The days at Hogwarts

"In fact, I think you played the most exciting game of chess that Hogwarts has had in many years." Dumbledore walked in from the door and looked at them kindly.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Harry and Hermione shouted, and they finally relaxed when they saw Dumbledore. Ron also slowly raised his head.

"Good afternoon, Gryffindor warriors."

Dumbledore was wearing a large red wizard robe embroidered with various golden patterns, which made him look mysterious and elegant, but his snow-white hair and beard were scattered, reflecting the soft light under the setting sun, making him look approachable and kind.

He looked at the candies piled up like a small mountain at the end of the bed and said with envy: "I think these are all sent by your admirers."

"Admirer?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"The Philosopher's Stone was originally a secret, but the secret of bravery should be spread. Therefore, all the teachers and students in the school know about your brave behavior."

Dumbledore smiled at them. "As far as I know, your friends George and Fred were going to give you each a toilet seat, but unfortunately, it was confiscated by Madam Pomfrey."

"Oh!" The four of them felt a chill at the same time. They believed that George and Fred were capable of doing such a thing.

"Headmaster, what about the Philosopher's Stone?" asked Harry, who finally fainted, unsure of the outcome.

"It seems that I failed to distract you." Dumbledore seemed to regret that he could not fool a few people.

He waved behind him, and a bench came bouncing over, and Dumbledore sat between Loren and Harry's beds.

"Well, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Thanks to you, Professor Quirrell was unable to take it away from him. Severus arrived in time to see both of you unconscious in the corridor."

"Snape!" Harry exclaimed.

Loren looked like he was waiting for a good show. He opened a box of Bibido's strange-flavored beans and ate while listening.

Dumbledore also found it very interesting. He smiled and said, "Yes, Professor Snape."

Hermione's tone was very apologetic, "We all misunderstood Professor Snape. We thought he was the one who wanted to take the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry and Ron obviously still couldn't accept this fact. Harry asked, "But Hermione and Ron saw with their own eyes that Snape cursed me during the Quidditch match and tried to throw me to death."

"Well, I think it was Professor Quirrell who wanted to kill you, and Severus was casting a counter-spell to protect you," said Dumbledore.

Hermione recalled the scene at that time. She sneaked under the stands and set Snape's robes on fire...

Her eyes lit up. "I remember now. Professor Quirrell was sitting behind Professor Snape. He was blocked from view by Professor Snape who was putting out the fire."

"But, but," Harry looked bewildered, "but doesn't Professor Snape hate me very much?"

"He is a professor at Hogwarts, and a professor has the obligation to protect every student at Hogwarts. As for the dislike you mentioned, perhaps it is the grudge between him and your parents."

Dumbledore couldn't help looking at the snacks in Lauren's hand. "Severus and your parents were classmates. They had some grudges. The inside story is very complicated and only they can explain it clearly. The relationship between him and your father is a bit like your relationship with Malfoy."

Harry roughly understood what was going on.

"In the sixth grade, Snape fell into a dangerous situation, and your father James saved him. For this, Severus owed your father a "debt of life."

"After your parents were unfortunately killed, he could no longer repay this "debt of life". So he could only protect you, even with his own life."

Loren looked at Dumbledore and stuffed a handful of Bibiduo strange-flavored beans into his mouth: "Crunch, crunch."

You know how to give appropriate details and omissions. You didn't mention anything about Snape and Lily.

Snape owed Harry's father's life, but he would do his best to protect Harry, probably more because he owed Lily.

Harry fell into deep thought.

At this time, Hermione looked at Dumbledore, with doubt in her eyes, "Professor, after using the sword, I felt something different on my body."

"Oh, this is the precious treasure that Gryffindor leaves to its students. The Sword of Gryffindor will give a gift to every student it recognizes. I don't know what this gift is."

At this point, Dumbledore winked at Hermione again, "After all, even I didn't get a gift from Gryffindor. It may be related to magic, and you need to discover it yourself later."

"The Sword of Gryffindor!" Ron exclaimed. He didn't know what happened next, but he was very envious of the gift of the sword.

Dumbledore looked at them and said, "In addition, the rest of you have also awakened your magic to varying degrees, which will be of great benefit to your future growth."

"Of course, I don't encourage you to do such dangerous things again. If there are any special circumstances in the future, try to report them to the professor."

