Chapter 108 You can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep

"Huh? What do you have to explain?" Professor McGonagall crossed her arms, "Potter almost died down there!"

"But nothing happened to him, right?"

Professor McGonagall seemed to be choked: what Dumbledore said made sense, but she always felt that something was wrong.

"Harry still has the magic of love left by his mother. With the blessing of this magic, Quirrell can't hurt him even before he reaches adulthood."

"But that magic is for the mysterious person."

"Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort. I'm sorry I never told you about it."

Professor McGonagall's breathing was a little heavier. It was obvious that this information shocked her greatly.

After listening to the conversation between Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, Rice immediately understood the source of Dumbledore's confidence: Harry had the magic of love left by his mother, and Quirrell, who had been parasitized by Voldemort, could not be harmed. to his.

'It's incredible that the magic of love can have such an amazing effect! 'After listening to Dumbledore's introduction to the magic of love, even Les couldn't help but marvel at the magic cast by Harry's mother.

Although he has not witnessed this magic with his own eyes, he can understand its principles.

The key to casting this kind of magic is not the strength of the wizard, but pure love, a love that can give everything to oneself. With the addition of this emotion, a weak wizard can also cast a spell with terrifying effects - it can even allow a baby to destroy the most powerful Dark Lord in the world, and the protective effect will last until the baby reaches adulthood. .

However, this spell is not as amazing as it appears. It can have the current effect simply because the Dark Lord is too arrogant and his mind is not very clear, so he was taken away in a wave. If he had chosen to forgive and spare Harry's life, he would not have ended up like this.

Comparing his own feelings, Les felt that in that situation, he would definitely not embarrass little Harry - at least he would not do it himself. But the Dark Lord was different. He cruelly refused a mother's last request in her life, even unwilling to let go of her infant baby. In the end, he got his wish.

He also received a piece of information: the extremely evil being possessing Quirrell was actually the famous Voldemort. The name of the Dark Lord was very familiar to Les. The books he read on the history of contemporary magic after he woke up all mentioned this person's name - not even Voldemort's real name, but "The Dark Lord". ", "mysterious man", "that person whose name cannot be mentioned" are used to refer to it.

This made Les very curious when he knew such a person. He wanted to know what kind of person could achieve this achievement, so that no one even dared to mention his name! He had never seen such a person before.

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That's it? The person he just fought with, or was beaten unilaterally by himself, was the Dark Lord who the wizarding world didn't even dare to mention by name? Isn't this a bit of black humor? But looking at the reactions of other wizards, their fear of him seems to come from the bottom of their hearts. This is a bit puzzling. Could it be that because they have lost all their strength and can only possess others, they do not use their full strength when fighting against themselves? strength?

Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were silent for a long time, and then she whispered: "Albus, you are simply crazy! You, Merlin! You actually let a man possessed by a mysterious man enter Hogwart He even taught the children Defense Against the Dark Arts for a year! Let the Dark Lord teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

She had unconditional trust in Dumbledore, but in this situation, she had to ask Dumbledore to explain to her.

"His condition is very poor and he spends most of the time sleeping," Dumbledore said calmly: "It was only later that I confirmed that the thing on Quirrell's body was Voldemort, and he was coming back."

Professor McGonagall's breathing was like bellows.

Dumbledore struck while the iron was hot and continued: "Children need experience. Children raised in a greenhouse cannot deal with Voldemort. Minerva, I am almost one hundred and ten years old!"

Even under the severe mood swings, Professor McGonagall had to admit that Dumbledore was right. Voldemort doesn't even need to do anything. He only needs to wait for decades to come back, and he can easily defeat Dumbledore. By then, he will be old. If the younger generation can't take the lead, who will deal with the mystery? Where are people? Snape?

Maybe Dumbledore can ask his friend Nico Flamel to prepare him the elixir to extend his life, but since he himself has not taken the elixir now, it means that he has his own difficulties and considerations, and he cannot use the mysterious person as an excuse to kidnap him. He went to take the medicine - Dumbledore had sacrificed enough.

But she suddenly remembered something else.

"What about the Greengrass child? She doesn't have any love magic in her body. In the end, she was fighting Quirrell and that person. If she hadn't been lucky enough, she would have been buried underground!"

This time it was Dumbledore's turn to be silent.

"I made a miscalculation. There were too many surprises in the plan." He admitted his mistake frankly. Daphne actually had a fireproof potion on her body. This kind of thing was really unpredictable.

What's even more fatal is that I couldn't accompany him throughout the whole process.

"Okay, Albus, you have your reasons - but why can't you follow these kids secretly? What they are going to do is so dangerous, even if it's for experience, you need insurance, right?"

"Because there was a real emergency." Dumbledore broke the seal and told Professor McGonagall exactly what happened when the monster inside ran out and wreaked havoc on one side.

Les, who was pretending to sleep on the hospital bed, was shocked. He really didn't expect that the little wizards of later generations could actually be so capable! Even if the sealing magic they arranged has experienced a thousand years of wind and rain, it will not be easily broken.

As soon as he heard it, he understood that the group of curse breakers regarded the seal they left to dispose of the corpse of the Nordic false god as a treasure relic. Although it is true that the corpses of gods can be made into various powerful magic props after processing, you don't have the processing capabilities!

He really didn't know how to evaluate this group of curse breakers. Call them lame because they could break the seal that he and his friends had jointly set up. Call them smart and capable, but they would actually recognize that kind of seal as a relic...

Les noticed something unusual. He was not sure whether today's magic world still had the ability to break the ban left by their era - they couldn't even flow magic anymore!

He thought he should investigate this matter.

After listening to Dumbledore's explanation, Professor McGonagall reluctantly accepted his statement, and the two of them left the infirmary together.

As soon as they left, Daphne slipped in with her hind legs.

"Hey, hey, Les, wake up!" She pushed Les who was lying on the bed, hoping to wake him up. She felt that Les was pretending to sleep.

But apparently she had not heard of the proverb: You can never wake someone who is pretending to sleep.

Les was lying on the hospital bed, exactly like Harry and Ron who were actually in a coma beside him.

Daphne thought for a moment and decided to use some bolder means.

Just as she was about to take action, Madam Pomfrey appeared in time and dragged her out.

"Get out! Don't disturb the patient's rest!"

"Please wait a moment——"

"no way!"

Rhys praised Madam Pomfrey's virtues.

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Update is here! I will continue to code and add more!

Attached is a piece of trivia I saw.

Rowling wrote the Harry Potter series at the Elephant Café in Edinburgh. In the Greyfriars Kirkyard across the street from the cafe, Rowling saw two tombs with the same name as a father and his son. The owner of the tomb was called "Tom Riddell"

hmm~