Chapter 110 Dumbledore Knows Details

Hermione hugged Loren tightly, buried her head on his shoulder, and kept chanting in a humming voice: "Loren, Loren..."

She had countless things to say to him, about her experiences along the way, about her thoughts when facing Voldemort...

In the end, it all became a name in my heart.

Loren saw the black soul disappearing from the corner of his eye, as well as the unconscious Harry next to him. He patted Hermione on the back and said, "We have to see Harry first."

Hermione raised her head and woke up from her gentle state, her face blushing, "By the way, there is Ron too!"

The two hurriedly went to check on Harry's condition. As soon as they squatted down, they both lost consciousness and fainted on the side.

Dumbledore walked out from the end of the corridor, with Fawkes the phoenix on his shoulder, and the unconscious Ron floating behind him.

"Squeak!" Fox denounced this sneak attack on the little wizard.

Dumbledore's old face covered by his beard blushed, "Their emotions and magic are unstable. It will be better if they sleep."

"squeak!"

"Out of control? How can this be considered out of control? The Philosopher's Stone has been saved, and they have grown astonishingly, even beyond expectations."

"squeak!"

"That's right. How do I explain it to Loren? He seems to have seen through my plan."

"squeak!"

"Lie? How can you say it's a lie?"

…

Hot, so hot, my whole body felt like it was on fire.

Loren kicked off the quilt and woke up suddenly from the hospital bed.

He was feeling hot all over, the majestic magic power in his body was flowing, and his body temperature kept rising.

He quickly held the wand in his hand. The wand was like an ice cube, calming the raging magic power. The cool feeling slowly subsided the burning sensation.

Loren felt the magic power in his body and realized that it seemed to be awakening again, even more fierce than last time.

His body returned to normal and he looked around. Harry and Ron were lying next to them. Their bodies were shining with magical light, and they must have experienced an awakening.

The three beds are separated by high-hanging white linen curtains. This should be a large ward. The small cabinet at the end of the bed was filled with flowers and various snacks.

The little card in the bouquet read: To the great warrior of Gryffindor.

Outside the window, the golden sunset cast a divine light, illuminating the entire ward in a golden light.

Loren poured himself a glass of water to moisten his dry and sore throat, and then slowly sorted out the memories before he fell into coma.

He first saw a flame outside Snape's office, but was consumed by the flames and teleported behind Harry. He saw Harry playing against Voldemort and was about to lose, so he went ahead without much thought.

With Hermione's handsome sword, Quirrell was eliminated. What happened next was hugging Hermione, checking on Harry, and then passing out.

The curtain next to him was suddenly opened, and on the other side of the curtain, Hermione was lying on the hospital bed looking at him.

It turned out that Hermione's hospital bed was separated from him by a curtain.

The little witch seemed to have remembered something, two wisps of red rose quickly on her cheeks, her lips moved, but her voice was weak.

Loren only saw Hermione's lips moving but couldn't hear any sounds. He simply got out of bed and leaned over, "How do you feel?"

Like a frightened little squirrel, Hermione quickly shrank into the quilt, covering her hot cheeks and forehead, and her voice came through the quilt, "I'm fine."

Before Loren could do anything, Harry and Ron woke up one after another behind them.

Ron blinked and looked at his surroundings. Finally, his eyes focused on the three friends, and he showed an ecstatic expression, "Hey! Harry, Loren, and Hermione!"

"Hahahaha!" Ron kept laughing, then buried his face into the pillow and cried, "I thought I was going to die."

His last memory was that every part of his body was in pain, he couldn't hear anything clearly, couldn't see anything, and then his head became more and more dizzy until he lost consciousness.

Loren didn't know what happened, Hermione and Harry remained silent, and the three of them waited quietly for Ron to calm down.

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

"Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Harry and Hermione called out, but their hanging hearts didn't relax until they saw Dumbledore. Ron also slowly raised his head.

"Good afternoon, fellow Gryffindors."

Dumbledore wore a large red wizard robe embroidered with various golden patterns, mysterious and elegant. But his snow-white hair and beard were scattered, reflecting the soft light under the sunset, and he looked close and kind.

He looked at the candies piled up like a hill at the end of the bed and said in an envious tone: "I think these are gifts from your admirers."

"Admirer?" Harry asked doubtfully.

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

Dumbledore smiled at them and said, "As far as I know, your friends George and Fred originally gave each of you a toilet seat, but unfortunately, it was confiscated by Madam Pomfrey."

"Oh!" The four of them felt chills at the same time. They believed that George and Fred could do such a thing.

"Headmaster, what happened to the Sorcerer's Stone?" Harry asked, finally fainting, unsure of the outcome.

"It seems that I couldn't distract you." Dumbledore seemed to be regretful that he couldn't fool a few people.

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

"Okay, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Thanks to you, Professor Quirrell couldn't take it away. Severus arrived just in time to see you all unconscious in the corridor."

