Chapter 75 The Sorcerer's Stone
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
"I would like to ask, when can Professor Welfare give me, an old man, a lesson?"
Turville looked helplessly at Dumbledore standing above.
The principal no longer looked as amiable as before, but looked at him indifferently, his hands hanging down naturally, his wand slapping his thighs again and again, and there was a smoky aura about him.
The posture of lifting a weight as if it were lightness gives people immense pressure.
But Tver now felt a little proud in his heart - the first white wizard actually valued him to such an extent that he almost took a fighting stance.
He put his wand away calmly.
Not to mention that he can't beat Dumbledore now, even if he can, he still can't!
As if he was studying transfiguration before, Tver waved his hand to the old man easily.
"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Then he walked up step by step until he stood in front of him.
At this time, Dumbledore was not as indifferent as before, and had a little more curiosity, but his blue eyes were always staring at Tweel's eyes, sizing each other up.
"If it were somewhere else, I wouldn't mind chatting with you all night, but here, I think you need to give me an explanation."
"Explanation?" Tver rolled his eyes, "If I said that I came to save Harry and stop Quirrell and Voldemort, would you believe it?"
Dumbledore laughed dumbly, "Believe it, of course I believe it. Harry and the other three are fine. Quirrell was killed by you, and Voldemort was driven away by you. You have indeed done a great thing."
"If you hadn't kept the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket, I would have applied for you to be awarded the Order of Merlin."
He suppressed his smile, took a step forward, raised his head slightly, and looked at Tver with doubtful and somewhat disappointed eyes.
"I've been watching you since the first day you entered school."
"I am very optimistic about you, Tver. As Voldemort said, your father is the most talented young man I have ever seen, more talented than me.
In just ten years, you can succeed me and become the most powerful wizard in the world! "
"But please don't go down the wrong path like I did." Dumbledore paused.
"You can't afford that kind of mistake in your life."
Finally, he said earnestly: "Give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I can treat this as if it never happened. You will still be the most popular teacher in the school, okay?"
But to his great disappointment, Tver shook his head slightly.
"I have to get the magic—"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"For immortality? You are still young. When you get older, you will find that eternal life is the most painful!"
"Or for gold? Your family wealth is enough for you to spend a lifetime, and with your ability, you can earn more wealth!"
To be honest, Tver was still very moved after hearing so many words from Dumbledore.
He has another elder who is willing to care about him.
However, he can't say that it is to resurrect Voldemort's soul in the Horcrux...
Fortunately, he also has a secret weapon.
"You said I could succeed you in ten years, but what if I don't survive ten years?"
After speaking, he raised his right hand, and the robe slowly fell with gravity, revealing the black mark on his wrist.
Small, but captured instantly by Dumbledore.
He stretched out his left hand vigorously, held Tver's forearm tightly, and pulled the mark in front of his eyes.
So close that he was only a few fingers away, Tver could even feel the heat in his eyes caused by excessive concentration.
The other hand touched it lightly, and a wisp of black smoke came out of the mark, flying out with his finger and dissipating in the air.
But the mark did not weaken at all. Instead, it writhed due to Dumbledore's touch.
Tver slightly used his magic power to suppress the mark again.
If you won't, just stop making trouble. Now one day of my 50-year life will be shortened!
He cursed in his heart, but still kept a polite smile on his face.
"It's a curse, a near-mortal curse."
"Then how did you survive?" Dumbledore asked regretfully.
"Learn black magic and suppress him. Of course, my teacher is mainly helping me."
The corners of Tweel's mouth raised. He couldn't wait to see Dumbledore's expression later.
Dumbledore nodded understandingly.
"The curse has been suppressed, but it is also eroding your life all the time. Only magical things like the magic stone can supply you with huge vitality."
"However, I don't remember many wizards who can do this powerful way of dealing with dark magic. Can you tell me who your teacher is? It can't be Voldemort?"
Tver couldn't help grinning, and his eyes were bent with laughter.