Loren rolled his eyes and said, “It would be strange if you didn’t encourage me. If you didn’t encourage me, how could Fox bring me here?”

He just fought with Voldemort for a while, and then threw the sword to Hermione. Now she fainted, and he didn't believe that it wasn't Dumbledore's doing.

Speaking of this, he had a question, "Principal Dumbledore, why didn't Voldemort use any advanced magic from beginning to end?"

If Voldemort used the Killing Curse, he didn't believe things would become so complicated.

"Because he is just an evil remnant soul. This body belongs to Quirrell, although Quirrell is willing to show everything about him. But the spell is achieved by the combined efforts of a wizard's life, magic, and soul. Voldemort cannot control Quirrell's body to use sophisticated magic, and can only use rough collisions with magic."

Loren understood. No wonder Dumbledore let them fight Voldemort with confidence. It turned out that the other side was silenced.

"Sir, where is the Philosopher's Stone? Has it been returned to Nicolas Flamel?" Harry asked. He remembered that it was thanks to the Philosopher's Stone that they helped them withstand Voldemort's attack.

"You actually know Nico?" Dumbledore pretended to be surprised. "Yes, but after Nico has dealt with some things, he will explore another great adventure - death. The Philosopher's Stone will also go where it should go."

Such a statement sounded like it would destroy the Philosopher's Stone, and Harry and his friends thought so too.

"Death!" Ron exclaimed. He almost experienced that kind of thing and felt incredible about this choice.

"I know it seems strange to people of your age, but for some people, death is actually like going to bed after a long day. And for those who are quite clear-headed, death is just another great adventure."

"You know, the Philosopher's Stone is not such a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want or how long you want to live, you can get what you want! These two things are what humans want most, but the problem is that humans just like to choose the things that are least beneficial to them."

Loren looked up and met Dumbledore's gentle gaze. He felt that Dumbledore must have said these words specifically to him.

Several people fell into silence. In the quiet ward, the only sound was the crunching of Loren chewing Bibi's every-flavor beans.

Hermione thought this was very rude, so she reached out and tugged at Loren's sleeve, reminding him to be aware of the impact.

Loren glanced at Hermione and revealed a look of understanding. He reached out and opened another bag of Bibiduo strange-flavored beans and handed it to Hermione, "You have some too."

Eat a ghost! ?

Is that what I mean?

Hermione was so angry that she laughed. Why did this person always do things that she could never expect?

But as Dumbledore was watching, she could only take the snacks stiffly and give him an apologetic smile.

Just as the girl was thinking about whether to defend Loren to Dumbledore, Loren also handed Dumbledore a bag of snacks.

Hermione watched helplessly as the greatest wizard in her mind took a box of cockroaches with a smile and began to eat them happily.

At this moment, a certain filter was broken in her heart.

Soon, Ron joined in on the snacking.

Only Harry was still thinking, reviewing his memories.

"Sir," said Harry, "I've been wondering, even though the Philosopher's Stone is gone, Voldemort, I mean You-Know-Who."

He turned to look at Ron, who always refused to let him call him by his name.

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

Harry was relieved. "Yes, sir, Voldemort will try to resurrect in other ways, right? I mean, he didn't disappear, did he?"

Dumbledore slowed down his eating of cockroaches and sighed heavily. "Yes, he has not disappeared. He is still hiding somewhere, perhaps looking for someone who is willing to sacrifice his body. He is not really alive, so he cannot be killed. He has no humanity. He is ruthless to his enemies and his followers."

"And one more thing."

Harry hesitated when he said this. After all, Hagrid was always secretive and unwilling to reveal more to him. "I want to know the truth. Voldemort said that he killed my mother because my mother tried desperately to stop him from killing me. But then again, why did he want to kill me?"

It was because of Professor Trelawney’s irresponsible prophecy, Loren said silently in his heart.

Dumbledore sighed heavily again. "I can't tell you, not today, not now. One day you will know. Harry, wait until you grow up. Perhaps you don't want to hear this, but when you are ready, you will know it naturally."

He told Harry that Quirrell would be hurt if he touched him because his mother used love to perform a profound ancient magic.

It left a mark on Harry, not a scar, not a visible mark, but an invisible amulet, right there on Harry.

