Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

"I clearly didn't have it, but when I looked at the Mirror of Erised, my pockets were..."

Dumbledore raised his hand to interrupt Harry.

"First of all, only those who want to find the Philosopher's Stone but do not want to not use it can obtain it. This is the key I set up for the Mirror of Eris."

“From the very beginning, I placed the Philosopher’s Stone in the Magic Mirror.”

“This is one of my brilliant plans. Oh, and don’t tell anyone else about Mr. Potter.”

Hearing this answer, Harry asked curiously:

"So there's a space behind the Mirror of Eris, Dean?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, you can understand it that way."

"However, the Mirror of Eris is now damaged."

Harry's expression suddenly turned dejected.

"Dean, without the Mirror of Eris, will I no longer be able to see my parents?"

Dumbledore looked up at the window:
"Harry, you'll have the chance to see it if you want to, I'm sure of it!"

Harry, lying on the hospital bed, nodded vigorously.

"By the way, Dean Dumbledore, now that the Philosopher's Stone is destroyed, does that mean Voldemort is gone forever?"

"Oh no, I'm afraid he'll find a way to make a comeback."

As Dumbledore spoke, he looked at Harry's rapidly darkening face and asked with a smile.

"Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell is afraid of your hands?"

"Or rather, why did he become like that?"

Harry instantly recalled everything that had happened at the very beginning of yesterday.

He looked at his hands.

"Dean, isn't it because of the Philosopher's Stone?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Of course not."

"It's because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that sacrifice left a mark on you."

"A powerful mark."

Harry instinctively covered his forehead.

"No, no, no, it's not that. It's an invisible mark, one inside your body!"

"what is that?"

"You can understand it as love, Harry, it's love, a mother's love."

"The strength she left behind to protect her son."

"That is a special and ancient spell."

As Dumbledore spoke, he reached out and patted Harry Potter's head, then got up to leave.

However, he burst out laughing when he looked at something on the bedside table:
"Oh, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, I had a really bad time when I was young."

"I ate one that tasted like vomit, and I haven't eaten it since."

"But I'd like one now, and I'd prefer it to be toffee flavored."

"That was my favorite candy when I was in school."

After saying this, Dumbledore randomly picked one bean from a bag.

"Yeah, that's good, bad luck."

"Earwax flavor!"

"Get some rest, Harry. Your friends are waiting for you."

As Dumbledore spoke, he nodded to the caregiver who entered the room and then went out.

Harry Potter thought the headmaster would ask him what had happened, why there were so many holes and rubble in the basement, and why the Mirror of Erised had been destroyed.

But to everyone's surprise, Dean Dumbledore had no questions at all.

It's as if what happened wasn't a big deal.

Lying in his hospital bed, Harry touched his heart again.

He realized that he must have forgotten something.

However, these things are nothing to a twelve-year-old child.

Harry has only one question right now.

"I wonder if Ron's mother can mend the sweater. I'll ask her when I get back!"

after one day.

After class, Ron was pulled by Hermione to go visit Harry.

However, just as the two of them stepped down the stairs, someone walked into the Gryffindor dormitory.

Hermione and Ron, sensing something, looked down and saw Harry Potter.

The three friends waved excitedly in greeting.

Harry looked up at Ron with concern:
"You're alright, Ron, I mean, your body!"

Ron nodded: "I'm fine, actually. How about you?"

Harry shrugged. "Very good. What about Hermione?"

Hermione flashed a big smile: "That would be perfect."

Seeing this, Harry ran over, and the three of them hugged each other.

"By the way, Ron, could you help me mend my sweater?"

“Harry, why don’t you wear mine? I’ll just say I tore it myself, and then my sweater will be fine when I come back.”

"Just like the magic we learn."

Harry was taken aback: "Yes, the magic of motherly love, is that right?"

Hermione and Ron were both taken aback, as they thought of Harry's background.

But they didn't even have time to comfort them.

Harry laughed and said, "It's okay, I just thought of something else."

