The next afternoon, Zhang Feng and the others went to the school hospital to visit Harry and Ron, who were lying here.

When they opened the door to the school hospital, Dumbledore happened to be there. No sooner had they greeted Dumbledore than Harry began to wave his hands in the air. He grabbed his glasses and opened them.

The smiling face of Albus Dumbledore appeared in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Harry. Dumbledore said.

Harry swallowed and looked around. He realized he was in the hospital. He lay on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linen sheets, and the table next to him was piled up like a hill, and it seemed as if half of the candy store had been moved here. Brother and sister Zhang Feng and Hermione looked at him with a smile.

"It's all a gift from your friends and admirers. Dumbledore said with a smile, "Everything that happened between you and Professor Quirrell in the dungeon is a complete secret, and the secret always spreads, so of course, all the teachers and students in the school know about it." As far as I know, your friends Fred and George Weasley would have given you a toilet seat. They undoubtedly wanted to amuse you, but Madam Pomfrey didn't think it was hygienic and confiscated it. ”

"Is Professor Quirrell alright?"

"I think after all these things, he had to leave us, but I think when we needed him, he stepped up, you know, he used to be part of the wise Ravenclaw. ”

"How long have I been here?"

"One day. ”

"Sir, the Philosopher's Stone—"

"Alright, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell was not able to take it out of our hands. It's always hidden in the Mirror of Eris you've ever seen, and only those who want it but don't use it can get it. ”

"The wind used to tell me about it, and I never took it out there. ”

"The wind wanted to borrow the Philosopher's Stone for research, and I agreed. ”

"But your friend—Nicolame—"

"Oh, you know Nicol?" Dumbledore asked, his tone glad, "You made this clear, didn't you? That's right, Nicol and I talked, and we thought it was best to destroy it." But the wind gave us another option. ”

"But, in that case, he and his wife are going to die, aren't they?"

"No, one is that they have some elixirs, and the other is that the wind is not trying to destroy the Philosopher's Stone, but to use it for research, Nick and I are too old, you young people can study more from it. ”

Seeing the stunned look on Harry's face, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

"I know it may seem strange to someone of your age, but for us, the only thing that can make us feel more comfortable before death is your growth. Death is actually like finally going to bed after a long day. And, for the most sober-minded, death is just another great adventure. You know, the Philosopher's Stone isn't really that much of a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want to have, how long you want to live, you can get what you want! These are the things that humans want most -- the problem is that humans like to choose the things that are least beneficial to them. So I wanted the wind to find a new use for it. ”

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.

'Sir,'" said Harry, "I've been thinking about sir—though the Philosopher's Stone is gone, Voldemort I mean, 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. ”

"Yes, sir. Well, Voldemort would have tried to make a comeback in some other way, wouldn't he? I mean, he's not gone, is he?"

"Yes, Harry, he's not gone. He wasn't really alive, so he couldn't have been killed. He was so concerned with slipping away that Quirrell didn't care about life or death, and he was as ruthless to his enemies as he was to his followers. But, Harry, you delay him so that he can't regain his strength right away, and he needs more time to be fully prepared to fight him to the death—but if he is delayed again and again, he may never be able to regain his strength. Time is running out now, and I think your friends still need to talk to you. ”

"Mr. Zhang Feng, I think Harry still needs to rest, don't talk too long. I'll go first!" Dumbledore finished talking to Harry, nodded to Zhang Feng and left.