HP Rebirth Memory Obliteration

"Harry, calm down!" While Draco couldn't restrain the trembling Harry, Lucius hugged James from behind, whose legs were limp.

With a bang, the dagger rolled out of Harry's limp fingers.Harry lowered his head, his tears were hot, but he was dumbfounded.

Draco couldn't see his father's expression, except for the tight lips.

At this time James has fainted.

"...So, so, Fizeren's prophecy is like this..." Harry looked up at James, "Uncle Lucius, my daddy won't die, right?"

"Although most of the poison that hurts the soul has killed the main soul and Quirrell, it is still a big burden for your dad." Lucius rolled over James and embraced him, his hands were beyond Harry's Unexpectedly, James' cheeks were covered, and he murmured softly: "I should have exposed you earlier, otherwise this kind of thing wouldn't have happened, it's my fault..."

"Uncle Lucius..." Harry was about to speak, but Draco covered his mouth.

Lucius suddenly tightened his arms holding James, "I'll take James back to Malfoy Manor, Draco, I'll leave this to you. Remember, don't be discovered." While speaking, the cloak of invisibility covered the two of them again , they need somewhere to Apparate.

The two little guys leaned against each other quietly, and Harry probably recovered before speaking again: "Draco, Daddy will be fine, right?"

"Well, don't worry, father will find a solution." Draco patted Harry's head: "By the way, you started to mention Firenze's prophecy?"

Harry moved away from Draco's shoulder and nodded solemnly: "It's exactly the same. Do you remember that time? He grabbed my hand, and at that time I saw another dagger I was panicking, which was ruby That, said what I started to say."

"Is this dagger mine? Not yours?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. I was surprised when I saw it, but I didn't take it seriously. At that time, I thought I would stab you, so I was very taboo to hold a knife. You see, I didn't sit next to you when I ate. It's all my fault, I'll be careless after a long time...I'm sorry Daddy..."

Draco stroked his chin and pondered: "Okay, it's all over, don't think too much. Besides, my father can't do it, and there is the godfather."

"Mr. Dean? Didn't Quirrell say that Mr. Dean hates my daddy?"

Hearing this, Draco laughed out loud. "Well, Uncle Evelson is indeed... more fond of pranks than the Weasley brothers, and the godfather has suffered a lot, but isn't everything all right now? With my father around, the godfather dare not save Uncle Evelson."

"Why?" When Draco said this, Harry remembered the scene that shocked him just now, Merlin's bald head, why Uncle Lucius seemed to like Daddy's appearance so much, he was so pampered and pampered.

Draco shrugged: "I'll tell you this when we go back, okay?" Snape's furious voice came from outside the flames, as if he was talking about old bees or something. smiled. "It's time, Harry, do you want to sleep? Why don't I give you a sleeping spell? Dumbledore and the others are coming in."

"They... you go, take the Invisibility Cloak away. Remember to sleep me." Harry nodded wearily, quickly adjusted his expression and knelt beside Quirrell.

When several professors passed through the flames, Harry felt as if he had been hit by something, and his eyelids instantly became heavier, and they were directly pressed down: "Dean...Mr. Dean..." Before he could speak, his face Falling forward, fortunately, Quirrell was on the back, otherwise the nose would have collapsed.

Harry felt himself sinking into darkness, falling... falling... falling...

A golden thing flickered above his head.It's a snitch!Instinctively, Harry wanted to grab it, but his arms were too heavy to lift.He blinked, and it turned out that it wasn't a snitch at all, but a pair of glasses.How strange.He blinked hard again, and Albus Dumbledore's smiling face gradually appeared in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Harry, how are you feeling?" said Dumbledore.Harry stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered.

"Sir! I...I killed Quirrell...I don't know where the Philosopher's Stone is..."

"Don't get excited, my dear boy, you don't need to care about this, really!" said Dumbledore, "Quirrell didn't get the Philosopher's Stone..."

"So who got it? Professor." Harry feigned horror. "The Philosopher's Stone is gone, shouldn't there be a Philosopher's Stone in that place?"