"Snape!" Harry exclaimed.

Loren looked like he was watching a good show. He reached out and opened a box of Bibby's Strange Flavor Beans, eating and listening at the same time.

Dumbledore also found it very interesting, and he said with a smile: "Yes, Professor Snape."

Hermione's tone was very apologetic, "We all wrongly blamed Professor Snape. We thought he was the one who wanted to take the Sorcerer'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 is Professor Quirrell who wants to kill you, and Severus is reciting a counter-curse to protect you." Dumbledore said.

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

Her eyes lit up, "I remembered that Professor Quirrell was sitting behind Professor Snape, and his view was blocked by Professor Snape who was putting out the fire."

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

"He is a professor at Hogwarts, and professors have the obligation to protect every student at Hogwarts. As for the hate you mentioned, maybe it is due to his grudge against your parents."

Dumbledore couldn't stop looking at the snacks in Loren's hand, "Severus and your parents are classmates. They have some grudges. The inside story is very complicated. Only they can explain it clearly. He and you Dad's relationship is a bit like you and Malfoy."

So Harry probably understood.

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

"After your parents were unfortunately killed, he could never repay this "life debt". So he can only protect you, and he will protect you with his own life. "

Loren looked at Dumbledore and stuffed a handful of Bibby's strange-flavored beans: "Crunch, crunch."

You are very knowledgeable and don't mention anything about Snape and Lily.

Snape owed Harry's father a life debt, but he would try his best to protect Harry. I'm afraid it was more because he owed Lily.

Harry fell into deep thoughts.

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

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

Having said this, Dumbledore winked at Hermione again, "After all, even I didn't get a gift from Gryffindor. It probably has something to do with magic. You need to discover it yourself later."

"Gryffindor's sword!" 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, several of you have awakened your magic power 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 it to the professor."

Loren rolled his eyes. It would be strange if you didn't encourage me. Why did Fox take me there if you didn't encourage me?

He just fought with Voldemort for a while, and then threw the sword to Hermione. He would faint. He didn't believe it was not Dumbledore.

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

If Voldemort had used the Death Curse, he didn't believe things would be so complicated.

"Because he is just an evil remnant soul. This body belongs to Quirrell, although Quirrell is willing to show everything he has. But the curse is achieved by the combination of a wizard's life, magic, and soul. Voldemort has no way to control Quirrell My body uses profound magic, and I can only use the magic to make rough collisions."

Loren understood. No wonder Dumbledore was relieved to let them face Voldemort. It turned out that the other side was silenced.

"Sir, where is the Philosopher's Stone? Has it been returned to Nico Flamel?" Harry asked, remembering that it was thanks to the Philosopher's Stone that he 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 go explore another great adventure - death. The Philosopher's Stone will also go It’s where it’s supposed to go.”

This statement sounds like it will destroy the Sorcerer's Stone, and Harry and the others think so too.

"Death!" Ron exclaimed, feeling incredible about this choice as he almost experienced that.

"I know, to young people like you, this may seem weird. But for other people, death is actually like finally going to bed after a long day. And for a very clear mind For them, death is just another great adventure.”

"You know, the Philosopher's Stone is actually not 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 human beings want most, but the problem is, human beings just They just like to choose the thing that is least beneficial to them.”

Loren raised his head and met Dumbledore's gentle gaze. He felt that Dumbledore should have said this specifically to him.

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

Hermione thought this was rude, and she reached out and tugged on Loren's sleeve to remind him of the impact.

Loren glanced at Hermione with a look of understanding on his face. He reached out and opened another pack of Bibby's Strange Flavored Beans and handed it to Hermione, "You eat too."

Eat a ghost! ?

Is that what I mean?

Hermione laughed in anger, why could this person do something she didn't expect every time.

But as Dumbledore watched, she could only take the snack stiffly and show an apologetic smile to Dumbledore.

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 the box of cockroaches with a smile and ate it happily.

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

Soon, Ron joined the snacking party.

There was only Harry, still thinking, reviewing his memories.

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

He turned to look at Ron, who had always refused to let him call him by his first name in the past.

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

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

Dumbledore slowed down in eating the pile of cockroaches, and he sighed heavily, "Yes, he has not disappeared, he is still hiding somewhere, maybe looking for someone willing to give his body. He is not really alive. , so it is impossible to be killed. He has no humanity, is ruthless to his enemies, and is equally ruthless to 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 she tried her best to stop him from killing her." Me. But then again, why did he 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, you will know one day. Harry, wait until you grow up. Maybe you don't want to hear this, But when you’re ready, you’ll know.”

He told Harry that Quirrell would be hurt when he touched him, precisely because his mother used a profound ancient magic with love.

It left a mark on Harry, not a scar, not a visible mark, an invisible talisman, on Harry.

Voldemort would suffer unbearably if he touched this amulet.