If Voldemort touches this amulet, he will suffer unbearable pain.

Chapter 111 Discharge!

After saying this, Dumbledore leisurely put the cockroaches one by one into his mouth, his eyes narrowed into slits, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

Loren, Hermione, and Ron stared at Harry, especially the scar on his forehead.

Although Dumbledore said that the amulet left by Harry's mother was invisible, they still looked at the scar.

Harry held his hands up to his chest and looked at the palms, then turned them over and looked at the backs of his hands.

It turned out that his mother had always been with him and protected him. He felt a strange warmth flowing in his heart.

After Dumbledore finished a box of cockroaches, he glanced at the candies on the table with nostalgia, and left quietly without disturbing the little wizard's thoughts.

The sun was setting slowly, and Loren finished a box of Beebe's Multi-Flavored Beans before he realized that Dumbledore had actually slipped away.

The other three people slowly woke up from their thoughts.

"Loren, I'm sorry. You are right, Quirrell is the dark wizard, and we didn't believe you." Hermione's voice was soft and gentle.

"sorry."

"sorry."

Harry and Ron hurried to follow.

"Well said." Loren snorted, "But I won't forgive you unless each of you eats two cockroach piles."

He took out a new box of cockroaches from the pile of candies, unsealed it, and handed it to Hermione who was closest to him first.

"You!" Hermione was angry and turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to this person.

It seems that his attitude is very firm. Loren plans to skip Hermione, a tough nut to crack, and fool Harry and Ron, two big fools first.

He was about to take back his hand holding the candy box when he suddenly felt a resistance from above.

He looked up and saw that Hermione had already taken out two cockroaches and stuffed them into her mouth, chewing them viciously.

Feeling Loren's gaze, Hermione gritted her teeth even more, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Hehe." Loren didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, fearing that Hermione would really pounce on him and bite him.

He got out of bed, walked over and handed the cockroach candy box between Harry and Ron, signaling them with his eyes to be self-conscious.

Ron looked at Loren with strange eyes. He really couldn't understand this bad taste.

When opening presents on Christmas, Loren lied to him that the secret of magic was in the pile of cockroaches. He foolishly ate a few boxes before realizing that he had been deceived by Loren.

"Why do you always want people to eat cockroach piles?" Ron grumbled, but with his previous experience, he could easily accept the cockroach pile. He took out a handful and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Both of them accepted it, but Harry couldn't accept it. He had only heard of this kind of candy but had never eaten it.

No normal person could accept this! Harry roared in his heart.

He looked at the cockroaches swaying their red limbs in the box, and his scalp tingled. He shook his head frantically to indicate that he couldn't accept it.

Ron saw Harry's resistance and suddenly became excited. He shouted, "Let me do it!"

He jumped directly onto Harry's bed, grabbed a handful of cockroaches and was about to stuff them into Harry's mouth.

One didn't want to eat, and the other forced him to eat, so the two started fighting on the hospital bed.

Ron held Harry down and tried to stuff the pile of cockroaches into his mouth. Harry jumped and struggled, trying to kick Ron off the bed.

Loren was afraid that he would be affected, so he left the battlefield and returned to his own bed. He looked at Hermione next to him, and neither dared to say anything, watching the two people fighting silently.

In the end, Ron won. He stuffed the pile of cockroaches into Harry's mouth and covered it tightly.

Harry's eyes widened, his pupils filled with fear, tiny limbs scratched on the mucous membrane of his mouth, and the cockroach kept crawling into his throat.

Harry's discomfort didn't fade until the chocolate finally melted, revealing the fruity candy core inside.

Ron released his grip on Harry and happily went back to his bed, smiling, "Loren, I understand you. It feels really good to force someone to eat a pile of cockroaches."

Loren thought this smile was abnormal. Don't talk nonsense, we are not the same kind of people.

Harry's bed was in disarray, and he lay on the pillow with a dull look on his face and unfocused eyes. He swallowed the sweet candy in his mouth, but his heart was even more bitter.

He felt he was being forced.

After a while, Harry recovered. He got up from the bed and wanted to teach Ron a lesson.

In this way, the two men stuffed cockroaches into each other's mouths, causing chaos.

When Madam Pomfrey came in, she was so angry at the scene that her hair lifted up her nurse's hat.