"This man is very familiar to you," he said softly, "Gellert Grindelwald."
Dumbledore's face stiffened visibly, but only for a moment, and his tone became stiff.
"Hasn't he been imprisoned in Nurmengard?"
"Staying in Nurmengard doesn't stop the teacher from teaching me some magic and helping me deal with curses and so on."
"So, it was he who suggested that you come here to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"
This is really not the fault of the teacher. Although Grindelwald knew that Nico Flamel had the Philosopher's Stone, how could he know that the Philosopher's Stone had been transferred to Dumbledore because he had no information?
However, the teacher did suggest that Tweel go find Nico Flamel, which also inspired him to come to Hogwarts and implement this series of plans.
"Of course not," Tver firmly put the blame on himself to protect the image of the teacher. "The teacher has become a lot kinder now. It is my decision to be sneaky."
Dumbledore sneered, "Kindness? This word never belonged to Grindelwald!"
"It's true," Tver looked at Dumbledore seriously, "If you don't believe me, you can go talk to the teacher. He has really changed a lot."
He didn't believe that Dumbledore would go over and ask for confirmation.
According to what the teacher occasionally mentioned, the two had never seen each other since he was imprisoned there.
Dumbledore ignored Turville's words and glanced at him before walking back and forth, thinking for a while.
"Since the Philosopher's Stone can save your life, I can make the decision to give it to you."
"But since you are a student of Grindelwald, I must ensure that you are not corrupted by black magic or any thoughts that you shouldn't have!"
"Then you are going to kick me out of Hogwarts?" Tver said in surprise.
"On the contrary, you can't leave even if you want to. Before I am completely sure, you have to come to my place every week!" Dumbledore said seriously and loudly.
However, he did not say what restrictions he would place on Tver, and turned around to leave.
Tver was stunned for a moment. Is this going to carry out ideological education?
He quickly asked: "What about the holidays? I can't have summer vacation but I still have to stay with you, right?"
"Of course it's a holiday!" Dumbledore's voice came from far away.
Turville looked helplessly at Dumbledore standing above.
The principal no longer looked as amiable as before, but looked at him indifferently, his hands hanging down naturally, his wand slapping his thighs again and again, and there was a smoky aura about him.
The posture of lifting a weight as if it were lightness gives people immense pressure.
But Tver now felt a little proud in his heart - the first white wizard actually valued him to such an extent that he almost took a fighting stance.
He put his wand away calmly.
Not to mention that he can't beat Dumbledore now, even if he can, he still can't!
As if he was studying transfiguration before, Tver waved his hand to the old man easily.
"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Then he walked up step by step until he stood in front of him.
At this time, Dumbledore was not as indifferent as before, and had a little more curiosity, but his blue eyes were always staring at Tweel's eyes, sizing each other up.
"If it were somewhere else, I wouldn't mind chatting with you all night, but here, I think you need to give me an explanation."
"Explanation?" Tver rolled his eyes, "If I said that I came to save Harry and stop Quirrell and Voldemort, would you believe it?"
Dumbledore laughed dumbly, "Believe it, of course I believe it. Harry and the other three are fine. Quirrell was killed by you, and Voldemort was driven away by you. You have indeed done a great thing."
"If you hadn't kept the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket, I would have applied for you to be awarded the Order of Merlin."
He suppressed his smile, took a step forward, raised his head slightly, and looked at Tver with doubtful and somewhat disappointed eyes.
"I've been watching you since the first day you entered school."
"I am very optimistic about you, Tver. As Voldemort said, your father is the most talented young man I have ever seen, more talented than me.
In just ten years, you can succeed me and become the most powerful wizard in the world! "
"But please don't go down the wrong path like I did." Dumbledore paused.
"You can't afford that kind of mistake in your life."
Finally, he said earnestly: "Give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I can treat this as if it never happened. You will still be the most popular teacher in the school, okay?"
