Harry's legs suddenly became susceptible, and he stumbled backwards until there was no way to retreat. www.biquge.infoDraco was lying there, not knowing if it was a corpse or what, and he even began to think calmly if he would look like him when he died in the end, and he looked normal.

"Don't be stupid," Voldemort said viciously, closing in on Harry. "Give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I'll give you a chance to escape, or you'll end up with your parents・・・・・・ who begged me to spare their lives before they died・・・・・・"

"Lie!" Harry shouted sharply.

"How funny・・・・・・ first father・・・・・・ then mother, and now children—how relieved your parents would be if they knew that a family of three had been killed by me・・・・・・ and might have thanked me for sending you to a reunion. Now, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let your mother die for you in vain. ”

"Don't think!" Harry slammed into the door that had once been burning with black flames, but now there was nothing there—Quirrell had destroyed the flames—and if he had escaped, he could lure Voldemort out of the way, and Vio and Draco would ・・・・・・ possibly survive.

But Voldemort・・・・・・ just raised his wand, and between his lips and teeth, he spat out a simple word—a powerful shockwave flying towards Harry・・・・・・

Vio closed her eyes in despair, it all seemed to be over・・・・・・ she might be able to go back to the modern day. However, she really didn't want Harry and Draco to die.

And yet—a loud "thud" exploded like thunder in Vio's eyes, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway, near Harry, and Voldemort's spell struck him, but they all scattered and splattered in all directions, as if they had been knocked on steel.

Just as he blocked the last spell, Quirrell fell. He lay on the ground and convulsed, a puff of white smoke dissipating from his body, and soon fled in all directions.

Dumbledore is here! he is still here! If he can stand up, Vio really wants to cheer for Dumbledore, he has come at the right time.

Dumbledore leaned down to look at Harry, and when he was sure he was okay, he immediately came to Draco's side.

Draco lay motionless, Dumbledore's brow furrowed, and he quickly raised his wand and cast a powerful healing spell - white holy light erupted from the tip of his wand, instantly enveloping Draco's body, layer by layer, like a chrysalis before a butterfly.

The next second, he was gone.

Vio thought to himself that he must have been badly injured.

"It's your turn. Miss Santriel. Dumbledore came to Vio. He whispered a spell, and Vio's strained thoughts suddenly dissipated, and she closed her eyes sleepily - even though she was still conscious, she still wanted to talk to Dumbledore alone - not to take the Mirror of Eris away・・・・・・

A fragrant floral fragrance wafted in, and the air became sweet. Vio's mind was still in chaos, she slowly opened her eyes, and a human face in front of her that had magnified several times stared at her, and then pressed it tightly, hugging her so that she couldn't breathe.

"Sweetheart, vio, you're finally awake! Cyril, look, she's awake!"

Vio looked away a little angrily, she really wished that Madame Santrill would stop rubbing tears on her face, it felt slimy, although she was very touched in her heart.

Mr. Santrill lifted his wife up and persuaded, "Cassie, you've pressed her. Let me help her up and sit down for a while. ”

Madame Santriel's soft hand reluctantly stroked Vio's face for a while before she sat down in the nursing chair next to her under the guidance of her husband. She looked at her daughter, and Vio's expressionless appearance when she had just woken up made her panic, and she always felt strange and scared, so she hugged her violently - afraid that she would disappear suddenly.

"Daddy, Mommy," Vio sat up as she half-hugged Mr. Santriel, who had a pillow behind her. Leaning in slightly, Vio looked at the worry on their faces and whispered, "I'm sorry, you must have been worried for a long time." ”

Madame Santriel covered her mouth, and a sea of tears stretched out of her beautiful apricot eyes. She didn't know why she always had the illusion that her daughter was far away from her - it was clear that Vio had never left, except for this injury.

The people at Hogwarts refused to tell them the truth, and Headmaster Dumbledore simply said that she had done something brave that most people would choose in the end.

"Vio, are you feeling better now?" Mr. Santrill looked at Vio as he stretched out his arm and put his arms around his wife comfortingly, he had just spoken to Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse of Hogwarts' school hospital, and knew that Vio's injuries came from the dark arts, but Dumbledore had used a spell on her, so she would be fine as long as she recuperated for a few more days.

Vio tried to take a few deep breaths, the pain in her limbs had long since disappeared, and now she was relaxed, and she nodded to Mr. Santriel.

"Vio, perhaps we ought to tell you how worried we were when you were unconscious," Mr. Sontrell looked at her with a loving look in his eyes, "and you are our only daughter, and whatever happens to you—brave or just. Me and your mother, we don't care. We only care if you're safe. ”

Vio looked into his eyes and curled the corners of his lips with difficulty. She suddenly felt what a cruel thing she had done to the body where her soul dwelled.

"Vio, if you feel guilty right now for worrying me and your father. Promise me that you will always think first of all about protecting yourself when you encounter every danger in the future, okay?" added Madame Sontrell in a trembling voice.

Vio looked at her face and didn't speak. After a long moment, she nodded softly. From this moment on, she was not only herself, she was also the daughter of the Santrielles.

"Sorry - disturbing your reunion - " Madam Pomfrey walked in, the expression on her face as if she had seen a stubborn cancer, "but there were three children outside who had been asking to come in and visit. As soon as she finished speaking, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in.

Mr. Santriel raised his eyebrows in surprise as he looked at the three children standing in a row, and when he didn't find Draco inside, he realized that it might be his daughter's friend from another house. He and Lady Santriel greeted Harry cordially.

Since Mrs. Suntrell only knew Hermione, Vio introduced them to Harry and Ron.

The Santriels didn't know much about how Voldemort fell, as they had gone abroad after graduating from Hogwarts, but they had heard about Harry's scars. He looked at Harry for a moment.

Then, he and his wife left considerately, leaving a space for them to be free.

"Don't stay in there too long, you guys!'s sake for Merlin's sake - she's just woken up, and she'll need a few days to recuperate!" Madam Pomfrey was the last to go out, staring at the few of them.

"Hi Harry, Hermione, Ron. Vio greeted them with a smile, and they were not polite, removing the covers from her bed a little and sitting down.

"Are you alright?" Hermione held out her arm, but only for a short time, she quickly retracted and looked at her worriedly, Vio breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't want another suffocating hug from Mrs. Santrill - she might not be okay in that way.

"It's nothing, Madam Pomfrey is a clever curator. Harry got out of bed. ”

"・・・・・・ I wasn't thrown against a wall by dark magic・・・・・・" Harry said, his voice heavy. "Oh, by the way, why did you suddenly show up that day?"

"It's amazing・・・・・・ it feels like I'm missing out on a lot. Hermione looked at Vio and Harry, curious about what had happened after she had been knocked unconscious by the troll.

"Alright~ It's story time!" Ron exclaimed happily.