"Harry, please calm down, or Madam Pomfrey will kick me out." Dumbledore said with a bitter face, "Son, you really didn't get the Sorcerer's Stone?"

Harry swallowed and looked around.He was lying on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linen, and the table next to him was piled up like a hill, as if half a candy store had been moved here.But he was secretly laughing in his heart, he couldn't give you the Philosopher's Stone once he got it.He looked at the ceiling and thought for a while, then shook his head.

"I'm in the hospital...and these presents..."

"It's all gifts from your friends and admirers." Dumbledore said with a smile after quickly adjusting his expression, "What happened between you and Professor Quirrell in the dungeon is a complete secret, and Secrets always get out, so of course the whole school knows. As far as I know, your friends Fred and George Weasley originally gave you a toilet seat. No doubt they wanted to share You were kidding, but Madam Pomfrey thought it was unhygienic, so she confiscated it."

There were gifts from the Weasley twins, Harry smiled. "How long have I lived here?"

"Three days. Little Mr. Malfoy and your friends will be relieved to know you're awake. They've been very worried."

"But sir, the Philosopher's Stone?" Harry continued to pretend to be anxious calmly, just to make it easier for you!

"Looks like there's no way to distract you. Well, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell was not able to take it from you, and the Philosopher's Stone... stayed there. But I must say In a word, you actually dealt with it very well by yourself."

"Yes, I saw you before I fainted."

"As soon as I arrived in London, I realized that I should go back to the place I just left. When I came, I found that the rest of the professors had gone to the dungeon. It turned out that Professor Quirrell was dead, and the dungeon also sounded an alarm."

"It's a good thing he's dead, and the Philosopher's Stone won't be taken away."

"Silly boy, you almost lost your life defending the Philosopher's Stone. I was relieved the moment I saw you. I was always worried about you. As for the Philosopher's Stone, it will be destroyed."

"Destroy?" Harry asked puzzled, "but your friend, Nicolas?"

"Oh, you still know Nicole?" Dumbledore asked, looking very pleased. "You made this very clear, didn't you? Well, Nicole and I had a talk, and we agreed that It's the best way."

"But then he and his wife would be dead, wouldn't they?"

"They've got some elixirs in stock, enough for them to get things sorted out. And then, yeah, they're going to die."

Seeing the startled expression on Harry's face, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

"I know it might seem weird to someone your age, but for Nico and Perenal, death was actually like going to bed after a long day. And , to the sane mind, death is just another great adventure. You know, the Philosopher's Stone is not such a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want to have and how long you want to live, you can You can get your wish! These two things are what human beings want most, but the problem is that human beings just like to choose the things that are least beneficial to them.”

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

"Sir," said Harry, "I've been thinking... sir, despite the Philosopher's Stone gone, Voldy... 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."

"Yes, sir. Well, Voldemort will try to make a comeback in other ways, won't he? I mean, I killed him, but he's strong, isn't he?"

"No, dear boy, you killed him completely, Voldemort is dead, and unless... there are other Voldemorts, your responsibility has been fulfilled."

"Hope, this is the truth..." Harry closed his eyes. After the incident, he was most worried about James.

"The truth," sighed Dumbledore, "it is a beautiful and terrible thing to be treated with extreme caution. Is there anything you want to ask me? I will try to answer your question unless I have a good reason Keep your mouth shut, in that case, I hope you can forgive me. Of course I can't lie to you. "

"Well, Voldemort said he killed my mother because she was trying so hard to prevent him from killing me. But then again, why did he want to kill me?"

Dumbledore sighed heavily this time.

"Well, the first thing you ask me, I can't tell you. Not today, not now. Someday, you'll find out. Don't think about it for a while, Harry. Wait until you grow up." Older, I know you don't want to hear this, when you are ready, you will naturally know."

Harry knew it was useless to say more.Seeing the figure of Professor Dumbledore leaving, Harry curled his lips, saying that his father and mother were dead, but they were all well by his side, when can they appear in front of the world without masks... …Harry sighed.

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