But to his great disappointment, Tver shook his head slightly.
"I have to get the magic—"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"For immortality? You are still young. When you get older, you will find that eternal life is the most painful!"
"Or for gold? Your family wealth is enough for you to spend a lifetime, and with your ability, you can earn more wealth!"
To be honest, Tver was still very moved after hearing so many words from Dumbledore.
He has another elder who is willing to care about him.
However, he can't say that it is to resurrect Voldemort's soul in the Horcrux...
Fortunately, he also has a secret weapon.
"You said I could succeed you in ten years, but what if I don't survive ten years?"
After speaking, he raised his right hand, and the robe slowly fell with gravity, revealing the black mark on his wrist.
Small, but captured instantly by Dumbledore.
He stretched out his left hand vigorously, held Tver's forearm tightly, and pulled the mark in front of his eyes.
So close that he was only a few fingers away, Tver could even feel the heat in his eyes caused by excessive concentration.
The other hand touched it lightly, and a wisp of black smoke came out of the mark, flying out with his finger and dissipating in the air.
But the mark did not weaken at all. Instead, it writhed due to Dumbledore's touch.
Tver slightly used his magic power to suppress the mark again.
If you won't, just stop making trouble. Now one day of my 50-year life will be shortened!
He cursed in his heart, but still kept a polite smile on his face.
"It's a curse, a near-mortal curse."
"Then how did you survive?" Dumbledore asked regretfully.
"Learn black magic and suppress him. Of course, my teacher is mainly helping me."
The corners of Tweel's mouth raised. He couldn't wait to see Dumbledore's expression later.
Dumbledore nodded understandingly.
"The curse has been suppressed, but it is also eroding your life all the time. Only magical things like the magic stone can supply you with huge vitality."
"However, I don't remember many wizards who can do this powerful way of dealing with dark magic. Can you tell me who your teacher is? It can't be Voldemort?"
Tver couldn't help grinning, and his eyes were bent with laughter.
"This man is very familiar to you," he said softly, "Gellert Grindelwald."
Dumbledore's face stiffened visibly, but only for a moment, and his tone became stiff.
"Hasn't he been imprisoned in Nurmengard?"
"Staying in Nurmengard doesn't stop the teacher from teaching me some magic and helping me deal with curses and so on."
"So, it was he who suggested that you come here to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"
This is really not the fault of the teacher. Although Grindelwald knew that Nico Flamel had the Philosopher's Stone, how could he know that the Philosopher's Stone had been transferred to Dumbledore because he had no information?
However, the teacher did suggest that Tweel go find Nico Flamel, which also inspired him to come to Hogwarts and implement this series of plans.
"Of course not," Tver firmly put the blame on himself to protect the image of the teacher. "The teacher has become a lot kinder now. It is my decision to be sneaky."
Dumbledore sneered, "Kindness? This word never belonged to Grindelwald!"
"It's true," Tver looked at Dumbledore seriously, "If you don't believe me, you can go talk to the teacher. He has really changed a lot."
He didn't believe that Dumbledore would go over and ask for confirmation.
According to what the teacher occasionally mentioned, the two had never seen each other since he was imprisoned there.
Dumbledore ignored Turville's words and glanced at him before walking back and forth, thinking for a while.
"Since the Philosopher's Stone can save your life, I can make the decision to give it to you."
"But since you are a student of Grindelwald, I must ensure that you are not corrupted by black magic or any thoughts that you shouldn't have!"
"Then you are going to kick me out of Hogwarts?" Tver said in surprise.
"On the contrary, you can't leave even if you want to. Before I am completely sure, you have to come to my place every week!" Dumbledore said seriously and loudly.
However, he did not say what restrictions he would place on Tver, and turned around to leave.
Tver was stunned for a moment. Is this going to carry out ideological education?
He quickly asked: "What about the holidays? I can't have summer vacation but I still have to stay with you, right?"
"Of course it's a holiday!" Dumbledore's voice came from far away.
