Chapter 104 Magic Stone×1

"Dear Headmaster Dumbledore," Harry said, "I've been thinking a lot about Voldemort... I mean, You-Know-Who—"

Halfway through Harry's words, he suddenly remembered that on the day he first came to the wizarding world, other wizards called Voldemort, and he was not sure which one was the right one.

"Call him Voldemort, Harry." Dumbledore's eyes were firm, and he patted Harry's shoulder reassuringly.

Harry felt as if a power was being transmitted from the headmaster to him, which made his fear of Voldemort, a big demon who wanted to kill him, fade a lot.

"Always use the correct name for a thing. Fear of a name reinforces fear of the thing itself."

Dumbledore said these words to the four people together. His eyes were looking into the distance, as if he had traveled through time.

This was the instruction from the principal. Rigg was thoughtful after listening to it.

"Thank you for your teaching." Rigg and the others thanked Principal Dumbledore.

With the support of Principal Dumbledore, Ron tried to say the word Voldemort directly several times. His eyes widened in surprise, as if he was no longer so scary.

God knows, every time the four of them discuss how to deal with Quirrell and Voldemort behind him, Ron always stutters.

He later argued that everyone in the wizarding world was like this. Voldemort's name stopped children from crying at night, and no one called him by his first name.

Harry continued to ask: "Then did we really kill Voldemort? We won't have to worry about Voldemort in the future?"

Yesterday, Harry fell asleep directly due to physical exhaustion and pain, but since waking up today, he has been thinking and worrying about this issue.

He didn't believe that the big devil who had troubled him for so long was so easily killed by him and Rigg and disappeared completely.

Speaking of Voldemort, Dumbledore's face turned serious. He sat upright and said to the four people in front of him, "Unfortunately, I think he is still hiding somewhere. This is just a part of him..."

Dumbledore paused. He felt that he had said too much, so he did not elaborate on that sentence.

"In short, we must be fully prepared for a decisive battle with him in the future."

Merlin's boots finally landed, and although Principal Dumbledore said bad news, Harry, who seemed to be in a dream, returned to reality.

Voldemort hasn't been defeated yet, they still have work to do.

Rigg also nodded. He vaguely remembered that there was a new Voldemort to fight every year.

Rigg sighed silently, is Voldemort some kind of slime?

How to split one and produce two more.

Rigg felt like he had a headache at the thought of having to fight Voldemort every year.

Harry asked: "Sir, I wonder if you can tell me the truth about these things... about Voldemort and me."

"The truth," Dumbledore sighed, "is a beautiful and terrible thing, and needs to be treated with extreme caution. However, I will try to answer your questions unless I have a good reason to keep it secret, in which case I I hope you can forgive me. I can never lie to you."

Listening to the principal's words, Harry nodded repeatedly and asked: "Voldemort said that he killed my mother because my mother tried her best to stop him from killing me. But, why did he want to kill me?"

Dumbledore sighed heavily this time.

"Gee, I couldn't tell you the first thing you asked me. One day, you'll know."

Harry was about to ask why he couldn't speak, but Rigg's hand pressed hard on his back, and Harry shut up angrily.

He really wanted to know the answer, but since Rigg judged that Professor Dumbledore wouldn't tell it, forget it.

Just by listening to Principal Dumbledore's opening remarks, Rigg knew that they would not get an answer to this question.

If he went back and asked Nigel or Dean, it might be more useful than asking Dumbledore here.

Dumbledore was also considerate of Harry's mood and added: "Don't think about it for now, Harry, wait until you grow up. When you are ready, you will naturally know."

Rigg shook his head, it was exactly what he thought.

Dumbledore's words are like the parents who helped their children collect the lucky money and said every year that they would give it to you when you grow up. In the end, very few children got the lucky money.

Harry also understood that it was useless to say more, so he asked the next question.

"So why can't Quirrell touch me?"

This is a question that the foursome have been curious about for a long time, and they were discussing it intensely when they had dinner together.

Ron swore to say frankly that Harry must be some kind of humanoid magician, specializing in Voldemort. Otherwise, how could he, a child, defeat such a powerful dark wizard?

Harry was doubtful, always feeling that Ron was deceiving him.

Rigg was also very curious about this issue. If Harry failed to control Voldemort, he would owe a huge experience point loan.

"Your mother died saving you. If there's one thing Voldemort doesn't understand, it's love. He didn't realize that a love as strong as your mother's for you would leave its mark on you. . Not a scar, not a visible mark."

Dumbledore began to look into the distance again. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary nagging little old man.

"To be loved so deeply by someone, even though the person who loved us is dead, leaves us an everlasting talisman. It's hidden in your skin. It's for this reason that Quirrell can't Touch you. Quirrell is filled with hatred, greed and ambition, and sold his soul to Voldemort. He will feel unbearable pain if he touches someone with such a beautiful mark on his body."

At this point, Dumbledore pretended to be very interested in a bird outside the window, and Harry took this time to wipe away his tears with the sleeves of his wizard robe.

Hermione's eyes also turned red, and Rigg lowered his head so that no one could see his face.

Ron looked around, wondering if he should cry too to look sociable.

During his night outing, Harry saw that the memories of his relatives had been extracted, so after defeating Voldemort, the first thing he did was to go to the mirror and create new memories for himself.

When his voice returned to normal again, Harry said: "Quirrell said Snape -"

"It's Professor Snape, Harry." Dumbledore hoped that Harry would respect Snape.

"Quirrell said that Professor Snape hated me because he hated my father. Is this true?"

"Well, they did dislike each other. A lot like you and Mr. Malfoy. Then your father did something that Snape could never forgive him for."

Dumbledore gave up, waited for a moment, and then continued: "He saved Snape's life."

"What?" This was a quartet of four, and even Rigg didn't expect to hear such an answer.

He remembered that Snape had always disliked Harry, but he didn't expect that there was such a secret behind it.

Rigg scratched his head. He actually remembered that Professor Snape liked lilies. It would be useless even if Harry gave the professor flowers, right?

Dumbledore said quietly, "The human mind is indeed very wonderful, isn't it? Professor Snape can't bear to owe your father such a favor. Of course, there are also some personal emotions on his part..."

Harry tried hard to think about this, but he knew so little information that he had no choice but to stop thinking about it.

"By the way, sir, I have another question: how did I get the magic stone out of the magic mirror?"

Harry felt the stone appear out of thin air in his pocket, startling him.

Rigg also took out the Philosopher's Stone that they had worked so hard to protect, and looked at Principal Dumbledore with doubt, "Principal, I can feel the flow of magic from this stone. This is just An ordinary stone?"

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