The sickly iron fist beauty in Harry Potter

Dumbledore didn't try to take the Marauder's Map from her; he would have recognized it and known it was supposed to be in Filch's office.

Dolly got it, probably by some illicit means.

But now Dumbledore didn't even want to appear in front of Dolly directly, because he had many topics that he couldn't talk to Dolly about, and he even felt a little guilty.

Especially when he thought about the day when he was forced to come out of the Disillusionment Spell in front of a group of young wizards, he felt that it was one of the rare embarrassing moments in his life.

Although he had not been hurt in any real sense, he knew that the lofty image he had in the minds of those little wizards had collapsed.

That's why Dumbledore didn't want to communicate with Dolly anymore. If he angered Dolly, she might say bad things about him in front of Harry, causing his image to collapse in front of Harry.

But this time, after briefly understanding the content of the conversation between Harry and Dolly, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

At least for now, it seemed that Dolly hadn't discredited his ideas in front of Harry.

That’s right, understanding students’ psychological conditions does not count as eavesdropping.

In other words, Dumbledore had actually been there for a while, and he had also learned about the conversation between the two people from outside the door.

In return, he did not disturb the two siblings, nor did he let Madam Pomfrey catch Dolly. Instead, he allowed Dolly to come to the school hospital secretly to see people. This should be mutually beneficial in a certain sense, right?

This was the only way he and Dolly could communicate.

Dumbledore opened the door, saw the lost Harry, and walked up with a smile.

Harry also perked up immediately. Unlike Dolly, or even Ron and Neville, Harry still had a lot of good feelings towards Dumbledore.

Most importantly, he still had a lot to ask Dumbledore.

"Professor, do you still have the Philosopher's Stone?" Harry asked impatiently.

"As for the Philosopher's Stone, it has been destroyed." Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"Ruined?" asked Harry, puzzled. "But doesn't your friend Nicolás Flamel need him to prolong his life?"

"Oh, you know Nico?" Dumbledore asked, his tone seeming pleased.

"You really did understand a lot of things and tried your best to do your best. Well, Nico and I talked about it, and we both agreed that this was the best approach."

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

"They've got some elixirs in stock, enough for them to get things sorted out. And then, yeah, they're going to die."

Seeing the look of astonishment on Harry's face, Dumbledore smiled.

"I know this seems incredible to someone as young as you."

"But for Nicol and his pawn, Perenelle, death is actually like finally going to bed after a long day."

"And, for the perfectly clear-headed, death is just another great adventure."

"You know, the Philosopher's Stone isn't actually such a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want or how long you want to live, you can get it!"

"These two things are what humans want most - the problem is that humans tend to choose the things that are least beneficial to them."

Harry lay there, not knowing what to say. Dumbledore hummed happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

It was still easy to talk to Harry, and he could easily make Harry keep up with his pace with his long life experience.

If it were Dolly...she would probably have dozens of ways to refute herself, right?

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

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

"Yes, Professor. Voldemort will try to make a comeback some other way, won't he? I mean, he hasn't disappeared, has he?"

"No, Harry, he hasn't disappeared. He's still hiding somewhere, perhaps searching for a body he'll share..."

"He wasn't truly alive, so he couldn't be killed. He was only concerned with escaping, not caring about Quirrell's life or death; he was ruthless to his enemies, and he was equally ruthless to his followers."

"But, Harry, you may have only delayed him enough to prevent his immediate recovery. It will take another man, fully prepared, to fight him to the death someday—but if he is delayed again and again, he may never recover his strength."

Harry nodded, but his forehead started to hurt again.

Maybe it was because Voldemort was angry, or maybe it was because he was tired.

But he still had some puzzled questions, so he asked, "Professor, there are some things I don't quite understand. I wonder if you could tell me... I want to know the truth about these things..."

"The truth," Dumbledore sighed, "is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must be handled with great caution."

"You and your sister are really alike. You both have a strong desire to pursue the truth, even if the process puts you in danger."

"But your sister is indeed beyond people's expectations, because she not only desires the truth, but also possesses extremely powerful abilities in order to obtain the truth."

"That gives her access to all of this, and you're still a little short of it."

"So, I will try to answer your questions unless I have a very good reason not to. In that case, I hope you will forgive me. I don't mean to lie to you."

"It's like this... Voldemort said that he killed my mother because she tried her best to stop him from killing me. But then again, why did he want to kill me?"

Dumbledore sighed heavily this time.

"Unfortunately, the first thing you asked me, I can't tell you. Not today, not now."

"One day, you'll know... Don't think about it for now, Harry. When you're older... I know you don't want to hear this... When you're ready, you'll know."

Harry knew there was no point in saying anything more.

"So why can't Quirrell touch me?"

"Your mother died saving you. If there's one thing Voldemort doesn't understand, it's love."

"He doesn't realize that a love as deep as your mother's for you leaves its mark on you."

“It’s not a scar, it’s not a visible mark… Being loved so deeply by someone, even if that person is dead, will leave us with an eternal amulet.”

"It's hidden in your skin, and that's why Quirrell can't touch you."

"Quirrel's heart is filled with hatred, greed, and ambition. He sold his soul to Voldemort. He would feel unbearable pain if he met someone with such a beautiful mark on his body."

After listening to this, Harry thought of the image of his parents in the Mirror of Erised.

