriously, the language just exists like English, and there is no need for any research at all. However, it is useless to know too much. It is better to be able to read and learn more.These are the original words of Quirrell, it is absolutely impossible for him to do language research and analysis by himself...
At this moment, Harry suddenly had a feeling that the note in his hand was left to him by Professor Quirrell... After all, 3 days ago, when he was assessed by Professor Quirrell about language learning for the last time, Professor Quirrell said a very strange thing ... "...Finally learned everything, so... I can rest assured."
Harry bit his lip, turned and sat on the chair, flipping carefully
"I will...after burying Professor Quirrell." Harry still didn't look up, said something lightly, then ignored anyone, walked out slowly, the potion in his body was still active, Harry walked through the fire wall safely , leaving behind a lonely back.
"Severus, please go and see Harry, I'm worried about his condition." Dumbledore said to Severus immediately after Harry left, after all Harry probably trusted only Severus.
Severus nodded, and then hurried away, he was also worried about Harry, so Harry made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart, although everything was still unclear, but he could be by Harry's side, he would never Allowing this to create a gap between him and Harry.
McGonagall glanced worriedly and left the two, "Principal Dumbledore, what happened here? Why is Harry like this?"
"No, I don't know, McGonagall." Dumbledore's mood became very complicated at this time. He really didn't expect Harry to come here. Although he did try to let Harry get the news, after all, Harry's whole body Hasn't shown any interest in it for a semester, and it's even more impossible to know that it is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the school.He was responsible for all of this. He originally planned that if Harry was going to take risks, he would definitely follow Harry secretly to prevent Harry from being harmed. However, there was a sudden accident in London today, and he had to attend. By the time he came back, it was already too late.
Everyone sighed, and tears flashed in the eyes of the kind-hearted Professor Sprout. Just now Harry was heartbroken just now.
After sighing for a while, I started to clean up the aftermath. After all, this place has been almost destroyed and needs to be reorganized.
Because it was night, there was no one on the road at all, Harry even forgot the invisibility cloak, and walked slowly in the corridor alone with the box in his hands.
"Who? There's another student going out at night, let me see...Harry?" Filch walked over from the opposite side, holding a dim chandelier, and cried out in surprise when he saw Harry.
"Filch, hello." Harry smiled, but with obvious alienation, "Principal Dumbledore allowed me to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, sorry to bother you." He nodded slightly, and then remained silent. Quietly walked past Filch, and slowly moved away.
"Meow..." Mrs. Norris sounded very sad. She seemed to feel Harry's emotions. People say that animals have the most sensitive senses. This is not wrong.
Mrs. Norris looked at Harry's back and let out a soft cry, her eyes flickering with worry, then she looked up at her master and gently rubbed her little head against Filch's trouser legs.
"Oh, Mrs. Norris...Harry doesn't look very good, what's going on?" Filch muttered to himself in a daze,
Before Filch could think clearly, the black robe quickly passed his sight with the flowing wind, "Filch, continue your patrol, don't damn stay here!" A tense sentence brought Filch back to his senses immediately, but He could only watch as the opponent flicked the corner of his black robe and disappeared.
"...It's all very strange." Filch concluded, then shook his head, carrying the chandelier and leading Mrs. Norris to continue the patrol. He was not interested in what happened tonight, as long as Hogwarts Castle It was still safe, and the students were all sound asleep.
Harry walked to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. At the door was a man in a wizard robe. He glanced lazily at Harry, and then said casually, "Give me your name."
"Harry Potter." Harry didn't know the password, and didn't think to ask just now, but the situation now is very similar to the situation at the entrance of the Ravenclaw lounge.
"Oh? Harry Potter, the previous owner ordered that no password is required, and now the new owner has not arrived, you can still enter freely." The man glanced at Harry, and then the door slowly opened.
Harry was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, holding the small wooden box tighter and tighter. It turns out that Professor Quirrell has already planned it, hasn't he?You should be aware of it!Damn it is because I am so obsessed with everything in the past that Professor Quirrell fought alone and finally had to die with Voldemort... You know, the devil's flame is specially designed to harm the soul, any burning... will burn the soul to the ground and disappear completely. world...
"Harry!" Severus finally rushed over when Harry silently accused himself at the door, looked at Harry's thin back, a trace of guilt flashed in his black pupils, and walked forward slowly, "Harry..." The voice became very gentle.It would be one of those Hogwarts thrillers to be overheard, but before speaking, cast a Wandless Silencing Charm on the surroundings.
