After Voldemort possessed Quirrell.

All the magic power that was replenished from Lao Ba’s secret hamburgers has been used up.

Voldemort can be said to have returned to the pre-liberation era overnight...

"Well, this doesn't count as aiding the enemy."

Blake walked over to Quirrell.

Then he moved his body with his wand.

"How is he?"

Dumbledore asked.

"Oh... Harry didn't quite get the hang of it."

"It's a bit burnt..."

Blake made a hell of a joke while doing it.

While continuing to touch Quirrell's body.

But it was just a light touch.

A piece of it fell off Qi Luo's face...

It really is that outrageous.

Just got slapped in the face by Harry a few times.

Qi Luo's entire body turned into a mess.

"Is this the protective power of the magic of love?"

Blake stood up in amazement.

"Um...did you see that just now?"

Blake asked.

He was referring to the steam-like face.

"Um……"

Dumbledore stood up.

Looking at the place where the face just disappeared.

His expression turned serious again.

"I seem to be missing something..."

"Something very important."

Blake spread his hands.

"So, your plan has failed?"

"Well... it's considered a failure."

There was a hint of fatigue in Dumbledore's tone.

"I should have found out why he didn't die before formulating this plan."

The current situation is definitely not what Dumbledore wants to see.

Blake risked his life by going undercover.

And Harry nearly lost his life.

But Voldemort was not killed...

Just fought him off.

The effort and reward are really not proportional.

This wave is actually a loss.

Black glanced at Dumbledore, who was in deep thought.

He asked tentatively:

"Then... have you figured out why he is not dead?"

Dumbledore sighed.

"Not yet, but I will find the reason..."

Blake licked the Philosopher's Stone in silence.

He didn't know that Dumbledore was trying to hide the Horcrux from him.

Or it’s because I haven’t thought about the Horcrux yet.

"call……"

The fire door suddenly went out.

A group of people walked in.

The one who came in first.

It was Snape, holding a wand and with a gloomy face.

Next, there was Professor McGonagall, who looked shocked.

Next, it was Madam Pomfrey with the medical kit.

And Ron, who looked horrified.

Blake bets that Ron's expression.

He must have thought that his good friend was dead...

Madam Pomfrey was the first to see Quirrell's horrible body.

He screamed in fright.

However, as a therapist's instinct.

Still, she immediately focused her attention on Harry.

After a while.

Mrs. Pomfrey stood up.

"Merlin...luckily, Harry is okay."

"Nothing on my body... well, except for a nasty kick in the ass."

"Ahem..." Blake touched his nose awkwardly.

He kicked it...

To be fair, Black hurt Harry tonight.

Even much higher than Voldemort.

Whether it's physical or mental...

He saw Dumbledore's gaze.

Blake smiled awkwardly.

"For the greater good... ahem... for your plan, there's nothing I can do."

Dumbledore suddenly heard a familiar sentence.

The beard twitched slightly.

He sighed helplessly.

"Madam Pomfrey, please take good care of Harry tonight..."

"Severus?"

Snape nodded, then turned and walked away.

"Don't worry, with Severus' potion, the child will be fine."

Madam Pomfrey said confidently.

Dumbledore also nodded, then said to Black.

"Wait for me in the principal's office. You know the password."

Dumbledore said as he picked up Harry.

Walk towards the school hospital.

……

When Dumbledore returned to the door of the headmaster's office.

It was already one or two o'clock in the morning.

He regretted making Blake wait for him.

Because it's too late now.

Even he felt tired.

Not to mention Black, who had just fought with Voldemort.

but.

He discovered it when he walked into the office.

He imagined it.

The scene of Blake curled up on the couch and asleep does not appear.

On the contrary.

Blake is in a good mood!

And what he is doing.

It makes people think that he has mental problems...

"I give you dried fish, what should you say?"

"Chirp!"

"No! You should say 'thank you'."

“And then I’ll say you’re welcome…”

"Come on, do it again..."

"Chirp!"

Dumbledore said helplessly:

"Fox is a phoenix, not a parrot."

"You can't teach it to talk."

Blake turned around.

Then he saw Dumbledore, who looked exhausted.

"I think the first person who taught a parrot to talk."

"Someone must have told him so..."

"But the fact is."

"This fellow is right."

“A parrot is a bird.”

“But they can definitely learn to speak.”

"So...whatever it is."

"The first person to try is always respectable, isn't he?"

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