"What?" Dudley was now stuffed with cake in his mouth like a little squirrel, and he almost squirted out when he suddenly spoke just now, he covered his mouth with both hands and chewed a few times, swallowing desperately to make his face red, "Old Deng, what did you just say?

"You just woke up, don't eat so much!"

Dudley rolled his eyes, he hadn't eaten for a few days, so he had to eat a little more to replenish it.

Dumbledore knew that Dudley hadn't listened, and he shook his head helplessly, "It's nothing, but you'll find out later." I promised to keep it a secret. ”

Since Dumbledore didn't want to say anything, Dudley didn't plan to continue to ask, and he couldn't ask anything anyway, so it was better to save time and rummage through some favorite food.

The beauty of life starts with eating.

Only eating it will not remind Dudley of this loss-making business, and he is also ready to stop Dumbledore from destroying the Philosopher's Stone, and wants to study it, but the plan cannot keep up with the change.

Harry's face was full of consternation, he couldn't understand why Nicol Lemay and his wife could face death so calmly, and he also couldn't understand why he could still make up his mind to destroy the Philosopher's Stone since he had lived for more than six hundred years with the Philosopher's Stone.

He rubbed his head, which was almost dead, I was still a child! Anyway, he felt uncomfortable just thinking about the feeling of a splitting headache and near death in the secret room where the Philosopher's Stone was kept.

Dumbledore touched Harry's head and laughed, "I know the decision to destroy the Philosopher's Stone may seem unthinkable to you young people. ”

But for Nicol and Perenal, death is actually like finally being able to rest in a comfortable soft bed after a long day. ”

"Child, do you know that death is actually not terrible, and for a very sober-minded person, death is just another great adventure. ”

Dumbledore looked at Harry's puzzled face and smiled, "Everyone wants to get the Philosopher's Stone, just because with it, no matter how much wealth you want or how long you want to live, you can get what you want! It seems beautiful, but in fact, the Philosopher's Stone is not such a wonderful thing. But human beings like to choose what is least beneficial to them. ”

Harry lay there, not knowing what to say for a moment. Dumbledore hummed a little song happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

"Professor," Harry paused, then stammered, "I was thinking... Now that the Philosopher's Stone is destroyed, then... Quirrell and Volde... I mean, the mystery man ......."

"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the right name for things. The fear of a name reinforces the fear of the thing itself. ”

Dumbledore looked at Harry encouragingly, he really didn't like to be called a mystery by someone who called Voldemort, as he said, if he was afraid, how to fight it.

Harry pursed his lips, he didn't like to call Voldemort a mystery, but everyone almost called Voldemort that, and he forgot that Dumbledore never used other words instead of 'Voldemort'.

"I see, Professor. Is that so, are Quirrell and Voldemort dead?"

"You're trying to eat fart!" Dudley grumbled, Quirrell was dead, and the entire Chamber of Secrets was him, "How could Voldemort die so easily." ”

"What about Voldemort......" Harry thought for a moment, "is there any attempt to make a comeback in some other way?"

"You're right, Harry. He's gone into hiding again, maybe looking for someone somewhere who is willing to share his body with him, but it's not really alive. He was always self-conscious, ruthless to his enemies, and just as ruthless to his followers. Dumbledore looked at Dudley, who was eating like crazy, and Harry, who was bowing his head, and said with a gentle smile, "You did a good job this time, hindering him and preventing him from regaining his strength right away." If he does make a comeback in the future, he may need to fight him to the death, but if he is hindered again and again, he may never be able to regain his strength. ”

Dudley glanced at Dumbledore, these words are quite nice, and in the second half of this year you will know that no matter how much you hinder Voldemort, he will have a chance to regain his strength, and sure enough, everything in the movie is a lie.

Harry nodded, but quickly stopped, as it gave him a headache. Then he said, "Professor, there are some things I don't quite understand, I don't know if you can tell me...... I want to know the truth about these things......"

"The truth ......" Dumbledore stood up, walked to the window and looked out, he thought for a moment and sighed, "This is a beautiful and terrible thing that needs to be treated with extreme caution." But... I'll do my best to answer your questions unless I have a good reason to keep my mouth shut. If that's the case, I hope you'll forgive me, and of course you don't expect me to lie to deceive you. ”

Dudley was particularly disdainful of the word 'as much as possible', assuming that it took 50 percent effort to accomplish something, but only 10 percent was used, it could be said that he had done as much as he could.

"That's right... I wonder why Voldemort killed my parents......" Harry was a little nervous, he swallowed his saliva, "Why did you kill me too?"

Dumbledore sat back down in front of the bed, and he sighed heavily, opening his mouth several times but not saying why.

"You're really... I've got a problem!" He looked at Harry and smiled helplessly, "Unfortunately, I can't tell you the first question you asked me. At least... I can't tell you right now. I'm sure one day, you'll know...... Don't think about it for now, when you grow up a little more, when you're ready, you'll know naturally. ”

Harry was depressed, and he knew that no amount of asking would help.

"I know you don't want to hear that......"

Dudley interrupted Dumbledore and complained, "Since you know and say," it was nothing more than a prophecy, Harry and Voldemort could only survive one, he changed his mind and said, "Harry, are you stupid, why do you care why Voldemort wants to kill you, will he kill you if you know?"

"Of course it's a rebellion!" said Harry, excitedly.

Dudley spread his hands, "That's fine, what else is there to ask!I'll summarize it for you: either Voldemort kills you, or you kill Voldemort!" he pinched his orchid fingers, put his two index fingers together and pulled them to the side, "Perfect!"

Harry stared blankly at Dudley, the feminine 'perfection' that disgusted him.

The corners of Dumbledore's eyes twitched, and he gave Dudley a thumbs up, "Incisive explanation!"