Chapter 202: I’ll leave the magic stone to you for safekeeping.
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Seeing the back of Quirrell's head hit the ground, Glenn couldn't help but squint his eyes, feeling a slight chill on the bridge of his nose.Fortunately, Voldemort had no nose, otherwise he would have suffered a comminuted fracture of the bridge of his nose.
I have to say that although this Voldemort was not the most harmed, it was definitely very insulting.
This can be seen through Harry's reaction.
It was known that the pain of his scar was directly proportional to the severity of Voldemort's mood swings.
The moment Voldemort's face hit the floor, Harry, who had just managed to hold on to the ground to get up, suddenly let out a loud scream, covered the scar tightly with his hands, curled up on the ground, and passed out from the pain.
At this time, the black flames at the door parted to the left and right like curtains, and Dumbledore was like a policeman in a movie, belatedly arriving.
At the same time, Quirrell's body felt like he'd been hit by Thanos' snap of his fingers.
His wrists turned a cement-like blue-grey color, and the color slowly spread to his entire body.Starting from that place, it collapsed bit by bit like a sand sculpture, until the whole person turned into fly ash and slowly dissipated.
And where he disappeared, a black-gray smoke rose from the spot, which was Voldemort's broken soul.
What is different from the movie and the original work is that there is a faint trace of blood red in the smoke.
Dumbledore delayed entering until then, and Glenn finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With him here, at least there is no need to worry about Voldemort's remnant soul causing any more accidents.
It seemed that Dumbledore didn't have a good solution for Voldemort's remnant soul. He just looked at the smoke quietly.
The red light in the smoke flickered slightly, and Voldemort's cold and forbidding voice came out.
The killing intent brought by the red light seemed to have subsided, and his tone became much calmer.
"Although I failed, you can't stop me from leaving here, Dumbledore." Voldemort said slowly.
Dumbledore was noncommittal and said calmly: "Actually, I never thought about leaving you here, Tom. My appearance is just to prevent you from harming these two children."
"Ha ha..."
There was a sneer in the smoke.
"I didn't expect that after so long, you still have such an indecisive and hypocritical face."
He floated gently across the room and came to stand in front of Glenn.
Dumbledore took out his wand without hesitation and said coldly: "If you don't plan to save some energy for escaping, I don't mind helping you use up some."
As he spoke, he gently shook the Elder Wand in his hand, and a gentle breeze slowly swirled from his feet.
There was silence in the smoke for a while, and then a slightly unwilling voice came out.
"I remember you, kid. When the time comes, I hope this old guy can still protect you as he does now."
"Thank you for your blessing, His Highness the Dark Lord."
Glenn smiled and bowed slightly toward the smoke.
"Hmph! We'll meet again soon."
Voldemort snorted coldly, activated the gray mist, and floated away.
The black flames in front of the door swayed slightly, and there seemed to be a faint scream.
This flame is really not that simple.
The old fox winked at Glenn and showed a meaningful smile.
There was a flash of fire and Fox appeared out of thin air.
"Next, we just need to send dear Harry to Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore said.
He let Glenn help Harry up, grabbing Fawkes's tail feathers with one hand and putting his other hand on his shoulder.
There was another burst of warmth, and Glenn once again experienced the comfort of first class.
The golden-red flames in front of his eyes faded, and the scene in front of him changed to the outside of the school hospital.
Anxious discussion came from inside.
"I have already written a letter to Dumbledore, but London is so far away. What if Harry fails..."
It was a girl's voice, high-pitched and slightly trembling, obviously coming from Hermione.
Before she could finish speaking, a male voice interrupted: "Don't say those unlucky things, Hermione!"
Dumbledore winked at Glenn, took out the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's pocket, and placed it in his arms.
After he finished this action, he opened the door of the school hospital.
Hermione heard movement at the door and turned to look.
"Oh! God!"