"My mother also left the magic of love in me."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, neither of them knowing what was going on.

At the entrance to Potions class.

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape."

Snape, as serious as ever, stared blankly at the three little ones bowing and apologizing in front of him.

Especially Harry Potter on the side.

He could tell that Harry's apology was sincere.

"Go into class now, and don't apologize to me."

"I don't want to know why you apologized to me."

After saying that, Snape, with an expression that said he didn't want to talk to them, pushed open the classroom door.

"See, I told you not to apologize. You'll definitely ask the three of us questions later, you believe me?"

“Ron, Hermione isn’t afraid of asking questions. The focus is on the two of us, so we really need to pay attention in class from now on.”

"Oh no, this is Potions class!!!"

In the sunroom of Hogwarts Castle.

It's called a sunroom, but in Li Xiao's eyes, it's more like a vegetable greenhouse, albeit a magical one.

Good morning, students!

A bloated figure with a large pregnant belly walked in.

"Good morning, Professor Sprout!"

In a room filled with vines and green plants, students wearing white protective cloaks shouted loudly in unison.

Professor Sprout nodded with satisfaction.

"Welcome to the Third Greenhouse, second-year students. Oh, and here are two exchange students. This is the first time other students have taken our class, but I'm very happy to welcome them. Okay, everyone, come closer."

"Today's lesson is about repotting mandrakes!"

"So, can any of you tell me what the characteristics of mandrake are?"

As soon as Professor Sprout finished speaking, four or five men and women raised their hands.

"Miss Elizabeth."

The girl in the Hufflepuff uniform spoke:
"Mandragora, or mandrake root, can restore people who have been petrified by magic to their original state."

Furthermore, the mandrake is extremely dangerous; the cry it emits can kill an ordinary person instantly.

"It is a weakened form of sonic mental attack."

Sprout nodded happily: "Very good, Hufflepuff +10."

“The mandrakes in front of you are still seedlings, so their cries are not yet fatal.”

"But once they hear it, they'll make you unconscious for several hours, so each of you has an earmuff on your right side. Wear it to protect your hearing." "Alright, please put it on now, and watch me demonstrate in a moment."

"Now, everyone put them on!"

"Cover your ears tightly and look at me carefully!"

"Use your left hand to grasp the leaves of the mandrake, and then pull hard, really hard, pull it out!"

As he spoke, Professor Sprout pulled out what was next to him.

A piercing scream suddenly rang out.

The professor, who was used to it, didn't react at all, but the other students instinctively covered their ears.

Even with earmuffs, the sound was still too unpleasant.

What's even more horrifying is that the mandrake root that made the sound resembled an unformed child, with facial features and limbs, waving wildly.

The root it was holding was the same spot where the hair on its head was.

"Do you understand? Okay, now..."

"Put it into another, larger basin, and immediately put soil in it to keep it warm."

You must remember that once the mandrake roots are removed from the soil, they are very sensitive to the outside air, just as you are sensitive to the cold.

While all the students were watching the professor bury the soil, the chirping continued unabated.

Suddenly, a figure rolled their eyes and fainted.

It was Miss Elizabeth who had just answered and even added ten points to her score.

This is a girl with freckles.

"Well, it seems Elizabeth didn't wear her earmuffs properly."

Li Xiao, standing nearby, shook her head and said, "No, teacher, I think she fainted from fright, after all, this..."

Li Xiao pointed to the grass roots, which were no different from human children.

The professor sighed, "Alright then, let him lie there."

"Let's continue, there are still many pots that need to be replaced."

As he spoke, the professor clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Everyone, now follow me! Grab the mandrake, hold on tight, and pull it out with all your might. Go go go, quick!"

The twenty-odd people present gritted their teeth and forcefully pulled out the green plants from their hands.

These looked no different from ordinary grass before they were pulled out.

But when it was pulled out, it cried out and struggled instantly, just like a baby.

Let alone students.

Li Xiao and Qi Teng both murmured to themselves upon seeing this scene.

