The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

The blood of animals is incompatible, and it is precisely because of this that I have been led to the research on dragon blood.So Nick can be regarded as a mentor who has had a profound impact on me. "

Harry suddenly realized that Quirrell was still going to capture the blood of the unicorn, so he couldn't carry the Sorcerer's Stone with him and hid it in the hunting ground. It was accidentally discovered by Andrew, and finally became the current pattern.So where are they hiding now?Not the Forbidden Forest, where there are too many threats from magical creatures.Room of Requirement?It's possible, it's just hard to find the room they're in.Chamber of Secrets?This is also possible, only Voldemort, who can speak Parseltongue, can open the door, and he may find a chance to slip through tonight.In fact, rather than where they were hiding, Harry was more curious about why Andrew was still alive and well. Of course, this was what he hoped, but with Voldemort's temperament, this was somewhat unreasonable.They are now hiding in Hogwarts, Andrew is not very useful as a hostage, and it is obviously unreasonable to abscond with a burden.

Hagrid was already standing at the door waiting for them, his huge figure almost as tall as the cedar tree beside him. "Oh, Harry, just call me Hagrid, I'm so sorry about Andrew." Then he took out his dirty handkerchief and blew his nose.

After listening to Hagrid's description, Harry became more convinced of his previous conjectures. Although he knew that the era he came in was different from the past, he still didn't raise enough vigilance to face the uncertain future.Quirrell took the Philosopher's Stone without any difficulty, Andrew was kidnapped, Voldemort had got the Philosopher's Stone, and was still looking for the witch's curse... The development of things completely deviated from the track he knew.

"Will Quirrell use the Sorcerer's Stone now that he has it? I remember this is the last Sorcerer's Stone." Harry asked Dumbledore impatiently as soon as he left Hagrid's hut.

"That's not true. The Philosopher's Stone is just a magic object. He must use a medium to function. At the beginning, Nick and I discussed that one would keep the Philosopher's Stone and the other would activate the magic circle. So even if Quirrell got the Philosopher's Stone, he would definitely Go to Nick and look for the magic circle. I have already contacted the Ministry of Magic and arranged for Aurors to protect Nick. So our top priority now is to rescue Andrew and ensure his safety."

Harry stayed at Hogwarts that night. There was no VIP reception room in Hogwarts, only students and teachers.So Harry slept in Andrew's bed, and he could ask Ron and the others about the situation.In fact, at this time, there is nothing to dig, so Harry waited until midnight, and sneaked out of the dormitory as if he had returned to his student days, but this time he did not have the protection of the invisibility cloak, so he had to do it by himself. Casting a chilling invisibility spell.

He planned to go to the Room of Response in the corridor on the right side of the eighth floor first. When he went upstairs, he kept thinking about what to say in order to find the room where Quirrell might be.A place to hide?Where no one else can get in?Then he saw fluorescent lights flickering around the corner.It's been a long time since I came to the night tour, and I forgot that there are teachers on the night patrol. Moreover, after such a incident, the security level of the campus may be greatly increased, and I don't know who is patrolling this floor.The next second Harry knew the answer, it was Professor McGonagall.No matter in that era, this venerable teacher was always so serious, he quietly held his breath until the fluttering robe disappeared around another corner, and then he started to go upstairs.As soon as Harry stepped on the first step on the sixth floor, he saw the daunting black robe. Why did Snape wear the same wizard robe with the aura of keeping strangers away?At that moment, Harry seemed to have forgotten that he had cast the Invisibility Charm and Ignore Charm, and tried to retreat into the wall at a loss.Snape held up his wand and looked around suspiciously. He raised his legs and prepared to go down the stairs. Even in the dead of night in the corridor, his brows were slightly frowned. Was he worried about Andrew?The child Lily protected with her life.Harry carefully went down the steps and hid aside, thankful that he was slow and just stepped on the steps, otherwise he would have been caught on the narrow stairs.

Harry twirled back and forth, muttering "I want a place to hide my things".Voldemort was the most conceited. He thought that no one but himself knew that there was such a secret room in Hogwarts, and that one of his Horcruxes was hidden here.Harry walked in cautiously, just as he remembered it, with dusty bookshelves, bad statues, weird headgear, but that was all. Dust didn't lie, and there was absolutely no visitor here in the near future.Harry thought for a moment, but left Ravenclaw's diadem here.He backed out and tried a few more times to no avail.I had no choice but to give up here and go to the next goal - the secret room.

