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"Faint!"

"The key is flying!"

"Blade is gone!" "Shattered!"

"It's all petrified!"

Earlier, Malfoy arrived at his final destination earlier than Quirrell and Audio-Technica, and he walked into the final room and slowly came to the front of the Mirror of Eris.

"Whoever doesn't want to get the Philosopher's Stone can really get him. Malfoy chuckled at the thought. Reaching out and reaching for his right pocket, a stone appeared in his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm not short of money, and I don't want immortality full of side effects. Thinking so, he played with the stone a few times, found it uninteresting, and put it back in his pocket. "As for you, Lord Voldemort, it must be interesting that you can witness how deeply enchanted the double illusion can be, and that the mirror and the resurrection stone both show the same vision. He chuckled under his breath, then pulled another stone out of his left pocket.

"This thing really burns. Malfoy looked at the stone and smiled.

This is the resurrection stone he picked up from Gaunt's old mansion last time,

"Seeing yourself resurrected is a unique achievement, Voldemort, thank me. Somehow, he put the other stone in the mirror.

The Mirror of Eris can make people who don't want to get the Philosopher's Stone get the Magic Stone, so naturally it can also let those who don't want to get the Resurrection Stone get the Resurrection Stone, after all, Voldemort or Quirrell wants the former now.

"Falling from heaven to hell shouldn't be pleasant. By this time, Malfoy had returned to his dormitory, pretending to be serious about it.

As for Voldemort taking the Resurrection Stone into his hands, after enjoying a brief hallucination, he returned to reality because the stone shattered. Even if the Three Sacred Weapons can be preserved like this in the face of fierce fire, it is already very good, but after someone's grasp, it is estimated that it will be difficult to survive.

Voldemort, as the most powerful dark wizard today, naturally has the will to resist illusions, but these wills are always limited, under normal circumstances, he may indulge for more than ten seconds, and then wake up, but now when he is completely addicted, but in just three seconds, the stone will shatter, and his own waking and passive awakening will not be the same experience at all, and Voldemort who realizes that he has been deceived is furious.

The power of the Resurrection Stone seemed to be so powerful that even Voldemort's spirit was a little shaken, and he found that the only magic power he had left could not be used for the time being, and even affected Quirrell's host.

"Quirrell, what are you telling me? There's a Philosopher's Stone here?" the shrill voice was unusually cold, and Voldemort, who had regained his composure, now wanted nothing more than to vent, and this subordinate seemed to be a good choice at the moment.

"Master, I don't know, the stone must be on Potter's body, and I'll find it if I kill him. Quirrell said in horror, he couldn't imagine what punishment he would receive, and he hurried towards Harry for the sake of merit, because he also realized that something was wrong with his body now, and he had to choose hand-to-hand combat.

Harry had already fainted, and Quirrell grabbed him by the neck, but there was an unbearable pain in his hand, "Master, I can't hold him—my hand—my hand!" Quirrell wailed in pain, his hands glowing red as if they had been burned by fire.

"Tom, you're back. An old voice suddenly came from all around the room.

"Damn it. Voldemort cursed, then fell silent.

"No, master, don't abandon me!I can still kill Potter!" Quirrell felt his power draining, the man was breaking away from his body, and Quirrell's expression grew more and more frightened, not knowing whether he was afraid that Voldemort would kill him immediately, or if he was afraid of the endless Azkaban career ahead.

"Stupid guy, bad for me. Voldemort tried to adjust his spirit, perhaps humiliated, but he had no choice but to flee, but he would never have imagined that today's incident was done by someone who was extremely loyal in his eyes.

"Dumbledore, you wait, I'll be back. In the end, he could only put down a cruel word and fled in dismay.

Dumbledore didn't try to keep him, or he knew he couldn't, or maybe he knew it was pointless, but behind his glasses, there was a hint of clarity in his cloudy old eyes, and there seemed to be some surprise.

"I'm going to talk to that kid. He touched his nose, which had been broken several times, and said to himself, and now the old man's eyes had become astonishingly sharp.