Because this thing doesn't look normal at all.

Moreover, Li Xiao discovered that some grassroots people were fat, and some were thin, but no matter what they looked like, they were all uglier than the last.

Li Xiao even saw a student stick his finger into the mouth of a grass-root chirping bird, trying to shut it up.

But it got bitten right away.

Judging from the height of their jump, Li Xiao estimated that the strength of these mandala grass roots was considerable.

The final lesson also ended in farce.

The person who jumped up ripped off his own and several other students' earmuffs.

This resulted in a large number of people fainting.

Finally, with the help of Li Xiao and Saito, all the second-year students were able to be sent back to their dormitories.

Of course, it's reasonable that one or two Mandela grassroots figures were missing during the chaos.

Li Xiao originally thought that the incident in class was just a side story involving the main trio.

In retrospect, this is simply Hogwarts' usual practice.

After all, which professor, on their first day of class, doesn't say more than ten sentences before immediately having students do hands-on practice?

Moreover, it's a magical herb that's extremely dangerous.

More importantly, this kind of class is a required course every year, which Li Xiao finds outrageous.

"A calm sea cannot produce an excellent helmsman!"

Li Xiao turned his head to look.

That's when they realized it was Gunnir, the captain of the Arctic team.

Li Xiao shrugged: "Okay, you have a point."

"However, I think the teaching at Hogwarts School of Design can still be improved."

"At least stuffing cotton balls inside the earmuffs would make things a little better."

Gunnil nodded, both amused and exasperated.
"Actually, I think we can send a letter of recommendation to Hogwarts."

"After all, don't forget, we are exchange students, and this is a right we are entitled to."

Li Xiao asked in surprise: "Side storyline?"

Gunnir had no intention of hiding anything:

"Yes, I think this should be a side story, and one that was given by the main god."

"After all, the status of an exchange student is quite strange, isn't it?"

"Okay, that makes sense!"

Li Xiao had to admit it.

After all, the identity given by the Supreme God has never been simple.

However, even if this were true, side quests that are unrelated to the main storyline or even pose no danger wouldn't be of much value.

It's highly likely to be a D-level.

With Li Xiao's "help" experience, the last two days passed uneventfully.

Outside of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Just a second ago, the members of the Central Continent Team were still talking to each other.

The next second, a feeling that was like being in a dream suddenly enveloped me.

And at the very moment all the "exchange students" disappeared.

In the classroom, Harry, sitting by the window, turned his head and stared blankly at the horizon.

His gaze shifted to three years later in the blink of an eye.

For a new ending is unfolding in the darkness-shrouded cemetery.
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The entity possessing Cedric watched Harry's ever-changing, fascinating expressions.

Voldemort, his contorted features hunched over, cried out excitedly.

"Harry, Harry, yes, that's the look!"

"It's good that you're awake, because now it's just you left!"

Without any spell, a beam of light shot out from the wand and entered the tilted, fallen statue of Death.

As the light entered, the stone statue suddenly brightened and then came to life.

The Grim Reaper, wielding a scythe, picked up Harry from the ground, restrained him, and walked up to Voldemort.

Then he looked at Lupin and Black, as if explaining something to them.

"Gentlemen, do you see this? This is the last item!"

"The enemy's blood!"

The wand grazed Harry's forearm.

And just like that, a wound appeared.

Bright red blood flowed down, but did not drip.

Instead, it floated in the air.

Voldemort looked at the blood and said excitedly:

"Three years!"

"I will be resurrected!"

"Killing you would be incredibly foolish!"

"I'll make you see it all with your own eyes, Harry!!"

As he spoke, Voldemort waved his wand.

Blood fell!

The entire stone pot instantly burst forth with intense light.

Three years ago, that pathetic figure who didn't even dare to look back has finally reached this point.

The light from the stone pot seemed to materialize, illuminating most of the dark cemetery.

Then, all three people present stared wide-eyed.

Because a sound of flesh tearing apart came from Voldemort's body. (End of Chapter)