[HP] Guardian

Seeing Quirrell without his disguise again, Harry just felt bored and wanted to laugh. He used Occlumency to show his frightened side.

"Hermione always guessed it was Snape, but I didn't expect..." He walked down the steps slowly, watching Quirrell's proud performance.

"Snape Yeah, Snape sure doesn't look like a nice guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which helps us a lot. With him in there, who'd doubt it? But...but...poor, st...stuttering...professor Quirrell?" His voice was shrill like a whining crow, and Harry pouted and continued to kill time with him.

"Hermione said Snape was going to kill me" Harry, with his left hand behind his back, was silently chanting an ancient curse while Quirrell was showing off his smug disguise, oblivious to it.

"No, no, no, I was the one who tried to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed to hex Snape and accidentally knocked me down. She destroyed My stare at you, in fact, just a few more seconds, I will throw you off the broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting a counter-curse, trying to save your life, I would have thrown you You fell to your death." Quirrell was quite resentful of Snape's actions, and he almost avenged his master.

"Snape wants to save me?" Harry continued to cooperate with his performance, acting quite surprised, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Of course it is, why do you think he's refereeing your second match? He wants to make sure I don't hurt you again. It's ridiculous... He doesn't really need to bother. I can't do anything with Dumbledore Nope. The other teachers thought Snape was trying to prevent Gryffindor from winning, and he did make himself quite unpopular... But it's all a waste of time, anyway, I'm going to put you tonight Kill," Quirrell snapped his fingers.It was too late to say it, but a few ropes jumped out of nowhere and tied Harry tightly.

"You're too nosy to be left alive, Potter. I knew right then that you were wandering around the school on Hallowe'en Eve, and you saw me check out the mechanism of the Philosopher's Stone."

"You let that troll in?"

"Of course it is. I have a special way of dealing with trolls... You must have seen how I taught that fellow in that room over there. Unfortunately, while everyone was scurrying around looking for trolls, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor, trying to stop me... Not only did my troll not kill you, even the big three-headed dog didn't bite off Snape's leg, Almost! Let him hide! Well, just wait quietly, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror." Quirrell stepped forward to study the Mirror of Erised, and Harry was cold. Looking at him coldly, the curse has been completed, and Dumbledore is invisible nearby, he can only wait for Quirrell to let him go.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, knocking along the surrounding mirror frame with his hand, "Only Dumbledore can get such a thing...but he's in London at the moment...waiting for him When I came back, I had gone far away...I saw the Philosopher's Stone...I was dedicating it to my master...but where is it hidden?" Quirrell turned back from behind the magic mirror and stared greedily into the mirror.

"But Hermione keeps saying that Snape seems to hate me so much" Yes he hates me, I know.

"Oh, he does hate you," Quirrell said casually. "God, of course he hates you. Don't you know that he went to Hogwarts with your father? They hated each other, and they hated each other. But he never wanted you to die."

"I really don't understand... Could it be that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the mirror, should I break the mirror? What's the matter with this mirror, and what function does it have? Help me, master!" Harry revealed in his mind The idea that he could get the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort lived up to expectations and captured him.

"Use that boy...Use that boy..." Very well, Quirrell let him go, and he stepped forward slowly, one step at a time, getting closer, getting closer.Just as he walked up to Quirrell, he grabbed Quirrell with his backhand, and Quirrell shrugged off his hand with a scream. The wound was full of blisters. Harry didn't stop covering his face, and grabbed Quirrell yelled in pain and struggled on the ground.Just as Voldemort struggled out of Quirrell's body, Harry cast a curse with his left hand

It's just...damn... He completely forgot that his body was not strong enough to cast a powerful curse, and the magic power was quickly drained.Harry had only one thought before he passed out, that he would get used to using his wand...

"Good afternoon, Harry!" Opening his eyes again, he was already lying in the medical room, Dumbledore's face was facing him, his eyes were squinting as if he was studying something, oops... a shrewd person like Dumbledore wouldn't notice anything Already...

"Sir! The Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell! He wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone! Sir! Hurry up..." The scene in front of Dumbledore is even more difficult to act. If he detects something wrong, he will probably search his memory. Couldn't stand Dumbledore's Legilimency at all.

"Don't get excited, dear child, what you said is a bit outdated, Quirrell didn't get the Philosopher's Stone, Harry, please calm down, or Madam Pomfrey will kick me out" Harry heard When Dumbledore said this, he seemed relieved, and began to look around, only to find that the table next to him was full of snacks.

"It's all a gift from your friends and admirers. What happened between you and Professor Quirrell in the dungeon is a complete secret, and the secret always spreads like wildfire. Yes, I know all about it. As far as I know, your friends Fred and George Weasley originally gave you a toilet seat. They were undoubtedly trying to amuse you, but Madam Pomfrey didn't think so. Hygienic, she confiscated it." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile.

