Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Harry saw the terrified look in the mirror, and his pale face suddenly smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone in his pocket again.

At this moment, Harry felt that something really heavy fell into his pocket.

"How?" Quirrell asked impatiently. "What did you see?"

Harry plucked up the courage to lie.

"I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," Harry said scrambledly. "I, I saw me win the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Quirrell started cursing again.

"Go away for me." Quirrell gave Harry a rough shove.

"He's lying! He's lying!" said a sharp voice.

"Come back here, Potter!" cried Quirrell. "Tell me the truth! What did you see?"

The shrill voice spoke righteously.

"Let me talk to him... face to face..."

"Master, your physical strength hasn't recovered yet!"

"This bit of strength...I still have..."

Harry felt as if he was firmly entangled in the devil's web, unable to move at all.

He stood there dumbfounded, watching Quirrell raise his hand and remove the scarf from his head.

Quirrell is facing the back of the head of the Mirror of Erised... that should be the back of the head, with a face!

A ferocious and terrifying face, even Tierra's movies in her previous life did not show one ten thousandth of the horror of this face.

The color of that face was as dead-white as chalk, the red eyes shone brightly, and below it were two slender nostrils like snakes.

"Have you seen it? Tiera." Dumbledore, who had already sat on the chair, said indifferently, "This is the consequence of being a person who can't tell right from wrong, abandoning good and evil, and indulging in power and power."

"Whether Quirrell or Tang... Voldemort was a gifted wizard at school." Dumbledore sighed sadly, "But look at them now..."

"Have a tiger in your heart, sniff roses?" Tiera didn't quite understand what Dumbledore meant when he said this to him.

I had to read a poem on the spot.

In fact, Tiera had an ominous guess in her heart, but he was unwilling to admit it.

Since Dumbledore didn't pierce this layer of window paper, he was happy to pretend to be stupid.

As for what he would do if Dumbledore pierced this layer of window paper...

Then kneel down and apologize, the big deal is to be expelled from the school. He, Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of all time, can't stab him to death with a wand, a minor wizard, right?

"Ha, Seagriff Sassoon!" Dumbledore said with bright eyes, "a very talented poet, very peaceful poetry."

"I didn't expect you to be involved in literature." Dumbledore smiled happily, like a child over a hundred years old.

While Tiera and Dumbledore were chatting, Voldemort, who was opposite to the mirror, was fed up with Harry's lies and grabbed Harry by the neck.

But the moment Voldemort's hand touched Harry's neck, layers fell off like cinders.

"Ah-ah-ah-" Quirrell screamed, "This, what kind of magic is this!"

"This is the power of love, Tiera." Dumbledore said to Tiera while laughing.

"Have a tiger in your heart, sniff the roses." Dumbledore sighed, "It's a good point, it's right to have ambition, it's right to pursue power, power and knowledge, but you can't give your heart to these things. "

"Magic is a complicated, dangerous and mysterious path, and if we give our hearts to our own desires and cruelties, we will become like Quirrell and Voldemort."

"Tiella, no matter what you encounter in the process of pursuing knowledge or exploring the world in the future, I hope you will remember one thing."

Dumbledore looked at Tiera through the half-moon glasses and said, "I hope there will always be a place in your heart where all your tenderness... and love will remain."

"Oh, my God, it's over there." Dumbledore said in surprise as he looked out of his glasses.

At this time, the body that Quirrell and Voldemort shared on the other side of the mirror had turned to ashes.

Quirrell perished, and Voldemort—

Because of the existence of the Horcrux, or the anchor of black magic, it did not die, but turned into a cloud of broken black smoke that flew out of the castle through Harry's body.

See Voldemort disappear.

Tiera's tense spirit relaxed a little.

Because she never expected to meet Dumbledore tonight, and there was no plan to meet Quirrell, the moment she entered the mirror space, Tiera immediately erected a mental fence and Occlumency.

Facing the diary, he faked the scene that he had been studying in the Gryffindor common room.

"Mr. Headmaster, has Voldemort turned into a ghost?" Tiera asked knowingly.

"No, my child, Voldemort is still a long way from death." Dumbledore pulled Tiera to the outside of the mirror, gently lifted Harry up, and probed his breath.

Then he reached out and gently put Harry on Tiera.

Tiera subconsciously reached out and caught Harry.

Tiera: ? ? ?

Is your old man not capable of levitation? What are you pushing into my arms?

Harry, who was completely unconscious, was dead in Tiera's arms.

Even though Tiera's strength was a little stronger than that of an ordinary child, Tiera still struggled to hold her.

Then Dumbledore picked up the Sorcerer's Stone from the ground, held it in the palm of his hand, and squeezed it with one hand.

The "Sorcerer's Stone" turned into countless pieces of powder and flowed from Dumbledore's fingertips.

Dumbledore clapped his palms and smiled at Tiera.

"Let's go," said Dumbledore. "I destroyed the Philosopher's Stone so that there will be no fearless disputes in the future. Now let's take Mr. Potter, and Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley to the hospital as well."

Then Dumbledore turned around and walked out. When he met Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley lying on the ground, he put one hand in his arm and walked out like this.

Tiera: …

Are wizards so powerful?

Your old man is also about a hundred years old.

Crush gems with one hand.

Is your old man Dumbledore or Gandalf?

Tiera had no choice but to carry Harry and follow behind Dumbledore, all the way back to the school hospital.

"Huh~" After arriving at the school hospital, Tiera put Harry on the hospital bed and shook her sore arm.

Mrs. Poppy Pomfrey, the head nurse at Hogwarts School Hospital, did not know if she was reminded by Dumbledore. I haven't rested until now, sitting neatly behind the desk.

After seeing Dumbledore and Tiera appear, he ran out of the office immediately.

"Get out, get out!" After Dumbledore and Tiera put the trio of deductions on the hospital bed, Mrs. Bobby Pomfrey began to bombard people and drove Dumbledore and Tiera to the school hospital. outside.

"Alas~" Dumbledore sighed and said, "Let's go, let's all go back first. It is estimated that Madam Pomfrey will not let us enter the school hospital before dawn."

"Looking at you and Harry reminds me of when I was young..."