Dudley felt like he had a dream, real but illusory, and he woke up with no memory of what had happened, only the chilling roar.

"You killed me!"

That's right, he remembered this passage, which had been looping in his dreams, but he didn't understand the meaning of the words, and it was obviously not right to put Voldemort into it, after all, Voldemort was not killed by him.

So the question is, who did he kill all the time?"

His consciousness gradually regained consciousness, and he opened his eyes and immediately closed them again, the sudden light made him very uncomfortable, but in this short moment, he was sure that he saw a face that made him want to punch him so badly.

After a little getting used to it, Dudley slowly opened his eyes, and sure enough, he was greeted by the face that wanted to punch - Albus Dumbledore's wrinkled but very gentle, smiling face.

"Good afternoon!"

"Are you still willing to show up?" Dudley lay on the white hospital bed, twisting his neck and clenching his fists, feeling that he had little strength in his body.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "It seems that you have a lot of grudges against me. ”

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"For three days, Ron Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger would have been relieved to know that you had woken up, they were so worried about you and Harry. It's just that Harry is still unconscious. ”

Dudley was surprised, no wonder he felt that he had no strength and was still groggy, and he had been in a coma for too long. He tilted his head to look at the sides of him, where Harry was lying on the bed to his left.

He looked at Dumbledore and said angrily, "So it's not that you can't come out of it. ”

"You should know," Dumbledore stood up slightly, pressing Dudley's somewhat messy corners, "Voldemort won't make a move if I don't leave the school." ”

"Of course I know," Dudley pouted, "but you're too late, you should have received the letter I sent to you in white and black!"

"Of course ......"

"Then you're back so late!" Dudley yelled out, and everyone went according to plan, but he waited until Voldemort turned into a soul, but he didn't see Dumbledore.

This is not only heart-wrenching, but also hurtful, he can feel that if Voldemort in his heyday, Voldemort who has been resurrected, with his current situation, is simply an existence that will be killed in seconds.

"I know it's a big discrepancy," Dumbledore's expression was downcast, not to mention Dudley, he was about to be frightened, "The moment I got there, I regretted it so much, I saw the four of you lying on the ground, and thought you were really dead. Honestly, I didn't expect you to get through so quickly. ”

Dudley looked at Dumbledore and smiled awkwardly, it turned out that Dumbledore didn't come back on time, just because they passed the level too quickly, and if you think about it carefully, it seems that it is also, either by trickery or by violence, there is not much time wasted at all.

His eyes grunted and turned a few times, always feeling that the back of the pot was not quite right. Just when he didn't know what else to say, Harry was lying on the other bed.

Dumbledore hurried over to Harry's bed and leaned down to look down.

Harry heard someone arguing over something in a daze, and looked for a sound, when he suddenly felt something golden glitter above his head. It must have been the snitch, and he wanted to catch it so badly, but his arm was too heavy to lift.

In a trance, he opened his eyes, and it turned out that this was not a golden snitch at all, but a pair of glasses. He blinked vigorously, and the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore appeared in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Harry. Dumbledore said.

Dudley felt some strength as he propped himself up, leaned back on the bed and greeted Harry with a grin, "You're awake too!"

This was really a coincidence, the two of them fell into a coma and woke up one after another.

Harry stared blankly at Dumbledore, then tilted his head stiffly to look at Dudley, and finally he suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Ron and Hermione, the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell and Voldemort!"

"Don't get excited, dear child, these words you are saying now are outdated," Dumbledore gently pressed Harry's writhing body.

"Harry, don't be nervous, Ron and Hermione are fine, Quirrell and Voldemort didn't get the Philosopher's Stone. Dudley looked at Harry and smiled helplessly, but what Harry was carrying was really difficult for him.

"So who got it? And ......."

"Harry, please calm down, or Madam Pomfrey will kick me out. ”

Harry froze for a moment, then swallowed hard and looked around. He finally realized that he was safe now, and he himself was in a hospital bed at the school hospital.

The small table next to the bedside was piled up like a hill, and it seemed as if half of the candy store had been moved here.

"These candies have been sent by your friends and admirers. Dumbledore said with a smile, "Everything that happened between the four of you and Professor Quirrell in the underground classroom is a complete secret, and the secret always spreads, so the whole school naturally knows about it." As far as I know, the Weasley twin brothers were going to give each of you a toilet seat. They undoubtedly wanted to amuse you, but Madam Pomfrey didn't think it was hygienic and confiscated it. ”

Dudley raised an eyebrow and picked out some small cakes from a pile of candies, and ate them deliciously, and at first he didn't have the leisure to eat them, and now... The masses are very happy to be honestly a melon eater.

Dumbledore, a bad old man, is really foolish, and what 'secrets always go away' is clearly publicized.

It's just that Dumbledore's foolishness didn't help, Harry didn't care about the candy at all, he asked eagerly, "But Professor, the Philosopher's Stone ......"

"Well," Harry was interrupted by Dumbledore before he could finish speaking, and he shook his head with a smile, "It seems that these things are not going to distract you. Then let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. No one got it, and I ruined it. ”

"Ruined?" Harry asked, puzzled, "but your friend... What is Nicol Lemay going to do?"

"You still know about Nicol?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically, his tone looking happy, "you've looked into this matter so clearly, in fact, Nicol and I have spoken to each other, and we agreed that this is the best thing to do. ”

"But if the Philosopher's Stone is destroyed, won't he and his wife die?"

"They've got some elixirs, but they're ...... When things are taken care of, they will welcome death. ”