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“I can, but Hermione can’t. I plan to stay with her.”

“An enviable friendship, Miss Dolly, I agree.”

"Also, I want to find a place to learn how to brew potions."

Dumbledore was slightly taken aback and said, "Brewing potions? Aren't the potions Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey's here enough for you?"

"I don't want to bother them all the time, and there are some potions that are really inconvenient for them to handle. I can't exactly ask Professor Snape to brew me a beauty potion, can I?"

“I don’t think you really need this kind of medicine, Miss Dursley… Well, I agree.”

"Afterwards, I will give you an empty classroom that you are satisfied with, so that you can embark on your little potion adventure."

Then Dumbledore said, "However, I need to remind you that it's best not to try dangerous potions, otherwise you might run into trouble with Madam Pomfrey again."

"Don't worry about that, Professor. I'm actually very afraid of pain and don't want to get hurt at all."

Dumbledore gave Dolly's arm a meaningful look, nodded, and said nothing more. He then asked, "Is there anything else? Perhaps three conditions are enough?"

Dolly knew that Dumbledore was reminding her to stop.

After all, Dolly is still alive and her injuries will heal quickly, so this matter is probably not something that Dumbledore needs to pay special attention to.

Dolly wasn't greedy either, saying, "Finally, I got along really well with Spot, and I think I can call Spot to help me with something later."

"It's your good fortune to have such a friendship with Dian Dian. I don't need to do anything about it. You can just communicate with Dian Dian directly."

"But there's a house-elf in the kitchen who seems to consider himself the leader of the house-elfs, and he probably won't like me doing this."

Dumbledore looked enlightened and said, "That must be Pocket. He was already working at Hogwarts when I was young."

“You’re right, perhaps I can indeed help you tell him this.”

After that, Dumbledore didn't give Dolly another chance to speak, saying, "So, Miss Dursley, will you retract your accusations against Professor Quirrell?"

Dolly shook her head and said, "I won't take it back."

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to say something, Dolly continued, "But I won't publicize it in the Daily Prophet like I did before, after all, I don't like being bothered by the Ministry of Magic staff."

"That's how my father was; he hated dealing with bureaucrats."

Dumbledore gave a knowing smile and said, "I can understand Mr. Dursley's attitude; I also dislike them."

Dolly continued, "I will prove in my own way that I am not lying, that Quirrell really was the one who almost killed me."

“I hope you, Professor, won’t stop me from doing this.”

Dumbledore nodded and said, “Of course, that’s your prerogative. Every student can have professors they don’t like.”

"But I want you to understand that attacking the professor without permission or using other magical means against him is unacceptable."

"Even if you have grounds to accuse Professor Quirrell, it still won't be enough to offset the punishment you'll receive for what you did."

Dolly nodded, indicating that she understood.

Dumbledore finally smiled and said, "It was a pleasure talking to you, Miss Dursley."

“You’re a perfect fit for Ravenclaw. The last time I was this embarrassed was when Lucius tried to cut the budget at the board meeting.”

"Anyway, get some rest and come back to class soon. Your good friends are getting impatient."

After saying this, Dumbledore turned around and used his wand to draw the curtains, creating a good environment for Dolly to sleep. Only then did he leave the cubicle where Dolly was and open the door to the school hospital.

To Dumbledore's surprise, Snape also came.

Snape saw the confusion in Dumbledore's eyes and said, "Professor, come with me."

Dumbledore nodded and followed Snape, while Madam Pomfrey and Cho Chang Hermione went into the university hospital.

Once the surroundings were quiet and no one was around, Dumbledore said, "Shouldn't you be keeping an eye on Quirrell? Why are you here again?"

Snape didn't answer, but instead asked, "Is she alright? And what do you plan to do with Quirrell? Do you need me to handle it?"

"Do it?"

Dumbledore looked at Snape in surprise and said, "He's your colleague, Severus. What are you planning to do to your colleague?"

Snape looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, as if realizing something, and said, "You're going to let him go?"

“We have no evidence, Severus.”

"Don't talk to me about evidence, Fu... We don't have any evidence that that guy isn't dead either, but didn't you tell me with absolute certainty that he would come back?"

"Quirkro almost killed Dolly, you and I both know that. What more evidence do we need? Do you need to see him kill someone with your own eyes?"

Dumbledore did not answer directly, but calmly met Snape's gaze, and Snape did not back down.

It wasn't until a cold wind blew by that Dumbledore tightened his robes and said, "Severus, you should wake up."

"Is Miss Dolly Dursley really that special? She is neither Lily's child nor Lily's heir."

"The person you truly swore to protect is someone else."

After saying that, Dumbledore looked into the distance, where Harry, Ron, and Neville were running side by side. When they saw Dumbledore and Snape arguing, they stopped and hesitated, clearly wondering whether they should continue.

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Snape was stunned for a moment.

