Chapter 74 Wake Up
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"Knock knock..."
"Please come in."
"Miss Granger?"
In the principal's room on the eighth floor of the castle, Dumbledore, with a tired look on his brow, sat at the big desk, his eyes still gentle, looking at Hermione standing in front of him.
"Mr. Headmaster." Hermione muttered, "I..."
After a while, she bit her lip, seeming to muster up the courage.
"I heard from Harry that the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed by you, right?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, "Leaving aside whether I have destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, I would like to ask you, Miss Granger, what are you going to use it for?"
Regardless of any form of communication, the most difficult step is always the first step - opening the mouth.
"If it was not destroyed by you, I would like to use it to save Soul." Hermione said, "I heard that the Philosopher's Stone has the power to make people immortal, so can it also be used to save Soul? ?”
"That day in the Forbidden Forest, if I hadn't tripped, we wouldn't have been overtaken. If we had escaped safely, Sur would certainly not have..." There was undisguised sadness and haggardness on Hermione's face, "If magic You haven't destroyed the stone yet, can you try it with it? Please, Headmaster Dumbledore."
"It's not your fault, kid." Dumbledore's voice was extremely gentle, "No one could have imagined that things would turn out like this."
"However, unfortunately, the Philosopher's Stone has indeed been destroyed by me. This is the agreement between me and Nico Flamel."
"Mr. Bones is fine for now. He is just unconscious. Trust us, kid, we will find a way to wake him up."
"It just takes a while."
"Well, your friends should still be waiting for you. It's not easy for Gryffindor to win the Academy Cup after so many years."
But I was in no mood to celebrate. Hermione nodded lowly, turned and left the principal's office.
Looking at the disappearing figure of Hermione, Dumbledore sighed softly, rubbed his brow, and took out a small cloth bag wrapped in cloth from the small drawer beside his desk.
With a thought, the cloth bag unfolded layer by layer, and a slightly dull red irregular gem appeared in the middle.
It was the Philosopher's Stone, and it turned out that it had not been destroyed.
"Is it really useful?" He murmured. "If it was really useful, there wouldn't be so many people dying under the Unforgivable Curse."
"It's just, why does this child..."
Dumbledore was puzzled. Afterwards, he and several other professors studied it together. The curse that made Soul unconscious until now was definitely a death curse.
Although it is weaker for some reasons, it is not something that a first-year student can withstand.
The scene changed to the school infirmary on the second floor of the castle. Hermione begged Madam Pomfrey for a long time before she was allowed to be admitted to the ward.
The entire ward was empty, with only a bedside shining with warm yellow light. The cabinet next to it was filled with various candies and flowers, most of which were left by visitors.
Hermione shuffled and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Soul's sleeping face without blinking, looking, looking, the hazy mist obscured her sight.
"When will you wake up?" Hermione murmured, tears streaming down her face.
"do you know?"
"It turns out that we have always misunderstood Professor Snape. He was trying to protect the Sorcerer's Stone. It was actually Professor Quirrell who wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone..."
Hermione muttered to herself, telling Soul the recent events one by one.
His eyes were hazy, and tears fell one drop at a time on the back of Sur's hand.
"If Angel sees you crying like this, she will blame my sister Hermione for bullying her." A smiling voice sounded.
"No way!" Hermione replied subconsciously, and then she felt something was wrong. Why did this voice sound so similar to——
"Wipe your tears, I've turned into a little cat. It's too late for you to cry again when I'm really dead."
Hermione's eyes widened in confusion, watching the hand in front of her brushing her face.
"Su...Sususu...Suer?"
"What's wrong?" Su Er smiled softly and looked at the crying little girl with bright eyes.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Hermione muttered to herself blankly.
"Ouch." The next moment, Hermione exhaled softly, feeling the tingling sensation from her little face to her brain.
Su Er took back his hand, "Are you still dreaming?"
"It hurts, I'm not dreaming." Hermione shook her head blankly, and the next moment---
"Wow..." she cried and threw herself on the bed.
"Hey, hey, don't wipe your snot on my quilt!"
The sound of footsteps came from outside the ward, "What are you doing? The patient needs to be quiet!!" Pomfrey appeared at the door of the ward with a sullen face.
"Are you awake?! Oh my god..."
When Hermione left, she still had a small snot bubble on the tip of her nose. Well, she was driven away by Madam Pomfrey because Madam Pomfrey wanted to give Soul a good physical examination.
A patient who had been in a coma for more than ten days woke up without any warning. This was a miracle in magical medicine.
"It's strange, it's amazing, bless Merlin, there's no problem at all."
"I haven't eaten or drank for so long, but my body still maintains a lot of energy."
