Connor's Hogwarts

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"You're awake, good afternoon, Harry."

When Harry woke up, he heard an old and gentle voice in his ears. Harry turned his head and saw Dumbledore sitting beside him. Harry stared at him blankly at first, and then suddenly Remembered: "Professor Philosopher's Stone is Quirrell, he wants to take the Philosopher's Stone"

"Don't get excited, Harry," said Dumbledore, "Quirrell hasn't got the Philosopher's Stone."

"So who got it I remember"

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

Harry swallowed and looked around.Only then did he realize that he was in the school infirmary.He was lying on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linen sheets, and the table next to him was piled high with candies as high as a hill.

"These are 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, but secrets are always secret." So, the teachers and students of the school naturally know about it."

"How long have I lived here"

"I brought you back here the night before yesterday. Your physical fitness is very good. I guessed that you were going to wake up, so I came here and waited for you to wake up."

"But sir, the Philosopher's Stone"

"Looks like there's no way to distract you, well, let's just talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell wasn't able to take it from you, I was there in time to stop him, but I must say, You actually dealt with it very well by yourself, um, in fact, when I arrived, Quirrell had already been defeated by you."

"Have you arrived yet have you received the letter Hermione sent you with the owl?"

"Me and the owl probably missed it in the air. As soon as I arrived in London, I realized that I should go back to where I just left, and then I rushed back."

"It turns out that you have arrived, that's great."

"I'm also worried that it's too late."

"It was almost too late. I felt that I couldn't last long. He would soon snatch the Philosopher's Stone. Thank you." Harry recalled the feeling of powerlessness when he punched to the end, sincerely Thank you very much.

"When I say too late, I don't mean the Philosopher's Stone, boy, I mean you. You almost lost your life defending the Philosopher's Stone. I was so frightened when I got there that I thought you were really dead. As for the Philosopher's Stone Well, it has been destroyed by me."

"It's ruined." Harry looked up in confusion, "but your friend, Nicolas."

"Oh, you still know Nicole?" Dumbledore's tone seemed very happy, "You made this matter very clear, it is like this, Nicole and I talked about it, and we agreed that this is the best Method."

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

"They've stockpiled some elixirs, enough for them to get things sorted out. Then, yes, they die."

Seeing the astonished expression on Harry's face, Dumbledore smiled and said calmly:

"I know, it might seem weird to someone your age. But to Nicole and his wife, death was actually like going to bed after a long day. And, To the sane, death is just another great adventure. You know, the Philosopher's Stone is not such a wonderful thing. With it, you can have as much wealth and life as you want. As they wish, these two things are what human beings want most, but the problem is, human beings just like those things that are least beneficial to them.”

Harry was lying on the bed, he couldn't take this kind of words, he still couldn't understand what Dumbledore meant, but he felt that what Dumbledore said should be right.

Dumbledore hummed happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

Harry said, "Professor, although the Philosopher's Stone is gone, Voldemort, 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."

Harry was convinced, and he wholeheartedly agreed: "Okay, Professor. Well, I wonder if Voldemort will try to make a comeback in other ways. I mean, he didn't die or disappear, did he?"

"Yes, Harry, he didn't disappear. He was still hiding somewhere, perhaps looking for a body he would share. He wasn't really alive, so he couldn't have been killed. He just slipped away, Regardless of Quirrell's life or death, he is ruthless to his enemies and equally ruthless to his followers." Dumbledore took the opportunity to output the correct three views to Harry.

Harry nodded, but stopped quickly because nodding gave him a headache.Then he said, "Sir, there are some things I don't quite understand, and I wonder if you can tell me the truth of these things I want to know"

"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."

"Well, I wonder why Quirrell can't touch me when he touches me and he gets blisters and redness"

"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 itself in you." Imprinted. To be loved so deeply by someone, even though the person who loved us is dead, leaves us with a forever talisman. It is hidden in your skin. It is for this reason that Qi Luo can't touch you. Quirrell's heart is full of hatred, greed and ambition. After he sold his soul to Voldemort, he would feel unbearable pain when he touched someone like you with such a beautiful mark on his body. "

At this time, the door panel of the room seemed to slam, Harry looked over, and then took the time to wipe away his tears with the sheets. He couldn't help crying when he thought of his mother's sacrifice to save him. When he returned to normal, Harry said, "And that invisibility cloak, do you know that Huai gave it to me?"

"Ah, your father happened to leave it to me back then, and I thought you'd probably like it." Dumbledore had a sly gleam in his eyes, "very useful thing, when your father was at school here , mainly relying on it to sneak into the kitchen to steal food."

"One more thing"

"Just ask."

"Quirrell said Snape him"

"It's Professor Snape, Harry."

"Oh yes, he, Quirrell said, 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. Then 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 really wonderful, aren't they? Professor Snape can't bear to owe your father this kind of favor. I think the reason why he tried every means to protect you this year is because he I think this will make him even with your father, and no one owes anyone. Then he can feel at ease to relive his hatred of your father."

At this moment, the door panel rang again, and Dumbledore looked at the time and said, "Your friends are coming to visit you soon, do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Professor, and one last question"

"Just ask."

"How I got the Philosopher's Stone out of the Magic Mirror"

"Ah, I'm glad you're finally asking me about it. It's a great trick of mine, an interesting spell. Only the man who wants to find the Philosopher's Stone wants to find it, but doesn't use it, can get it .isn't it a great note"

Dumbledore shrugged and said, "Okay, enough questions. I suggest you start enjoying these candies. Ah, I was very unlucky when I was young, and I accidentally ate a flavored bean. Stinky beans, I'm afraid I haven't really liked beans since then, 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 gasped for breath and said, "Pah, it smells like earwax."

At this time, the voice of the head nurse of the school hospital sounded outside the door. Madam Pomfrey was a kind woman, but very strict.

"Only 5 minutes."

"Absolutely not"

"But you let Professor Dumbledore in"

"Yeah, of course, he is the principal, so it's different. In short, the patient needs to rest, you can't go in"

"It seems that your friends have come to visit you," Dumbledore stood up, "then you don't need me, an old man, to chat with you, I will let your friends come to see you"

"Ah, thank you, Professor." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he would rather see his good friends than chat with the headmaster.