For students, it is very easy to listen to the teacher's lectures, but to find out their doubts and ask the teacher questions, it is very challenging to test people's thinking and self-awareness.

When Alan heard Professor Dumbledore's words, he thought for a moment and asked his biggest question tonight: "Professor, why did I hit Voldemort but it didn't have the slightest effect on him?"

Dumbledore cupped his eyes, his face becoming serious. "I haven't witnessed your fight, but I have some suspicions. First of all, although Voldemort is weak enough to parasitize Professor Quirrell's body, his magic power is not comparable to that of a first-year freshman, even if your magic power is far superior to that of young wizards of the same age. Secondly, Professor Quirrell may have had some defensive magic on the scarf behind his head, and in Voldemort's mind, he wouldn't let himself enter Hogwarts without any protection. In the end, I think the spell you cast may not have hit Voldemort, but he managed to dodge it and hit Professor Quirrell. ”

Alan nodded thoughtfully, no matter what, studying soul magic is a must.

"Kid, is there anything else you'd like to ask?" Professor Dumbledore mischievously picked up a berry and threw it into his mouth.

"I wonder what happened to Professor Quirrell and what kind of punishment he will receive?" Alan was a little curious, Professor Dumbledore didn't take Professor Quirrell with him when they came back just now. What if he wakes up from the spell of stupora and escapes?

"Unfortunately, although Quirrell was awake twice in between, he probably tried to resist occasionally after Voldemort took over his body. Therefore, in the struggle with the incomparably powerful and evil soul in his body, his soul energy has been almost exhausted. Coupled with the protective magic that touched Harry's body, he was already badly burned, and even if Poppy (Madam Pomfrey) tried his best to save him, it was estimated that he would not be able to recover. He was so badly injured and weak that he probably wouldn't wait too long for his whole body to fail and die. Of course, Professor Snape would have rushed over to give him a ride. Alan could hear regret and regret in Professor Dumbledore's tone.

"Professor, you seem to be a little sad!" Alan pointed out this fact. He suddenly wondered what Professor Dumbledore thought of Professor Quirrell. Professor Dumbledore was able to accept Professor Snape, a former Death Eater, and if Professor Quirrell could recover his health, he would also be forgiven! The loss of life always brings countless emotions, and Alan was a little sad to learn about the situation and outcome that Professor Quirrell might face, and to think of the picture of him usually teaching young wizards in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

In fact, Professor Quirrell was indeed a good teacher, and although he was too weak to resist Voldemort's temptation, it was undeniable that he was well versed in the theory of magical defense, and the content taught in the classroom was very solid.

"Professor Quirrell was once a gifted but weak boy," he had been taunted for his shyness and nervousness during his school career. He is unhappy with himself because of this and wants to prove himself. Perhaps this is why he travels around and deliberately exercises his defensive practice skills. The naïve Quirrell probably had the same latent desire as those who felt insignificant or even ridiculous to the whole world. It was because of his talent and hard work that I hired him as your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. It's a shame that if it weren't for Voldemort, he would actually be a very competent professor. Professor Dumbledore said a lot in one breath, and Alan could tell that he was feeling sorry for Quirrell from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing Dumbledore drinking honey lemonade frequently, Alan felt that he should take his leave, but he still had a small doubt. "Professor, why is it that when we pass through the giant chessboard array, the pieces are all intact and never seem to have experienced any fighting?

"Alan, have you ever played wizarding chess?" Ellen shook his head, and Dumbledore said with a smile, "Just like normal wizarding chess, Professor McGonagall's Giant Chessboard Town will automatically revert to its original state after completing a game. Professor McGonagall is truly a capable and creative professor. Her giant chessboard array is powerful and cleverly laid out. It's not easy to win!"

"That little friend of yours, Ron, is a clever man, and he was able to break Professor McGonagall's chessboard and prove that he is a very good chess player. Taking another sip of his drink, Professor Dumbledore reluctantly put down his fork and glass.

Alan immediately understood and said goodbye very clearly. Hurrying back to the Ravenclaw dormitory, Alan looked at Edward, who had fallen asleep, and sleepiness and tiredness spread throughout his body. He didn't have the heart to sort out today's gains and feelings, and he fell into a deep sleep.

What Alan didn't know was that shortly after he left, Professor Dumbledore changed into pajamas with a big red azalea pattern, and in the Headmaster's room, he expressed his opinion on the portraits of the previous Headmasters, "What a smart boy, very talented." But he is kind-hearted, has a bottom line in his behavior, knows how to advance and retreat, and knows how to measure. He didn't even ask us what we were going to do with the Philosopher's Stone. ”

With a disdainful smile, Phineas Nigelus said, "You once said that man was the smartest and most gifted student you have ever met. Now that another student has received a similar evaluation from you, I am suddenly deeply worried about the wizarding world!"

"As Alan said, he is who he is, experiences and emotions are unique, and not anyone would choose darkness. I can see that in addition to his clever brain, outstanding talent, heroic spirit, and soft heart. Like friendship with Harry, regret for Quirrell. The softness of his heart is wider than the sea, more boundless than the sky, and more comfortable than the clouds, and I am optimistic about his future. ”

Alan was already asleep, unaware of Professor Dumbledore's evaluation of him, let alone that he had become a model of a good student in Professor Dumbledore's mind.

Perhaps too tired, in an uncontrollable dream, he lost his magic and had an extremely strange experience.

He dreamed that he had become a Muggle, holding a small baby boy and playing in a playground of unknown era.

In a big Super Bowl, he slid into the bottomless abyss with the boy in his arms, and was instantly on a spiraling conveyor belt. A huge iron pincer clamped his skull, and as the upward conveyor belt tightened, Alan fell into a deep fear that his skull would be blown up.

Suddenly, with a burst of relief on his head, he was on a huge rooftop with a tubular passage underneath him, and a transparent and soft hood on his head. And on this huge rooftop, there are many people like him, looking around in horror. Alan suddenly remembered that on the conveyor belt, the baby boy in his arms was gone!