Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

This only made the back of Quirrell's head look even more unnatural, and it was also seen that Quirrell's skin began to burn and crack.

"Mist...Mist... Cloudy and misty?!"

I don't know when it started, but he clenched his wand and cast a spell at Harry.

Looking at the tip of the wand, thin layers of mist slowly emanated, and he quickly cast a spell on Harry.

A trace of doubt flashed through my confused thoughts.

I don't understand why I cast this spell.

He made wild guesses and convinced himself that he was worried that Harry would be burned by Quirrell's heat.

Harry and Quirrell were still rolling and struggling on the ground.

Draco's wand trembled with fear.

The mist that should have gently enveloped Harry should have landed squarely on Quirrell.

"what!!!!!"

The moment the mist reached his body, Quirrell screamed in agony.

It seemed that it was Quirrell's overheated body that evaporated the mist into steam, instantly intensifying the pain of the burn.

After the wailing, Quirrell collapsed on the ground with his limbs sprawled out, writhing.

Harry stared at his silent face.

Draco was so frightened by the effect of his own spell that his limbs went cold.

He was unable to move and his face turned deathly pale.

Then, a burst of black smoke rose from Quirrell's body, which was surrounded by water vapor and smoke, and rushed straight past Draco.

The moment the black shadow left his body, Quirrell's body collapsed into ashes.

At the same time, Harry also lost consciousness and fell on the dusty stone slab.

Draco still stood there, unable to recover from the shock, and felt the dark shadow suddenly attack him.

Then, there was a low roar that shook the head, followed by a flash of light that almost pierced the chest.

"Malfoy!!!"

A snake-like malicious whisper just sounded in my ears.

I caught a glimpse of the stone door opening, followed by a burst of white light.

The black shadow suddenly fled in panic, heard his cry of salvation, and also heard the response from the person who came.

The other party was somewhat surprised and also somewhat happy.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

"Miss Malfoy."

............

"Good afternoon, Harry."

Harry opened his eyes at Dumbledore's gentle greeting.

After the feeling of relief, what came like a strong wave was the urgency and anxiety that the Philosopher's Stone might be lost.

After being comforted by Dumbledore, he finally realized that he had been in a coma for three days.

Dumbledore missed the letters from Hermione and Ron, but got back to school in time.

When he arrived, Quirrell was dead, Voldemort had fled the school, and the Philosopher's Stone had been destroyed.

Harry tried to digest the excessive information in his still somewhat groggy brain, which had just woken up.

But she always remembered not to reveal to the headmaster the secret that Draco helped them pass the level.

She was not like Ron and Hermione, who were willing to be labeled as risk-takers.

Whenever this thought flashed through Harry's mind,

Harry always felt that there was a gleam of satisfaction and curiosity behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses.

"Sir...I was just thinking..."

Try to redirect your attention and ask the questions that are bothering you.

"Even if the Philosopher's Stone is useless, Voldemort - I mean, that man -"

"Call him Voldemort, Harry. You must always remember to use the correct name for things."

“The fear of the name intensifies the fear of the thing itself.”

"Yes sir, well, will Voldemort find another way to come back?"

"I mean, he's not dead yet, is he?"

"Yes, Harry, he's not dead."

"He can't really be considered alive, so he can't be killed."

"As soon as he saw that things were not going well, he ran away without caring about Quirrell's life or death—"

Dumbledore finished speaking, then for some reason paused for a long time, looking at himself with a serious look.

"I hope you remember this, Harry."

"He was as ruthless to his own men as he was to his enemies."

After Harry nodded, Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction and continued.

"In any case, you're only delaying the time it takes to regain its strength,"

"But at the same time, it also gives others time to prepare for a life-and-death battle with him."

Harry held his head, enduring the headache from nodding just now, and continued to ask.

"Sir, I would like to know something else."

"If... you could tell me the truth about something..."

Dumbledore sighed and spoke slowly.