When she saw Dumbledore walking in, she was stunned for a moment, then she saw the unconscious Harry and let out a scream.
Ron quickly struggled to sit up.
"Malfoy?!" He noticed the person supporting Harry and was shocked.
"Of course not." Glenn said in his own voice as he laid Harry flat on a hospital bed.
"Are you...Glen?"
Hermione frowned and thought for a while before guessing.
Glenn regained his appearance and said with a smile: "Polyjuice Potion, you should have seen it in the book."
He probably only changed back to his appearance now because he wanted Hermione and Ron to see it with their own eyes.
When Harry wakes up, the two of them will tell him that they were the ones who saved his life in the crisis.
Dumbledore briefly explained to the two of them and said, "Glenn and I still have some aftermath matters to deal with, so Harry will trouble you to take care of them."
The two little ones nodded.
Glenn patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Harry is just a little tired and will wake up soon."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left with Dumbledore, all the way back to the principal's office.
The Philosopher's Stone was gently placed on the desk by Dumbledore. The sunlight fell on it, shining with different shades of crystal luster.
"I have an idea, Glenn." Dumbledore poured two cups of tea and said.
Glenn took the tea cup, raised his head and asked, "What do you think?"
"I plan to leave the Magic Stone to you for safekeeping. What do you think?"
Glenn:? ? ?
He was stunned for a long time and asked in confusion: "Are you serious?"
"Of course." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will announce to the public that the Philosopher's Stone has been completely destroyed."
"But, what's the point of doing this?" Glenn still didn't understand his intention.
Dumbledore gently picked up the Sorcerer's Stone and injected a burst of magic power into it, making the red translucent crystal shine brighter and brighter.
"For my old friend Nico, the long life has lost its meaning, and he can't wait to start a new adventure. But for a young man like you, the magic stone can not only extend life and Creating wealth is so easy.”
He leisurely sipped the milk tea in the cup and continued.
"I believe it will help you grow to a certain extent, and at the same time, you will not lose your way."
"But..." Glenn still didn't understand his intention.
Dumbledore gave him a smiling look.
"You can understand this as a transaction. In exchange, I hope you can grant me a request..."
I have to say that although this Voldemort was not the most harmed, it was definitely very insulting.
This can be seen through Harry's reaction.
It was known that the pain of his scar was directly proportional to the severity of Voldemort's mood swings.
The moment Voldemort's face hit the floor, Harry, who had just managed to hold on to the ground to get up, suddenly let out a loud scream, covered the scar tightly with his hands, curled up on the ground, and passed out from the pain.
At this time, the black flames at the door parted to the left and right like curtains, and Dumbledore was like a policeman in a movie, belatedly arriving.
At the same time, Quirrell's body felt like he'd been hit by Thanos' snap of his fingers.
His wrists turned a cement-like blue-grey color, and the color slowly spread to his entire body.Starting from that place, it collapsed bit by bit like a sand sculpture, until the whole person turned into fly ash and slowly dissipated.
And where he disappeared, a black-gray smoke rose from the spot, which was Voldemort's broken soul.
What is different from the movie and the original work is that there is a faint trace of blood red in the smoke.
Dumbledore delayed entering until then, and Glenn finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With him here, at least there is no need to worry about Voldemort's remnant soul causing any more accidents.
It seemed that Dumbledore didn't have a good solution for Voldemort's remnant soul. He just looked at the smoke quietly.
The red light in the smoke flickered slightly, and Voldemort's cold and forbidding voice came out.
The killing intent brought by the red light seemed to have subsided, and his tone became much calmer.
"Although I failed, you can't stop me from leaving here, Dumbledore." Voldemort said slowly.
Dumbledore was noncommittal and said calmly: "Actually, I never thought about leaving you here, Tom. My appearance is just to prevent you from harming these two children."
"Ha ha..."
There was a sneer in the smoke.
"I didn't expect that after so long, you still have such an indecisive and hypocritical face."