"How long have I been here?" Harry sat up and leaned against the back of the bed.

"Three days. Mr. Ron Weasley, Miss Granger and Mr. Longbottom will be relieved to know that you've woken up. They've been very worried" and were in a coma for three days due to the spell , is really enough...

"Are they all right? Is Ron seriously injured?" Voldemort couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone without him, so Harry wouldn't worry about it at all. If the Philosopher's Stone was lost, Dumbledore wouldn't be here Chatted with him leisurely.

"Oh! They are all fine... you are the most injured, and your magic power is exhausted" came...

"Ah? Why? Quirrell was standing in front of the magic mirror and going to get the Philosopher's Stone. I held his hand to stop him, and then...he seemed to be burned..." Harry shook his body in fear , he swallowed and continued.

"He...then...the mysterious man in his body... popped out of nowhere and jumped at me, I was terrified...then grabbed him like Quirrell, and then...then I didn't know anything" Ha Leigh paled as if recalling a very bad memory.

"Just call him Voldemort, Harry. When I came back, he just abandoned Quirrell and slipped away; he was ruthless to his enemies, and he was ruthless to his followers." Maybe it was just an accident, Dumbledore blinked. Looking at the child in front of him, he could feel the magic wave when Harry touched Voldemort, but he didn't notice any spell effect.Is it a magic riot caused by the little wizard out of fear?He thought uncertainly.

"Then why Quirrell can't touch me?" Harry asked hesitantly, as if he didn't know what he had done.

"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 leaves its mark on you." .not a scar, not a visible mark..to be loved so deeply by someone, even though the person who loved us is dead, leaves us with a forever talisman. It's in your skin It is for this reason that Quirrell can't touch you. Quirrell is full of hatred, greed and ambition. He sold his soul to Voldemort. It would be painful for him to touch a person with such a beautiful mark on his body. "Speaking of this, Dumbledore pretended to be very interested in a bird outside the window, and Harry took the time to wipe the corners of his eyes.

"And that invisibility cloak...do you know who gave it to me?"

"Huh...Father happened to leave it to me, and I thought you'd probably like it" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled slyly.

"Very useful stuff... Back when your father was studying here, he mainly relied on it to sneak into the kitchen and steal food." Harry was stunned for a moment, "Puff" and laughed.

"There's one other thing..." Harry smiled for a moment, as if he was having trouble remembering something.

"Just ask." Dumbledore blinked.

"Quirrell said that Professor Snape hated me because he hated my father. Is that true?"

"Well, they did look at each other badly, a bit like you and Mr. Malfoy. Later, your father did something that Snape would never forgive him."

"what's up?"

"He saved Snape's life"

"what?"

"Yes..." Dumbledore said quietly, "Human thoughts are really wonderful, aren't they? Professor Snape can't bear to owe your father such favors...I believe that the reason why he tried every means to protect you this year is that It's because he thinks that this will make him even with your father, and no one owes anyone else. Then he can relive his hatred for your father with peace of mind..." Harry lowered his head, although he knew it a long time ago, but Hearing it from Dumbledore once still made him uncomfortable.

"Can I thank him? After all, the professor saved me anyway..." Harry raised his head to look at Dumbledore, his innocent green eyes were warm and peaceful, which Dumbledore didn't expect, the child seemed to be... A little out of his expectation.

"Of course! If you want to do this... I suggest you enjoy these sweets before going...Ah! Bibi multi-flavored beans! I was unlucky when I was young, I accidentally ate a smelly bean, I am afraid that since then Well, I'm not much of a beans fan...but I guess it's always safe to choose a toffee one, don't you think?"

He smiled and popped the golden brown bean into his mouth.Then he choked and gasped "Bah, bad luck! It's earwax!"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when Dumbledore left.He is so good at discovering the true thoughts in people's hearts. Harry felt that he had nowhere to hide in front of him. Every word and every action of Dumbledore was a move for the next step. He set up a good game and went.

Harry was still thinking about Dumbledore's every demeanor, and Hermione and Ron came to visit him, and fought with Madam Pomfrey for 5 minutes of visiting time.

He exchanged messages with Hermione Ron, and both his friends agreed that Dumbledore was using him.Perhaps it was himself who couldn't see clearly back then. He sighed and comforted the two, and explained Dumbledore's purpose to them, which made Ron amazed.He told him about the loss of the Quidditch match and the banquet tomorrow, and Madam Pomfrey kicked him out.

