Connor's Hogwarts

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

When Harry woke up, he heard an old and gentle voice ringing in his ears. Harry turned his head and saw Dumbledore sitting next to him. Harry stared at him blankly at first, and then suddenly I remembered: "Professor! The Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell! He wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Don't get excited, Harry," said Dumbledore, "Quillot didn't get 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 doctor's office. He was lying on a hospital bed covered with white linen sheets, and there was a mountain of candies piled high on the table next to him.

"These are gifts given to you by 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 It spread like wildfire, so naturally all the teachers and students in the school knew about it.”

"How long have I lived here?"

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

"But sir, the Philosopher's Stone—"

"It seems that I can't distract you. Well, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell failed to take it away from you. I arrived in time to stop him, but I must say, You actually dealt with it very well by yourself, well, actually Quirrell had already been defeated by you when I arrived."

"You made it!? Did you receive the letter Hermione sent you with the owl?"

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

"It turns out you've arrived. That's great."

"I'm still worried it's too late."

"It was almost too late. I felt that I couldn't hold on for much longer. The Philosopher's Stone would be snatched away by him soon. Thank you." Harry recalled the feeling of powerlessness when he punched to the end, sincerely. Thank you politely.

"When I said too late, I didn't mean the Philosopher's Stone, my child. I meant you - you almost lost your life trying to defend the Philosopher's Stone. I was so frightened when I arrived that I thought you were really dead. As for you As for the Sorcerer's Stone, it has been destroyed by me."

"Destroyed?" Harry looked up in confusion, "But your friend, Nico Flamel."

"Oh, you actually know about Nico?" Dumbledore's tone seemed very happy, "You made this matter very clear. That's it. Nico and I talked about it, and we agreed that this was the best thing. method."

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

"They've got some elixirs stored away, just enough to get things sorted out. And then, yes, they die."

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

"I know, to someone as young as you, this may seem weird. But for Nico and his wife, death was actually like finally going to bed after a long day. And, For people with a clear head, death is just another great adventure. You know, the Philosopher's Stone is not actually such a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want or how long you want to live, you can I got my wish! These two things are what human beings want most, but the problem is that human beings prefer those things that are least beneficial to them."

Harry was lying on the bed. He couldn't accept such 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, even though the Philosopher's Stone is gone, crouching... I mean, You-Know-Who—"

"Just call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the correct name for things. Fear of a name will reinforce fear of the thing itself."

Harry was convinced, and he agreed very much with this statement: "Okay, Professor. That's it. I wonder if Voldemort will try to use other methods to make a comeback? I mean, he didn't die or disappear, right? ?”

"Yes, Harry, he didn't disappear. He's still hiding somewhere, maybe looking for a body he's willing to share. He's not really alive, so he can't be killed. He was just running away, He has no regard for Quirrell's life and death. He is ruthless to his enemies and equally ruthless to his followers." Dumbledore took the opportunity to convey correct views to Harry.

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

"The truth," Dumbledore sighed, "is a beautiful and terrible thing, and needs to be treated with extreme caution. However, I will try to answer your questions 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.”

"That's right, I want to know why Quirrell can't touch me? When he touches me, his whole body will have blisters and redness."

"Your mother died trying to save you. If there's one thing Voldemort couldn't figure out, it was love. He didn't realize that a love as strong as your mother's for you would leave its mark on you. Imprinted. Being loved so deeply by someone, even though the person who loved us is dead, leaves us with an everlasting 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 will feel unbearable pain when he touches a person like you with such a beautiful mark on his body. "

At this time, the door panel of the room seemed to ring. Harry looked over and took this time to wipe away his tears with the sheets. When he thought of his mother's sacrifice to save him, he couldn't help but shed tears. When the loud voice sounded, When he returned to normal, Harry said, "And that invisibility cloak. Did you know that Huai gave it to me?"

"Ah, your father happened to leave it to me, and I thought you might like it." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a cunning light, "It's a very useful thing. Your father went to school here back then. Sometimes, I mainly rely on it to sneak into the kitchen and steal food.”

"There's one more thing"

"Just ask."

"Quirrell said Snape—"

"It's Professor Snape, Harry."

"Oh, yes, it's him. Quirrell said that Professor Snape hates me because he hated my father. Is this true?"

"Well, they did dislike each other, a bit like you and Mr. Malfoy. Then your father did something that Snape could never forgive him for."

"What's up?"

"He saved Snape's life."

"What?"

"Yes..." Dumbledore said quietly, "The human mind is indeed very wonderful, isn't it? Professor Snape can't bear to owe your father such a favor. I think the reason why he has tried every means to protect you this year is, It’s because he thinks that this can equalize him and your father, and no one owes anyone anything. Then he can relive his hatred for your father with peace of mind.”

At this time, the door panel rang again. Dumbledore looked at the time and said, "Your friends will be coming to visit you soon. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Professor, one last question..."

"Just ask."

"How did I get the Philosopher's Stone out of the Magic Mirror?"

"Ah, I'm glad you asked me about it at last. It's my great trick, an interesting magic. Only the man who hopes to find the Philosopher's Stone - who wants to find it without using it - To be able to get it. Isn’t that great attention?”