"Severus..." Harry finally raised his head, his green eyes were filled with self-blame, and his eyes were red, which immediately made Severus feel distressed.
"Go in first." After all, Severus held back and didn't hug Harry immediately, but instead took Harry's hand and walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
The office is the same as Quirrell gave Harry, with a strong academic atmosphere. There are piles of books everywhere, all of which are heavy notebooks. On the desk is a stack of student papers that have been corrected. Professor Quirrell was grading homework before leaving for the checkpoint.And right next to the paper is a thick notebook.
Harry carefully placed Quirrell's ashes on the desk, then took two steps back and bowed three times to the locket.
"Severus..." Harry didn't look back, and softly called Severus' name, and then felt the other person hug him silently, Harry lowered his eyes, then turned around and buried himself in Severus' arms.
"Professor Quirrell is dead..." With a slightly trembling cry, Harry's voice was very soft and shallow.
"I know." Severus reached out and stroked Harry's hair, his eyes soft and soft, and he replied,
"Professor Quirrell... fired the devil's flames at himself, and died with Voldemort..." Harry raised his hands and hugged Severus' waist, his voice became suppressed and bitter, "I killed him, yes Me, it's me, it's all me... Sif..."
Hearing the truth of the matter, even Severus couldn't help being dazed for a moment, and when he turned around, he looked at the small box on the seat with more complicated eyes, opened his mouth, and still silently gave up speaking.
"It's not your fault, Harry..." Finally, Severus heard himself say this, and comforted Harry weakly. That thought he was the truth, and lost the chance to save Quirrell. Severus didn't think he should be responsible for Quirrell's death, but he knew that Harry would not be relieved because of his comfort, and now he could only let it go. Harry vented his emotions.
Harry cried...really cried, and the cold tears kept eroding Severus's skirt, and Severus could only hold Harry tightly, and the silence allowed Harry to pour out his emotions freely.
After an unknown amount of time, Harry came out of Severus' arms and had regained his composure, "Severus, I want to be alone with Professor Quirrell for a while." He raised his head and looked at Severus with some pleading, Harry knew that Severus was worried about him, but he still wanted to be alone with Professor Quirrell for a while, and then slowly pack up the things left by the professor.
"...Okay." Severus looked at Harry seriously, then nodded and pursed his lips. He would not comfort others, and now he could only believe that Harry could come out by himself.Leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Severus took one last look at the office door, his eyes calmed down, and then walked towards the principal's office.
Seeing the door being closed, Harry slowly started packing up Professor Quirrell's things. These books were about the introduction of Warcraft from various places and all kinds of magic knowledge. They were involved in various fields. It can be seen how persistent and responsible Professor Quirrell is for his courses. Well, Hogwarts is proud to have such a teacher... Harry looked at the book in his hand and smiled slightly, proud that Quirrell could be his professor.
Books take up a lot of space, but none of them are borrowed from the Hogwarts library. I am afraid they are all collected by Professor Quirrell himself. Looking at each book, old or new, Harry cast a shrinking spell to concentrate on it. Together, and then moved to the side of the sofa to put away.
Next was Professor Quirrell's desk. Harry put the students' papers aside directly, thinking that he would notify the prefects of all grades to pick them up tomorrow. This is the last gift Professor Quirrell left for them, isn't it?
After finishing all this, Harry noticed the diary on the desktop. It seemed to be new and well preserved. He reached out to pick it up and opened the first page. It was signed by Quirinus Quirrell, but the title made him Harry's heart trembled... "Research and analysis on the language of stone forest lizards"
This is impossible... Professor Quirrell said long ago when he was forcing Harry to learn such a language seriously, the language just exists like English, and there is no need for any research at all. However, it is useless to know too much. It is better to be able to read and learn more.These are the original words of Quirrell, it is absolutely impossible for him to do language research and analysis by himself...
At this moment, Harry suddenly had a feeling that the note in his hand was left to him by Professor Quirrell... After all, 3 days ago, when he was assessed by Professor Quirrell about language learning for the last time, Professor Quirrell said a very strange thing ... "...Finally learned everything, so... I can rest assured."
Harry bit his lip, turned and sat on the chair, flipping carefully
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