The little princess of the platinum family of HP

A golden thing flickered above his head, and he blinked as Albus Dumbledore's smiling face gradually loomed before him. "Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.Harry stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered. "Sir! The Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell! He's got the Philosopher's Stone! Sir, hurry—"

"Don't get excited, my dear boy, what you say is a little outdated," said Dumbledore. "Quirrell didn't get the Philosopher's Stone."

"Then who got the sir, I—"

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

"Where's Alisa? How is she? I feel she's passed out too."

"Harry, Alyssa is fine. She is a little unstable and her magic power is exhausted. Mr. Malfoy is taking care of her."

Harry swallowed, guilty of pulling Alicia closer to his battle with Voldemort, and looked around.

He realized he was in a hospital.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.

"It's all 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, and secrets are always spread. And go, so, of course, all the teachers and students in the school know. As far as I know, your friends Fred and George Weasley originally gave you a toilet seat. They undoubtedly wanted to have fun with you, But Madam Pomfrey thought it was unhygienic, so she confiscated it."

"Three days. Mr. Ron Weasley and Miss Granger will be relieved to know you've woken up. They've been very worried."

"Sir, there are some things I don't quite understand, I wonder if you can tell me the truth about these things I want to know" Harry wanted to know something about his family.

"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."

"Then why Quirrell can't touch me"

Dumbledore sighed heavily this time, "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, It will leave its mark on you. Not a scar, not a visible mark. Being loved so deeply by someone, even though the person who loved us is dead, will leave us a forever Amulet. It's hidden in your skin. It's for this reason that Quirrell can't touch you. Quirrell is full of hatred, greed and ambition. He sold his soul to Voldemort. He touched a man with such a beautiful mark on his body. people, it will be unbearable pain."

Harry said, "And that invisibility cloak—did you know it was given to me by Huai?"

"Well - your father happened to leave it to me, and I thought you'd probably like it." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled slyly. "It's a very useful thing. When your father was studying here, he mainly relied on it to sneak into the kitchen and steal food."

"One more thing"

"Just ask."

"Quirrell said Snape he-"

"It's Professor Snape, Harry."

"Yes, it was he—Quirrell said that Professor Snape hated me because he hated my father. Is that true?" Mr. Foo. Later, your father did something that Snape could never forgive him."

"What's up"

"He saved Snape's life." -

"what"

"Yes" Dumbledore said quietly, "people's minds are indeed very wonderful, isn't it? Professor Snape can't stand this kind of debt to your father. I believe that the reason why he tried every means to protect you this year is because He thinks this will make him even with your father, and no one owes anyone else. Then he can rekindle his hatred of your father with peace of mind."

Harry tried to think about the words, but it made his head hurt so badly again that he had to stop thinking about it.Harry lay there, not knowing what to say for a moment.All he wanted now was to see how Alisa was doing.Dumbledore hummed happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse of the hospital, was a kind woman, but very strict.

"Only five minutes," Harry begged.

"Absolutely not."

"You let Professor Dumbledore in"

"Yeah, of course, he's the headmaster, of course it's different. You need to rest."

"I'm resting, you see, lying on the bed, doing nothing. Oh, please, Madam Pomfrey, I just want to see how Alyssa is doing."

"Oh, all right," she said, "but only five minutes."

So she let Harry into the innermost room.

"Harry!" Why are you here?

"Are you okay!" "Well, it's okay, I'm just a little tired, I guess I won't be able to attend the dinner with you."

Harry heard what Alisa wanted to say, and Draco came in, "Damn Scarhead, you made my sister like this, you still have the nerve to come here." So, Harry quarreled with Draco up,

When Lucius and Narcissa came to the hospital, they heard the sound of arguing inside. When Lucius lifted the curtain with his slender, white fingers, "Dad" Alisa called Lucius.Draco and Harry fell silent for a moment.Lucius looked distressed at his little princess lying there without a trace of blood.

"My Aisha" Narcissa hurried to Alisa's side, holding her daughter.Seeing their family coming, Harry said cautiously, "Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, hello! Alicia, I'm leaving first."

"En" Alisa didn't say anything more, she was comforting Narcissa.

"Hello, Mr. Potter." Lucius looked thoughtfully at the back of Harry walking out.However, I still took care of my daughter.

"Xiaolong, I'll take Aisha back first and let the family doctor check it. Then you remember to help my sister pack her luggage." Lucius took Aisha and Narcissa to the manor.

After Harry was discharged from the hospital, he told Hermione and the others what had happened.

It is very rare that a true story is more bizarre and thrilling than an unfounded rumour, and this is what it is now.Harry told them everything exactly: Quirrell, the mirror, the Philosopher's Stone and Voldemort.Ron and Hermione listened very intently, gasping nervously at every danger point, and Hermione screamed when Harry mentioned the face under Quirrell's hood.