“The truth is a beautiful but terrifying thing, so we must be especially cautious when facing it.”

"Of course, I will answer unless I have a special reason."

"I will not lie."

"Okay, sir..."

"Voldemort said that he would kill my mother because she wanted to stop Voldemort from killing me."

"But why would he want to kill me?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry seriously as he spoke.

"The first thing you asked me, I couldn't answer you."

"Not today, not now, but one day, you will understand it completely."

"When you're ready."

As the words continued, Harry felt as if Dumbledore was looking into his own soul.

Although Dumbledore's tone was regretful, Harry was certain that pursuing the question any further would yield no results in the short term.

Going around in circles, he asked Quirrell why he couldn't touch him, and also asked about the origin of the invisibility cloak.

I realized that my mother had given me a protective spell for her sacrifice.

We also know that the invisibility cloak is a relic left to Dumbledore by his father.

Of course, he also asked himself how he took out the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Iros.

This made Dumbledore very proud, and he showed off his ingenuity with a bit of humility but excitement.

After Dumbledore finished his explanation, Harry fell silent.

Dumbledore suddenly looked at the gift beside his bed with great interest.

Then the principal raised his hand, hesitated, as if to touch the pile of gifts, but then withdrew his hand.

Harry also shifted his attention and found that the headmaster's right hand was always tightly behind his back.

"I'm surprised you didn't ask me about Professor Snape."

It wasn't until Dumbledore spoke again that Harry came back to his senses.

"Qirro said he would hate me because he hated my father."

"They really disliked each other, and, after a long period of hostility,"

"Your father did something that Snape will never forgive him for—"

"He saved Snape's life."

Dumbledore spoke slowly as Harry's eyes widened.

“The human heart is full of complexity and unpredictability.”

"I think Snape is tormented by something in his heart."

"Maybe he couldn't stand the favor he owed your father, or maybe it was something else."

"But anyway, he'll try to protect you—"

"Perhaps it was so that he could relive with a clear conscience the memories of hating your father."

Dumbledore said, blinked, and gently came to Harry's bedside.

"I must admit, there was a period of time, at the beginning of the school year."

"I thought that your situation with Miss Malfoy would be a replica of your father and Snape."

"De—"

Dumbledore's sudden mention of Draco made Harry sit up and almost say her name.

Only after Dumbledore looked up with interest did he quickly change his words.

"Malfoy, she doesn't feel that bad."

"Just a little...tempered?"

Harry's careful choice of words made Dumbledore laugh out loud.

"Don't worry, Miss Malfoy isn't here."

Then, it gets serious.

"Her temperament comes from her family."

"But I think we all agree that a person's value should not be determined by where they were born."

"Besides, a person's personality will change with friendship and love, right?"

"It's like you and Miss Granger have become friends."

Dumbledore said and Harry could only nod in confusion.

I don't understand why Dumbledore mentioned this, but I suddenly remembered that when I was in a daze fighting with Quirrell, I vaguely saw an angelic light emerging in the distance.

The timid figure seemed to have cast some spell, causing a gentle mist to spread around him, relieving his headache.

"Sir, did you...see Malfoy in the dungeons?"

In response to Harry's question, Dumbledore just smiled, looked at the gift intently, and did not answer.

"I think this is a gift from your friends and those who admire you."

"What happened to you in the dungeons, and to Professor Quirrell, is a complete mystery."

"But mysteriously, all the teachers and students in the school knew about it and were discussing it enthusiastically."

"Maybe you should open them earlier and don't let the gift giver down."

After the principal finished speaking, he slowly backed away, then turned around and prepared to leave.

Harry was left in shock after he suddenly realized what had happened.

"gentlemen!"

"By the whole school knows, I mean, everyone knows that Malfoy and we—"

She paused at Harry's call, listening to his anxious questioning, with the corners of her mouth rising.

"Don't worry, Harry. I ask Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger to keep quiet."

"That part is a complete secret."