He floated gently across the room and came to stand in front of Glenn.
Dumbledore took out his wand without hesitation and said coldly: "If you don't plan to save some energy for escaping, I don't mind helping you use up some."
As he spoke, he gently shook the Elder Wand in his hand, and a gentle breeze slowly swirled from his feet.
There was silence in the smoke for a while, and then a slightly unwilling voice came out.
"I remember you, kid. When the time comes, I hope this old guy can still protect you as he does now."
"Thank you for your blessing, His Highness the Dark Lord."
Glenn smiled and bowed slightly toward the smoke.
"Hmph! We'll meet again soon."
Voldemort snorted coldly, activated the gray mist, and floated away.
The black flames in front of the door swayed slightly, and there seemed to be a faint scream.
This flame is really not that simple.
The old fox winked at Glenn and showed a meaningful smile.
There was a flash of fire and Fox appeared out of thin air.
"Next, we just need to send dear Harry to Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore said.
He let Glenn help Harry up, grabbing Fawkes's tail feathers with one hand and putting his other hand on his shoulder.
There was another burst of warmth, and Glenn once again experienced the comfort of first class.
The golden-red flames in front of his eyes faded, and the scene in front of him changed to the outside of the school hospital.
Anxious discussion came from inside.
"I have already written a letter to Dumbledore, but London is so far away. What if Harry fails..."
It was a girl's voice, high-pitched and slightly trembling, obviously coming from Hermione.
Before she could finish speaking, a male voice interrupted: "Don't say those unlucky things, Hermione!"
Dumbledore winked at Glenn, took out the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's pocket, and placed it in his arms.
After he finished this action, he opened the door of the school hospital.
Hermione heard movement at the door and turned to look.
"Oh! God!"
When she saw Dumbledore walking in, she was stunned for a moment, then she saw the unconscious Harry and let out a scream.
Ron quickly struggled to sit up.
"Malfoy?!" He noticed the person supporting Harry and was shocked.
"Of course not." Glenn said in his own voice as he laid Harry flat on a hospital bed.
"Are you...Glen?"
Hermione frowned and thought for a while before guessing.
Glenn regained his appearance and said with a smile: "Polyjuice Potion, you should have seen it in the book."
He probably only changed back to his appearance now because he wanted Hermione and Ron to see it with their own eyes.
When Harry wakes up, the two of them will tell him that they were the ones who saved his life in the crisis.
Dumbledore briefly explained to the two of them and said, "Glenn and I still have some aftermath matters to deal with, so Harry will trouble you to take care of them."
The two little ones nodded.
Glenn patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Harry is just a little tired and will wake up soon."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left with Dumbledore, all the way back to the principal's office.
The Philosopher's Stone was gently placed on the desk by Dumbledore. The sunlight fell on it, shining with different shades of crystal luster.
"I have an idea, Glenn." Dumbledore poured two cups of tea and said.
Glenn took the tea cup, raised his head and asked, "What do you think?"
"I plan to leave the Magic Stone to you for safekeeping. What do you think?"
Glenn:? ? ?
He was stunned for a long time and asked in confusion: "Are you serious?"
"Of course." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will announce to the public that the Philosopher's Stone has been completely destroyed."
"But, what's the point of doing this?" Glenn still didn't understand his intention.
Dumbledore gently picked up the Sorcerer's Stone and injected a burst of magic power into it, making the red translucent crystal shine brighter and brighter.
"For my old friend Nico, the long life has lost its meaning, and he can't wait to start a new adventure. But for a young man like you, the magic stone can not only extend life and Creating wealth is so easy.”
He leisurely sipped the milk tea in the cup and continued.
"I believe it will help you grow to a certain extent, and at the same time, you will not lose your way."
"But..." Glenn still didn't understand his intention.
Dumbledore gave him a smiling look.
"You can understand this as a transaction. In exchange, I hope you can grant me a request..."