"Oh, I made it back pretty well," said Hermione. "I woke Ron up—it took a while—and we sprinted to the owl's hut to get back with Dumbledore. I just ran into him in the hall. He already knew - all he said was: 'Harry's been keeping an eye on him, isn't he?' and sprinted for the fourth floor."

Ron said proudly, "Listen, you must come to the end-of-year banquet tomorrow. The points are all calculated, and of course, Slytherin got No. 1-you missed the last Quidditch game without you , we were beaten to pieces by the Ravenclaws - but there was good food at the banquet."

The Great Hall was decked out in Slytherin green and silver to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup win.On the wall behind the guest table hung a huge banner depicting a Slytherin snake.As soon as Harry walked in, there was a sudden silence in the Great Hall, and then suddenly everyone started talking loudly again.He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat between Ron and Hermione, pretending not to notice that people were standing up and staring at him.Fortunately, after a while, Dumbledore also arrived, and the noise in the auditorium gradually died down. "It's another year!" said Dumbledore cheerily. "Before we can feast on these delicious meals, I must trouble everyone to listen to an old man's platitudes. What a year it has been! You little brains It must be richer than in the past. There is a whole summer vacation waiting for you in front of you, so that you can digest those things well before the next semester starts, so that your minds will be freed. "Now, as far as I know, we must first The Academy Cup awards ceremony, the specific scores of each academy are as follows: No.4, Gryffindor, 310 two points; No.3, Hufflepuff, 350 two points; Ravenclaw 420 six points, Slytherin 470 two points. "

There was a thunderous cheer and stomping across the Slytherin table. "Yes, yes, well done," said Dumbledore, "but a few recent events must also be taken into account."

The auditorium became very quiet, and the smiles of the Slytherins subsided a little. "Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some last points to assign. Let me see. By the way, "Harry Potter" Dumbledore said. The auditorium suddenly became extremely silent. "He has shown fearless courage and extraordinary courage, for which I would like to award Gryffindor House a hundred points. "

The noise was deafening.Those students who were shouting hoarsely while still counting the points in their heads knew that Gryffindor was now 410 two points-if only Dumbledore awarded Harry a few more points.

Dumbledore raised a hand.The auditorium gradually became quiet again.

Dumbledore smiled, "We need superhuman courage to deal with the enemy, to help our friends, and to offer advice. Therefore, I would like to award fifty points to Miss Alisa Malfoy who went home early to recuperate."

The House Cup was still taken back by Slytherin, and Gryffindor was still a little sad.However, for Harry to abduct the Slytherin princess back, it is still a little neutral, just a little bit sad.After all, it is still very happy to see Slytherin deflated.

Harry had almost forgotten that the exam results hadn't been released yet.That day finally came, and unexpectedly, he and Ron both passed the exam with high marks, which surprised them very much.Alisa naturally got No.1 in the whole grade, and Hermione followed closely and was No.2, but what I didn't expect was that Alisa, who always thought riding a broom was stupid, got O in that class. Draco is No.3.Yes, Draco was upset that he lost that bet.

All of a sudden, as if, their wardrobes had been emptied, their luggage packed, and Neville's toad had been found hiding in the corner of the bathroom.Notices were sent to each student, warning them not to use magic during the break ("I keep hoping they forget to send us this," said Fred Weasley regrettably.

Hagrid wiped his nose with the back of his hand and said, "Okay, this is for you"

It looked like a fine, leather-bound book.Harry opened it curiously, and it was covered with pictures of wizards.Smiling and waving at him on every page are his father and mother. "I'll send an owl to your parents' old schoolmates, asking them for pictures. I know you don't have any pictures of them. Do you like it? I'll sort it out." Harry couldn't speak, but Hagrid got it all.

Sitting on the Hogwarts Express, chatting and laughing all the way, watching the countryside outside the window getting greener and tidier, Harry didn't know why he wanted to know about Alisa's situation at this time.The train passed through Muggle towns one after another. They ate Bibi's multi-flavored beans, took off their wizard robes, and changed into jackets and jackets; finally, the train stopped at platform 943 of King's Cross Station.

Harry looked around the Malfoy family, hoping to see Alisa, but he only saw Draco who was picked up by Narcissa, and no one else.Harry walked towards the platform in frustration.

It took them a long time to get all out of the platform.He, Ron, and Hermione went through the exit together. "There he is, Mother, there he is, look!" It was Ginny - Ron's sister - but she didn't mean Ron.

"Harry Potter!" she shrieked. "Look, Mother! I see—"

"Don't shout, Ginny, it's impolite to point fingers." Mrs. Weasley looked down at them, smiling. "It's been a busy year," she said.

"Have a - er - happy holiday," said Hermione.

"Oh, I'll be happy." Harry said with a look of disappointment.

The author has something to say:

The first grade is finally finished.happy!

Book [-] The Chamber of Secrets