"Mr. Bones, do you feel anything strange?"
"No, madam, I feel fine." Soul shook his head and glanced at Dumbledore, who had already appeared in front of the hospital bed.
"Okay, Poppy." Dumbledore took a step forward, "Can you let me talk to Mr. Bones?"
Madam Pomfrey gave Dumbledore a bored look, and gently asked Soul one last question before leaving the ward mumbling.
"The patient needs to rest. You only have 15 minutes, Dumbledore."
Silence returned to the ward, and Soul looked at Dumbledore quietly, but the story he had heard Arianna tell in that strange space came to mind.
He was not sure whether the Albus Dumbledore in front of him was the brother Ariana mentioned.
Forgive Suer, he really can't remember the details other than the general plot. His previous life was already a long time ago more than ten years ago. It may be that relevant memories will emerge only when he is actually exposed to the incident. Bar?
"How do you feel? Mr. Bones." Dumbledore smiled and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
"Uh... not bad, professor." Suer nodded.
"Did you know?" Dumbledore opened a pack of sugar as if it were cooked, peeled off the wrapper, put it in his mouth and sipped it happily, "Very few people survive that dark magic."
"You're a lucky kid and I want to know exactly what happened that day."
"I don't know either, Professor." Soul shook his head, "I only had time to raise my wand."
"Well..." Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes, "To be honest, I was surprised. I learned about the situation that day from the centaurs. Very few people dared to raise their wands in front of that person. .”
"He's not scary, right?" Suer also blinked.
"You seem to know a lot, Mr. Bones." Dumbledore smiled. "I'm glad that you are not afraid of that man even though you know all the bad things he has done."
"Yeah, he's not scary."
Su Er blinked and said nothing.
"This is for you, Mr. Bones." Dumbledore took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, "Don't tell anyone."
"What is it?" Suer took the small cloth bag and did not open it in a hurry.
"It's something that many people want. I promised my friends to destroy it at some point, but I might have to break my promise, haha."
"Okay, I heard Poppy's footsteps." Dumbledore stood up, "It's getting late."
"Remember to find your professor to make up for your final exam after you are discharged from the hospital, otherwise you will have to stay in the first grade for an extra year."
"There are some rules that I cannot break even if I am the principal."
"Have a nice summer vacation, Mr. Bones."
ps: I have something to do during the day, and there will be another chapter later.
"Please come in."
"Miss Granger?"
In the principal's room on the eighth floor of the castle, Dumbledore, with a tired look on his brow, sat at the big desk, his eyes still gentle, looking at Hermione standing in front of him.
"Mr. Headmaster." Hermione muttered, "I..."
After a while, she bit her lip, seeming to muster up the courage.
"I heard from Harry that the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed by you, right?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, "Leaving aside whether I have destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, I would like to ask you, Miss Granger, what are you going to use it for?"
Regardless of any form of communication, the most difficult step is always the first step - opening the mouth.
"If it was not destroyed by you, I would like to use it to save Soul." Hermione said, "I heard that the Philosopher's Stone has the power to make people immortal, so can it also be used to save Soul? ?”
"That day in the Forbidden Forest, if I hadn't tripped, we wouldn't have been overtaken. If we had escaped safely, Sur would certainly not have..." There was undisguised sadness and haggardness on Hermione's face, "If magic You haven't destroyed the stone yet, can you try it with it? Please, Headmaster Dumbledore."
"It's not your fault, kid." Dumbledore's voice was extremely gentle, "No one could have imagined that things would turn out like this."
"However, unfortunately, the Philosopher's Stone has indeed been destroyed by me. This is the agreement between me and Nico Flamel."
"Mr. Bones is fine for now. He is just unconscious. Trust us, kid, we will find a way to wake him up."
"It just takes a while."
"Well, your friends should still be waiting for you. It's not easy for Gryffindor to win the Academy Cup after so many years."
But I was in no mood to celebrate. Hermione nodded lowly, turned and left the principal's office.
Looking at the disappearing figure of Hermione, Dumbledore sighed softly, rubbed his brow, and took out a small cloth bag wrapped in cloth from the small drawer beside his desk.
With a thought, the cloth bag unfolded layer by layer, and a slightly dull red irregular gem appeared in the middle.
It was the Philosopher's Stone, and it turned out that it had not been destroyed.
"Is it really useful?" He murmured. "If it was really useful, there wouldn't be so many people dying under the Unforgivable Curse."
"It's just, why does this child..."
Dumbledore was puzzled. Afterwards, he and several other professors studied it together. The curse that made Soul unconscious until now was definitely a death curse.
Although it is weaker for some reasons, it is not something that a first-year student can withstand.