Harry can never beat Ron in chess, because he can't master the whole chessboard, can't carefully calculate every move and how to deal with it next, and always take one step at a time.It's always been like this, Hermione is responsible for making suggestions and formulating detailed plans, Ron helps prepare and organize mobilization, and Harry, he only needs to muster up the courage to rush to the front line and use his own strength to inspire everyone's spirits.People don't even need a reason to fight, as long as they see Harry's figure, they can charge the obstacle with their wand.At that time, the entire wizarding world was in chaos, and no one could completely distinguish between good and evil, and Harry was their spiritual leader.They have no relatives and no homes, and Harry is their belief.Not everyone has the desire for power, and more people just want to live a normal and happy life, so as long as they obey orders and fight mentally, it is the only thing they can and are willing to do at that time.Harry himself didn't understand what the future would be like, the Death Eaters rose up to resist, the evil forces of other countries took advantage of the fire, the Ministry of Magic's corruption struggled for power... He handed some of them over to Hermione and Ron, while he scrambled desperately on the battlefield.But now, he is just as chaotic and ignorant, he doesn't know the direction of the future, but he doesn't have a close friend who can trust his back.And the connection between his eternal enemy and himself was much weaker, and the headache only happened once. The time he saw Quirrell in the Leaky Cauldron, he could no longer know the slightest bit of Voldemort's recent situation in his dream.He is a complete stranger in this era, and he has nostalgia and headaches for something he never thought of.

(Note: The concept of the Philosopher's Stone comes from Jaber, an Arab-Yemeni alchemist in the eighth century AD, and Jaber Ibn Hayyan, a medieval European alchemist.)

14

Carefully avoiding the teachers on the night watch again, Harry made his way to the bathroom where Moaning Myrtle was.Moaning Myrtle is sitting on the tank of one of the innermost toilet bowls.Harry was worried that Myrtle's hysterical cries would attract the night watch teacher, but now it seems that this is completely unnecessary, because Myrtle has been petrified.It seems that Quirrell is no different here.

Harry lay on the bed, squinting his eyes and trying to find a crooked "S" crack in the ceiling near the window in the dark. After vaguely seeing a small crack, he closed his eyes contentedly and advised his brain to rest .He couldn't break into the Chamber of Secrets alone to fight Quirrell, the snake, and Voldemort who was weirdly attached to the back of his head. He had to seek Dumbledore's help, but he couldn't fully confess his identity.Dumbledore is suspicious by nature, his own story is too fantastic, and Andrew is still in danger and waiting for rescue.Everything is like a mess that binds him tightly in the net.He doesn't know what Voldemort's situation is now, how Bojin's "task" is being completed, and how he can fabricate his identity... Wait, when he confronted Quirrell in the first grade, Quirrell because of his mother The strong love left behind could not approach him, so Quirrell who held Andrew into the secret room was injured?This is why Andrew is still safe and sound?Harry, who was a little excited because of his conjecture just now, was immediately frightened into a cold sweat by another conjecture. Would Voldemort give up on Quirrell, who was injured and cursed to kill unicorns, and instead attached to Andrew's body?Can a mother's love stop Voldemort's soul?Harry shook his head, forced himself to resist the thought of rushing into the secret room, and kept saying in his heart, "It's okay, things will get better, sleep now, and discuss it with Dumbledore tomorrow. There must be a way."

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I vaguely remember the sound of the cock crowing, and I was anxiously looking for something in the dream, one fantasy dream after another, the same panic, the same anger and helplessness.When he woke up again, it was still not very bright, and only Simon had already got up and washed in the bathroom.Harry felt like his head was a mess, he had definitely no less than ten dreams, and it felt like he had slept for a week, but he found that it was less than two hours.Lying down and covering his eyes with his arms covered for a while, he vaguely heard Simon calling them to get up.

Hiss~ He crawled on the wet and dirty floor, walking so freely without feeling his hands and feet.He raised his head, but he couldn't see anything clearly, only a vague black outline, but he clearly knew that there was a person 10 meters in front of him, who looked very young, and he stuck out his tongue and kept shaking it. The forked tip of the tongue absorbs tiny odor particles in the air.Wait, forked tongue?It wasn't him—it was the snake!Stop - stop, but he continued to move forward uncontrollably, he was slowly approaching the child, the temperature received by the cheek pit told him