After the matter was over, he didn't think about it any more, and fell asleep soundly, and the next day welcomed Hagrid's visit.Hagrid was very sad about his mistakes, and his grief and remorse made him burst into tears. Harry hurriedly comforted him. His old friend was more righteous and friendly than anyone else, and he would have a long memory after being deceived.Hagrid wiped his tears and took out his parents' photo album as a gift. Harry knew in his heart that Hagrid also took care of him because of his parents, but what he saw was Harry himself, not anyone's substitute.

And at the party that night, he still remembered that Dumbledore used tricks to give Gryffindor points, which caused Slytherin to lose consecutive championships, so before that he wanted to thank Snape, he didn't want to bump into muzzle.

So this afternoon, after Madam Pomfrey made a fuss and checked him all over, he finally left the infirmary.It was a bit late, he trotted all the way to the faculty lounge and saw no one, scratched his head and reluctantly walked to the cellar.

To be honest, he didn't want to go to the cellar, not only because there were too many things he didn't want to remember, but also because he didn't want to be watched, but fortunately, he didn't meet any Slytherin students at this time, and he walked down the stone steps alone , walked through the dim corridor, stood outside the cellar door for a long time, and then knocked on the door.

"Potter? Could it be that the underground classroom has become your... new adventure place?" Snape pushed the door open and saw him, his face darkened quickly.

"Excuse me, Professor..." Thank you, because Slytherin ranked first in score, Snape was in a relatively stable mood. Although he made a sarcastic statement, he didn't close the door immediately.

"I heard from Mr. Dumbledore, thank you Professor for saving me... Goodbye, Professor." Seeing that Snape's eyes became colder and colder, Harry turned around and ran away wisely.He knew that this thank you was the last thing Snape wanted to hear, but he owed him more than just a thank you, um... Dumbledore was very happy, and Harry Naughty Potter happily slipped back into the dormitory So much so that this good mood did not end at the dinner.

"You've been laughing all afternoon. What are you laughing at? Ask you but don't tell me." Fortunately, Dumbledore's arrival saved the murdered Harry.

"Another year has gone by!" said Dumbledore cheerily. "Before we indulge in these delicious meals, I must trouble everyone to listen to an old man's platitude. What a year it has been! It’s a bit richer than in the past...there is a whole summer vacation waiting for you, so you can digest those things well before the next semester starts, so that you can free up your mind..."

"Now, as far as I know, we must first have the House Cup awards ceremony. The specific scores of each house are as follows: No.4, Hufflepuff, 350 two points; Gryffindor, 420 points; Ravenckey Law 490 six points; Slytherin [-] two points" Without their miserable deduction points, Gryffindor's points still have a face to face.

A thunderous cheer and stamping erupted from the Slytherin table "Yeah, yeah, good performance, though, a couple of recent events have to be counted" The hall became very quiet, Slater The smiles of the Lins also restrained a little.

"Uh, uh" Dumbledore cleared his throat "I still have some last points to assign. Let me see. By the way... the first item - Mr. Ron Weasley..." Ron's face brightened suddenly It was so red that it looked like a sun-baked carrot.

"...He won the most exciting game of chess at Hogwarts in many years, and I award Gryffindor House thirty points for this." The cheers of the Gryffindors almost knocked down the enchanted ceiling.The stars above their heads also seemed to be trembling slightly.

"The second item—Miss Hermione Granger... She faced the fire and calmly reasoned logically. I will reward Gryffindor House with thirty points." Hermione buried her face in her arms, and Harry doubted her Must have been secretly crying.

"Third item - Harry Potter... He has shown audacity and extraordinary courage. For this, I also award Gryffindor House thirty points." The noise was deafening.Those of you who were shouting hoarsely while still counting points in your head knew that Gryffindor was now at 490 two points... exactly the same as Slytherin's score.They were close to winning the House Cup, and it would be nice if Dumbledore gave Harry a point.

"There are many types of courage. We need superhuman courage to deal with enemies, and we also need a lot of courage when facing friends who need help. Therefore, I would like to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom with five points." Gryffindor Table The cheers on board were louder and louder.Neville was already laughing silly, he had never scored a point for Gryffindor.And the Slytherin table seemed to have entered the ice cellar, and everyone seemed to be frozen.

"That means" Dumbledore had to yell over the thunderous applause as even the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were celebrating Slytherin's sudden fiasco. Needs some minor changes to the decor”

He clapped his hands, and in an instant the green dangling streamers turned bright red, and the silver turned gold; the gigantic Slytherin snake disappeared, to be replaced by a majestic Gryffindor lion.Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, forcing an awkward smile on his face.Harry lowered his head and trembled, he didn't even dare to look at the teacher's table, he was afraid of death...

In this way, Harry waited for his test results, and thanked Snape for his noble hand, allowing him to pass the first grade safely, while Hermione was still the well-deserved number one in the whole year.Nothing has changed, everything has quietly changed...

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The end of the first grade, the next chapter begins the second grade