Dumbledore shrugged and said: "Okay, enough questions. I suggest you start enjoying these candies. Ah! It's Bibi's Multi-flavor beans! I was very unlucky when I was young and accidentally ate one. It was a stinky bean, and I’m afraid I haven’t been a big fan of beans since then – but I guess it’s always safe to choose a toffee-flavored one, don’t you think?”

He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said, "Bah, bad luck! 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 five minutes."

"Absolutely not!"

"But you let Professor Dumbledore in"

"Yes, of course. He is the principal, so it is different. In short, the patient needs to rest, and 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'll let your friends come to see you."

"Ah, thank you, Professor." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He still wanted to see his good friends more than chatting with the principal.

After Dumbledore opened the door and walked out, Ron and Hermione walked in after a while. They looked much more excited than Harry.

"Harry!"

"Thank God! You finally woke up!"

"Oh, Harry, we all thought you were going to."

"The whole school is talking about this. What was going on?"

Harry couldn't wait to tell them everything exactly: Quirrell, the magic mirror, the Sorcerer's Stone and Voldemort.

Ron and Hermione listened very attentively, gasping nervously every time they came to a thrilling place. When Harry talked about the face under Quirrell's turban, Hermione screamed uncontrollably. When Lee said that he was crazy about Ola Ola Qiluo, Ron also shouted excitedly.

"So, the Philosopher's Stone is gone?" Ron finally asked, "Nicola Flamel is going to die?"

"I thought it was incredible at first, but Dumbledore thought, well, what was he talking about? He said - 'For those with a clear mind, death is just another great adventure.'" Harry's His eyes were bright: "I think what he said makes sense."

"Do you think Dumbledore wanted you to do this on purpose?" Ron said, "Give you your father's invisibility cloak and then guide you to do that?"

"Oh, that can't be the case," Hermione couldn't help but say, "If he was really like that - I mean - it would be terrible - you would probably be killed."

"No, that's not it," Harry said thoughtfully, shaking his head, "Dumbledore is a very interesting man. I think he probably wanted to give me a chance. He seemed to know more or less what happened in the school. Some. I think he knew very well what we were going to do, but he didn't stop us, but secretly taught us many useful things. I think it was no accident that he made me understand the function of the magic mirror. He seemed to think that if it were possible If so, I have the right to face Voldemort..."

Obviously, Harry had been completely deceived by some bad old man.

"Yes, this is what makes Professor Dumbledore extraordinary." Ron sighed, "By the way, when will you be discharged from the hospital, Harry? You must be in time to attend the year-end banquet. The scores have been calculated, Ravenclaw is number one. Although we have nothing to do with the Academy Cup, the food at the banquet is still quite delicious."

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On the other side, as soon as Dumbledore walked out of the campus hospital, Connor's figure appeared behind him: "Professor, don't you blush even when you lie?"

"Connor, white lies are sometimes necessary. Knowing too much is not a good thing for Harry." Dumbledore looked at Connor with a smile: "Of course, this sentence is not suitable for most people." People use it, and many times, knowing too much can bring disaster to themselves.”

Connor moved several positions away from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head and continued walking forward: "When do you plan to return the Sorcerer's Stone to me?"

"What's the rush? I'm going to give it back to you," Connor muttered, took out a ruby ​​from his pocket and threw it to Dumbledore, "Here~"

"How's it going? Did you test anything?" Dumbledore took it and after confirming that it was the real Sorcerer's Stone, he put it in his pocket.

"Of course. There is."

"Oh? Can you use the magic power inside?" Dumbledore shook his head and smiled: "It's difficult for me to do this. The magic power in the Sorcerer's Stone can only be used with special alchemy, otherwise I wouldn't know how to use it." I leave it to you with confidence, give it up Connor, the Philosopher’s Stone is not a useful thing, it’s better to destroy it.”

"Well, although I can't use the magic in it~" Connor clasped his hands behind his head, took steps like he didn't recognize his relatives, and even whistled, "But Saber and Angel seem to be able to use the magic in it~"

Dumbledore was stunned, slowed down, and turned to look at Connor: "Are you telling the truth?"

Connor ignored Dumbledore and continued to follow his footsteps: "Angel also said that if there is such a thing, maybe we can make the [Clock of Time] that travels through the future that only exists in theory~"

Dumbledore refused to leave. He stood in front of Connor with a serious expression: "Connor, this is not the time to joke."

Connor was shaking, his expression was indescribably proud: "Of course it is true. To be precise, it is Saber who can use the power of the magic stone. She said that this magic power is similar to the energy she absorbs from the surrounding environment. Angel can barely use it under Saber’s guidance.”

"Professor Dumbledore, my student, I admire Mr. Nicolas Flamel very much." Connor laughed mischievously: "Can you introduce him to me and get to know him?"

"." Even though Dumbledore had been in a calm state of mind for many years, he couldn't help but have the urge to beat Connor.

Sure enough, wizards should practice martial arts.

This chapter was supposed to have half the word count, but I forgot to complete it (_). I’ll make up for it with a free chapter in a few days, sorry.