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There is no difference from the original world line, everything that happened to Harry and Quirrell in the dungeon is not far away, and maybe it has been beautified and embellished by someone, most of the students still believe the official words, and most of the students in Slytherin are difficult to accept.

"Draco, I have a sense of foreboding. Pansy whispered as she sat next to Malfoy.

There was a jubilant atmosphere in the auditorium, where the school was holding an end-of-year banquet and students from all four colleges were gathered together. The auditorium was decorated in green and silver representing Slytherin to celebrate their seventh consecutive year of winning the House Cup. On the wall behind the guest of honor stood a large banner depicting Slytherin snakes.

"What's wrong, Pansy?" asked Malfoy.

Pansy snorted and pointed to the door of the Great Hall, where Harry walked in slowly, and the moment he entered, there was a sudden silence in the Great Hall, and then suddenly everyone began to speak loudly again.

"I think this guy is going to earn Gryffindor a lot of points, you look at that announcement Dumbledore, how partial, I feel like I can be fired if I go to the dungeon at that time. Pansy stared at Harry as if she had seen a mortal enemy.

"Not only that, but they're a luxury bonus package for four. Malfoy didn't feel anything when he thought of this, whether in his past life or in this life, he was a person who didn't have much sense of collective honor.

"Then be prepared to see the ugliness of the adult world. Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair.

"Are we really going to lose?" she asked.

"I didn't say that. Malfoy immediately spread his hands and said he was innocent.

Moments later, Dumbledore arrived, and the noise in the Great Hall had subsided. "Another year has passed!" Dumbledore said gleefully, "Before I can indulge in these delicacies, I must trouble everyone to listen to an old man's cliché." What a wonderful year it has been! Your little brains must be richer than in the past, and there is a whole summer vacation waiting for you in front of you, so that you can digest those things before the start of the next semester, so that your brains can be freed.

"Now, as far as I know, we must first have a ceremony to win the House Cup, and the specific scores for each house are as follows: fourth, Gryffindor, three hundred and twelve, third, Hufflepuff, three hundred and fifty-two, Ravenclaw four hundred and twenty-six, and Slytherin four hundred and ninety-two. ”

Neville wasn't there that day, and Gryffindor should still be in third place compared to the previous world line, because they could still have fifty points more, but someone's academic tycoon attribute completely suppressed Miss Jack-of-all-trades, and the extra points in the class were eliminated by the other, canceling out those gaps. Even Slytherin's score was higher than it was.

The Slytherin table erupted in thunderous cheers and stamping, Malfoy's face was expressionless, and Pansy seemed to be in a bad mood because of what she had just said, and the dark clouds lingered in her heart.

"yes, yes, good performance. Dumbledore said, "However, several recent events must also be taken into account. The Great Hall became very quiet, and the Slytherins' smiles narrowed a little. "Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I have some final points to distribute." Let me see. By the way, "First Item - Mr. Ron Weasley" Ron's face suddenly turned red, like a carrot sun-soaked. "He won one of the best games at Hogwarts in many years, and I'm rewarding Gryffindor House with fifty points for it. ”

The cheers of the Gryffindors nearly toppled the enchanted ceiling. The stars above their heads also seemed to tremble slightly. Percy could be heard shouting to the other prefects, "It's my brother, you know! My youngest brother has passed Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard!"

It was not easy for everyone to calm down again. "The second item - Miss Hermione Granger, she calmly reasoned logically in the face of the flames, and not only that, but on the chessboard she also calmly used spells to help her teammates, and used her knowledge in herbal medicine class to solve the pestering plants, I would like to reward Gryffindor House with sixty points. Hermione buried her face in the crook of her arm, no one knew how she felt, Harry suspected that she was crying with joy, but her mood was very sour at the moment: "He knows everything, the devil's web, the simplified obstacle charm, he knows everything, he helped us, but now it's just us who add points." Then she silently looked up in Slytherin's direction, only to see Malfoy sitting on his back and no expression. "Maybe these bonuses should have belonged to him. She tried to stand up and tell Dumbledore, but couldn't.