The scene changed to the school infirmary on the second floor of the castle. Hermione begged Madam Pomfrey for a long time before she was allowed to be admitted to the ward.
The entire ward was empty, with only a bedside shining with warm yellow light. The cabinet next to it was filled with various candies and flowers, most of which were left by visitors.
Hermione shuffled and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Soul's sleeping face without blinking, looking, looking, the hazy mist obscured her sight.
"When will you wake up?" Hermione murmured, tears streaming down her face.
"do you know?"
"It turns out that we have always misunderstood Professor Snape. He was trying to protect the Sorcerer's Stone. It was actually Professor Quirrell who wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone..."
Hermione muttered to herself, telling Soul the recent events one by one.
His eyes were hazy, and tears fell one drop at a time on the back of Sur's hand.
"If Angel sees you crying like this, she will blame my sister Hermione for bullying her." A smiling voice sounded.
"No way!" Hermione replied subconsciously, and then she felt something was wrong. Why did this voice sound so similar to——
"Wipe your tears, I've turned into a little cat. It's too late for you to cry again when I'm really dead."
Hermione's eyes widened in confusion, watching the hand in front of her brushing her face.
"Su...Sususu...Suer?"
"What's wrong?" Su Er smiled softly and looked at the crying little girl with bright eyes.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Hermione muttered to herself blankly.
"Ouch." The next moment, Hermione exhaled softly, feeling the tingling sensation from her little face to her brain.
Su Er took back his hand, "Are you still dreaming?"
"It hurts, I'm not dreaming." Hermione shook her head blankly, and the next moment---
"Wow..." she cried and threw herself on the bed.
"Hey, hey, don't wipe your snot on my quilt!"
The sound of footsteps came from outside the ward, "What are you doing? The patient needs to be quiet!!" Pomfrey appeared at the door of the ward with a sullen face.
"Are you awake?! Oh my god..."
When Hermione left, she still had a small snot bubble on the tip of her nose. Well, she was driven away by Madam Pomfrey because Madam Pomfrey wanted to give Soul a good physical examination.
A patient who had been in a coma for more than ten days woke up without any warning. This was a miracle in magical medicine.
"It's strange, it's amazing, bless Merlin, there's no problem at all."
"I haven't eaten or drank for so long, but my body still maintains a lot of energy."
"Mr. Bones, do you feel anything strange?"
"No, madam, I feel fine." Soul shook his head and glanced at Dumbledore, who had already appeared in front of the hospital bed.
"Okay, Poppy." Dumbledore took a step forward, "Can you let me talk to Mr. Bones?"
Madam Pomfrey gave Dumbledore a bored look, and gently asked Soul one last question before leaving the ward mumbling.
"The patient needs to rest. You only have 15 minutes, Dumbledore."
Silence returned to the ward, and Soul looked at Dumbledore quietly, but the story he had heard Arianna tell in that strange space came to mind.
He was not sure whether the Albus Dumbledore in front of him was the brother Ariana mentioned.
Forgive Suer, he really can't remember the details other than the general plot. His previous life was already a long time ago more than ten years ago. It may be that relevant memories will emerge only when he is actually exposed to the incident. Bar?
"How do you feel? Mr. Bones." Dumbledore smiled and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
"Uh... not bad, professor." Suer nodded.
"Did you know?" Dumbledore opened a pack of sugar as if it were cooked, peeled off the wrapper, put it in his mouth and sipped it happily, "Very few people survive that dark magic."
"You're a lucky kid and I want to know exactly what happened that day."
"I don't know either, Professor." Soul shook his head, "I only had time to raise my wand."
"Well..." Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes, "To be honest, I was surprised. I learned about the situation that day from the centaurs. Very few people dared to raise their wands in front of that person. .”
"He's not scary, right?" Suer also blinked.
"You seem to know a lot, Mr. Bones." Dumbledore smiled. "I'm glad that you are not afraid of that man even though you know all the bad things he has done."
"Yeah, he's not scary."
Su Er blinked and said nothing.
"This is for you, Mr. Bones." Dumbledore took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, "Don't tell anyone."
"What is it?" Suer took the small cloth bag and did not open it in a hurry.
"It's something that many people want. I promised my friends to destroy it at some point, but I might have to break my promise, haha."
"Okay, I heard Poppy's footsteps." Dumbledore stood up, "It's getting late."
"Remember to find your professor to make up for your final exam after you are discharged from the hospital, otherwise you will have to stay in the first grade for an extra year."
"There are some rules that I cannot break even if I am the principal."
"Have a nice summer vacation, Mr. Bones."
ps: I have something to do during the day, and there will be another chapter later.