They seemed to find Dumbledore's words a bit far-fetched. Quirrell tried to kill a student, and they went to punish Quirrell for it. What was wrong with that?

What does this have to do with whether Quirrell is special or not? Isn't this what a professor and principal should be doing?

Dumbledore clearly saw through Snape's thoughts and replied directly, "If you don't acknowledge Miss Dursley's special status, then I can only follow the rules and let the evidence speak for itself."

“You examined Quirrell’s wand and know that the old wand we found was used to cast a Confusion Charm.”

“These could all be combined to form a completely different truth, but you stubbornly insist that they are all Chilogan’s.”

"Have you considered that if we actually take action against Quirrell, and we can't find anything unusual on him, then even using Truth Potion and Legilimency won't reveal the truth you want?"

"In the end, it was even discovered that Quirrell was an unlucky fellow who couldn't be cured by the Imperius Curse..."

"Where will you go to find the real murderer then? And what kind of storms and dangers will your beloved Miss Dursley face?"

"Can Miss Dursley withstand the revenge of a dangerous individual lurking in the shadows?"

Snape was completely dumbfounded, staring intently at Dumbledore, and finally managed to say with difficulty, "At least we protected her... no, we protected the students of the school from further attacks!"

"Can it really protect them? If that guy can control Quirrell silently, he can control even more people."

Dumbledore's tone turned stern: "Severus, you know who our enemy is. Don't underestimate his strength, and even less so his wisdom."

"Unless you are absolutely certain, I suggest you remain calm and patient."

"You should understand which is easier to deal with: a mastermind whose secrets we know, or a killer hiding in the shadows."

Snape, breathing heavily, used his last strength to argue, "Dumbledore, if it's him, why don't you kill him!"

"You are the strongest white wizard, you can definitely do it!"

"No, Severus, I can't do it."

Dumbledore looked over Snape's shoulder and at the distant scenery, saying, "You and I both knew about that prophecy, and now you still don't believe it?"

Snape knew, of course.

It was a cold, damp night when Dumbledore went to interview Trelawney, an applicant for the Divination class, at the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade.

Trelawney is practically inept at divination magic, possessing only superficial skills that she could probably not even fool Muggles.

But just as Dumbledore showed disappointment, Trelawney awakened her family's ancestral prophetic abilities and made a prophecy.

"The boy will be born at the end of July. His parents have escaped the Dark Lord's assassins three times. The Dark Lord will treat him as one of his equals."

"But he will have power that the Dark Lord does not have, and one of them must die at the hands of the other, because neither can survive while the other is still alive."

Dumbledore didn't fully believe the prophecy at the time, until Harry's parents died and Harry became the boy who survived.

When Dumbledore saw the scar on the boy's forehead, he knew that the prophecy had come true.

Whether he believed the prophecy or not was irrelevant, because Voldemort already firmly believed it.

The belief of a dark lord is itself a powerful form of magic.

Because the magic of wizards is the miracles they create by controlling magical power with the power of their beliefs.

Snape knew all this because he was also at the Hog's Head that night.

He was thrown out by Aberforth Dumbledore, the owner of the Hog's Head, who was also Albus Dumbledore's brother, after only listening to half of it.

After that, Snape told Voldemort the half-heard prophecy. At that time, Snape was still Voldemort's right-hand man and did not know that the boy would be Lily's child.

Harry's parents later died as a result, and Snape became one of the culprits responsible for Lily's death.

This caused Snape immense pain, ultimately leading him to sacrifice his future life to avenge Voldemort and protect Harry—his way of atoneing for his sins against Lily.

Dumbledore looked at Snape again, his gaze calm, as if victory was assured.

Snape was indeed struck by his most painful memory; his face turned ashen, and he struggled for a long time without uttering a single word.

He knew he had been persuaded by Dumbledore, or at least he couldn't refute him.

Filled with anger and helplessness, Snape instinctively turned to Harry and the others, and snapped, "Potter! What are you standing there for? Do what you're supposed to do!"

"From now on, you'd better not let me see you late for Potions class again, or I'll deduct five points from each of you!"

Upon hearing this, Harry, Dumbledore, and Snape lowered their heads and scurried past them, their faces darkening, before speeding up their run toward the school hospital.

This brief moment allowed Snape to calm down a bit.

“Dumbledore, I will keep a close eye on Quirrell and look for evidence.”

“If I catch him red-handed, you absolutely must kick him and the guy behind him out of Hogwarts.”

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's only natural, Severus."

"I haven't finished speaking yet."

Snape continued, "As for Dursley, I know very well that she is not Lily's stand-in, much less Lily's successor; she is just a student who looks a lot like Lily."

"She is Harry's sister, a blood relative whom Harry acknowledges. From the perspective of caring for Harry, she cannot be allowed to get hurt."

“There are indeed things about her that don’t make sense, but I hope you can apply the same leniency you show to Quirrell to Dursley.”

Dumbledore answered bluntly, "I treat everyone the same, Severus."