"The third item - Harry Potter," Dumbledore said. The auditorium suddenly became eerily silent. "He has shown great courage and courage, for which I would like to award Gryffindor House seventy points. ”

The noise was simply deafening. The students who shouted hoarsely while still mentally calculating their scores knew that Gryffindor was now four hundred and ninety-two — exactly the same as Slytherin's. They were close to winning the House Cup - if only Dumbledore had given Harry a point.

Dumbledore held up a hand. The auditorium fell silent again.

"There are many kinds of courage," Dumbledore smiled, "and it takes superhuman courage to take on enemies, and it takes a lot of courage to stand your ground in front of your friends. Therefore, I would like to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom with ten points. ”

If anyone were standing outside the auditorium at this moment, they would probably think that there had been an explosion here, and the cheers at the Gryffindor table were rising higher and higher. Harry and Ron immediately stood up and cheered, only to see Neville's face pale with surprise, and he was overwhelmed by the crowd that had rushed up to hug him. He'd never won a point against Gryffindor!Everyone was crazy, except for Hermione, who slowly got up from her seat and clapped her hands gently, and no one noticed her anomaly.

"That means," Dumbledore had to shout loudly to drown out the thunderous cheers, as even the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were celebrating the sudden Slytherin fiasco, "and we needed to make some small changes to the décor here." ”

He clapped his hands, and in an instant, the green dangling ribbons turned bright red, the silver ones golden, and the great Slytherin snake disappeared, replaced by a majestic Gryffindor lion.

Snape shook Professor McGonagall's hand, an awkward smile on his face. His gaze met Harry's, and Harry immediately understood that Snape's attitude towards him had not changed in the slightest. Harry felt that there was nothing to worry about. It seems that next year life will return to normal, at least to the way Hogwarts is always the same.

It was the best night of Harry's life, better than winning a Quidditch match and celebrating Christmas, a night he would never, ever forget.

"How did you know we were going to lose. Pansy's head drooped, and it was unfortunate that Malfoy's crow-like prophecy had taken effect. "Our seven-game winning streak in the academy was ended in our first year in the house, why? You did so well in class, why didn't you give us a few more points?" Pansy hammered Malfoy's shoulder, her body trembling with anger as if she was about to cry at any moment. She also knew that she was making trouble, and the situation on the scene had already shown that no matter how high the Slytherin score was, it would be surpassed, but she just wanted to vent, just wanted to vent, and she began to sob.

"Don't be angry, the academy cup can't be eaten as a meal. Malfoy put his arm around Pansy and gently patted her on the back to comfort her, soothing her for a moment before her crying stopped.

The banquet was over, and the students from the various colleges began to disperse.

Malfoy was about to go back to his bedroom, but he had been exhausted from fighting Voldemort the other day, and he had not been able to get a good rest. As he walked down the road, he couldn't help but think: "The reuse rate of those traps is really good, the three-headed dog doesn't die, the key just changes shape, the chess pieces can be automatically restored, and as for the potion..."

"Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you in his Headmaster's office, Mr. Draco. Professor McGonagall stopped him, her face puzzled. "It seems like some questions for the final exam, he wants to ask you. Professor McGonagall added. Although Professor McGonagall didn't like Slytherin very much, she still had to say two words to this student: "satisfied", so she wondered why Dumbledore came to him for the final exam, which she didn't think was necessarily more difficult than her usual questions.

"Okay, I see, Professor McGonagall. Malfoy nodded. "When did the old bee's receptive mind become so powerful, even I know it now, and besides, I'm so far away from him now. Of course, this is just a joke. As for why Dumbledore was looking for him, he knew it.

"By the way, the password is a cockroach pile. Professor McGonagall added.

"Thank you. Malfoy replied.

The second time he came to the office, Malfoy knew the road well.

As soon as the "cockroach pile" command was spoken, the stone monster jumped to the side, and surprisingly, the door inside was not closed.