Thinking of his sister who had been following him and protecting him all this time, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Dumbledore pretended to be interested in a bird outside the window, and Harry used the opportunity to wipe away his tears with the sheets.

When his emotions had calmed down, Harry said, "And the Invisibility Cloak—do you know who gave it to me? It was you, wasn't it?"

"Yes—your father happened to leave it to me, and I thought you might like it."

Dumbledore's eyes gleamed cunningly. "It's a very useful thing, isn't it? When your father was studying here, he mainly relied on it to sneak into the kitchen to steal food."

"There is one more thing..."

"Just ask."

"Quirrel said Snape—"

"It's Professor Snape, Harry."

"Yes, it's Professor Snape - 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. And then your father did something 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 couldn't stand being in your father's debt... I believe he tried every possible way to protect you this year because he felt that this would make him and your father even and no one would owe anyone anything."

"Then he can feel at ease and relive his hatred for your father..."

Dumbledore was clearly not telling the truth, as he had so many times before. Of course, when he was not telling the truth, he was only telling part of the truth.

For example, the reason why James saved Snape's life was because Sirius wanted to use Lupin, who had turned into a werewolf, to kill Snape, and James didn't want things to develop to this point.

In this sense, James did save Snape, but would Snape thank James?

Obviously it is difficult. After all, Sirius is James' half-brother. Who knows if this is not some other plan?

Dumbledore is like this. He doesn't always tell the truth because he can judge what is the truth a child should hear and what is a fairy tale that a child should hear.

This is Dumbledore's life experience of more than a hundred years, and also his teaching experience after training countless wizards.

There is no doubt that Dumbledore believed that his actions on Harry were effective and accurate.

Dolly is one of the few exceptions... Never mind, it's better not to think about it. The most important thing is to master the communication with Harry.

Harry tried to think about this, but then his head started to hurt again, and he had to stop thinking.

"By the way, sir, I have one last question..."

"Is that the last one?"

"Yes, it must be. How did I get the Philosopher's Stone out of the Magic Mirror?"

"Ah, I'm so glad you finally asked me that."

Dumbledore smiled proudly. This was his proudest design in the entire level.

"This is one of my tricks up my sleeve. It involves the tacit understanding between you and me, which is quite remarkable."

"You see, only he who wishes to find the Philosopher's Stone—who finds it but does not use it—can obtain it."

"As for the others, all you can see in the mirror is them scooping up gold and making a fortune, or drinking the elixir of life to prolong their lives."

"I have a really good brain. Sometimes I even surprise myself... Well, enough questions."

"I suggest you start enjoying these candies. Ah! Bibi Every Flavour Beans! I was so unlucky when I was young that I accidentally ate a bean that tasted very bad. I'm afraid I haven't liked eating beans much since then."

"But I think it's always safe to choose a toffee flavored one, don't you think?"

He smiled and dropped the golden brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said, "Pah, bummer! It's earwax!"

136 College Cup Winner

Harry was discharged from the hospital not long after, and his discharge obviously won the highest level of applause in the entire Hogwarts.

Even some Slytherins applauded Harry, because no one liked Quirrell.

Of course, if these Slytherins knew that Harry not only defeated Quirrell but also defeated Voldemort, they probably wouldn't dare to clap their hands.

Harry obviously enjoyed this glorious moment, but his happiness did not last long because he was interrupted by a pile of books brought by Neville.

After all, almost no one likes reviewing except people like Hermione.

Especially since Harry was still thinking about the Gryffindor Quidditch team's performance, his review effect was very poor as he was trying to do two things at once.

Dolly watched this from a distance, but did not intend to interfere.

Your academic performance in your first year at Hogwarts will not affect your future studies, so it’s okay to be casual about it.

What's more, Harry never learned the key knowledge from books from the beginning to the end - except for Snape's old notes. If Harry failed the exam this time, it would just urge Harry to study more seriously in the future.

In two days, the Quidditch results will be announced.

Harry was ultimately unable to defeat Qiu Zhang, after all, his mental state was not perfect.

The two men fought for the Golden Snitch for a whole hour, and in the end Qiu Zhang won because his arms were longer.

In this way, Ravenclaw defeated Slytherin and Gryffindor again.

Although Harry fought hard to win the match against Slytherin, the final victory still went to Ravenclaw.

The entire Ravenclaw was immersed in a sea of joy. Qiu Zhang was the center of attention that day. There were so many men and women around her that even Dolly couldn't squeeze in.

Dolly didn't mind this. This was Qiu Zhang's highlight and happy moment.

If Qiu Zhang still revolves around Dolly at this time, it would be unfair to Qiu Zhang.

It’s a pity that we weren’t allowed to drink alcohol at school, so even if we celebrated excitedly, it soon stopped at a few glasses of juice and a few victory songs, and then everyone dispersed.

Time returned to the rhythm of review and examinations. As Qiu Zhang was one year older than Dolly and Hermione, her review pressure was actually greater than theirs.

In addition, Qiu Zhang herself has very high academic aspirations, and in a sense, her father may even have strict requirements on her.

Therefore, in the next few days, Qiu Zhang directly adopted an attitude that was almost the same as Dolly's sprint for the college entrance examination in her previous life.

And such efforts finally yielded very good results.

Qiu Zhang achieved a good result of second place in the final examination of his second year in Ravenclaw.