Still in the familiar setting, all kinds of silverware were spitting smoke, Dumbledore was tearing open a package of honey candy in front of his desk, as if he heard a sound, he looked up and hurriedly beckoned to him, "Don't stand, sit down, my child." ”

Malfoy wondered if it was his memory or the other party's problem, the last meeting was simply sabre-rattling, and now this old bee is pretending to be like no one, the older the person, the thicker the skin, and it is true.

"I've wronged you in this Academy Cup. Dumbledore dropped the lollipop packaging and said kindly to Malfoy.

"Professor, what are you talking about, why don't I understand?" Malfoy began to play dumb. "Didn't I have some problems with my final exam grades?

"Huh. Dumbledore shook his beard and smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing, it's just that it's so good that I think I need to reward you." ”

"Thank you, Professor, I don't need to, I still have to comfort my little girlfriend, she cried so sadly today. "Malfoy is retreating. Just kidding, the bamboo pole sent to the door is not knocked, I really think I am a good young man who sacrifices himself?

"I think that trauma in the psyche needs something like this to heal. Dumbledore pulled out a delicate bottle from his bosom, filled with a sparkling liquid. Even through a glass of glass, Malfoy could feel the powerful fluctuations of magic in between, and there was a hint of holiness.

"Open your eyes and tell nonsense, what year can the tears of the phoenix still heal the wounds in the heart?" "I guess this thing still has some effect, doesn't it? Thank you so much. He paused and continued, "By the way, Professor, I picked up a strange stone while wandering around the school the other day, can you help me take a look?" he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Philosopher's Stone and placed it on the table.

"Oh, what an amazing stone, I think I'll have to study it for a few days. Dumbledore said, holding his glasses, and then took the Philosopher's Stone into his arms. Then he asked very sincerely, "Harry said he saw a strange stone too, do you know what it is?"

"With that stone, if you can get your hands on it, you should be able to see the same people as in the Mirror of Eris, and your wand looks like a series, but by now, it should have turned to ashes. Malfoy said lightly, then turned away, leaving Dumbledore with a back.

No one saw Dumbledore's hand suddenly grasp the corner of the table, and his sister's death was the heaviest pain of his life.

Malfoy let out a sigh of relief. "It's a hassle to deal with old bees. He shook his head. "But in order to repair the relationship, he is really willing to pay his blood. Thinking about it, he glanced at the bottle of phoenix tears in his hand again, and the magic in it was almost overflowing.

The last meeting proved his own strength, this time the Philosopher's Stone incident showed his position, Dumbledore may still be skeptical, but for a powerful, gifted child Dumbledore's choice will of course be a show of goodwill, he is different from Voldemort, he has the love of relatives, and maybe friends, Dumbledore will naturally find a way to win over, in a sense, he and Voldemort are the same kind of people, unscrupulous for the sake of the end. It can be seen from the fact that he can still set a plan to make perfect use of his death in the face of his own mortality, and in this sense, he is more terrible than Voldemort.

There may be other reasons, if Malfoy is a poor and white pure-blooded Muggle wizard, he may still be arbitrarily flattened and rounded by old Deng, but now Malfoy's father is a school councilor and a person with voice in the wizarding world, and Dumbledore can only choose to lure.

"Actually, Lao Deng, you are really not suitable for education. Malfoy remembered Voldemort's childhood, when Tom Riddle was so stubborn that he hanged a child's rabbit, took someone else's stuff for himself, and kidnapped two children into a cave by the sea, what did Dumbledore do? Saying "love" over and over again, only to end up dealing with an orphan in this way.

When you can coerce a person to make him submit, but you don't know that a seed of evil has already been planted, today I can't compare to you, you make me submit, then I will be stronger than you, I can also make you submit, this may be the first lesson Dumbledore taught Voldemort.

"But it doesn't matter, the benefits are the most real. Malfoy couldn't help but take a closer look at the bottle of phoenix tears, fascinated by the majestic magic within. "This thing is much more useful than the Elder Wand, maybe it's an extra life. Malfoy was in a good mood and whistled all the way back to his dormitory, and some of the Slytherin students thought he had gone mad because of the House Cup.