"Good afternoon, Harry." Dumbledore said.

Harry stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered, "Sir! Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell! He's got the Philosopher's Stone! Sir, hurry-"

"Don't get excited, dear child, these words are a bit outdated," said Dumbledore, "Quirrell didn't get the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"So who got it? Sir, I-"

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

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.

"It's all a gift from your friends and admirers." Dumbledore said with a smile, "What happened to you and Professor Quirrell in that classroom was a complete secret, and the secret always spreads......

Therefore, the whole school teachers and students naturally know everything. As far as I know, your friends Fred and George Weasley would have wanted to give you a toilet seat. They undoubtedly wanted to amuse you, but Madam Pomfrey found it unhygienic and confiscated it. ”

"How long have I been here?"

"Three days. Mr. Ron Weasley and Miss Granger would have been relieved to know that you had woken up. They've been worried. ”

"But sir, the Philosopher's Stone—"

"I can't seem to distract you. Well, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell was unable to snatch it out of your hands, and I arrived just in time to stop him. But I must say that you can handle it very well alone. ”

"You're there? Did you receive a letter from Hermione Owl? ”

"Me and the owl obviously missed in the air. As soon as I arrived in London, I realized that I should go back to where I had just left. I arrived just in time to stop them. ”

"It turned out to be you. And what about Quirrell and Voldemort?! ”

"Ahh They, they fell out, and no one ended well. Like that quote from Gringotts, do you remember? ”

"A wealth that never belonged to you...... Beware that it is not a treasure that is invited, but a bad retribution. ”

Dumbledore laughed, "Yes, Harry, they've had bad retribution. I'm glad I came at the right time. ”

"It's almost too late, I can't hold on for long, and the Philosopher's Stone will soon be snatched by him-"

"It's not the Philosopher's Stone, kid, I mean you - you almost lost your life trying to protect the Philosopher's Stone. In that terrible moment, I was terrified and thought you were really dead. As for the Philosopher's Stone, it's already destroyed. ”

"Ruined?" Harry asked, puzzled, "But your friend, Nicol Lemay—"

"Oh, you know Nicol?" Dumbledore asked, his tone looking pleased, "You made this clear, didn't you?" Well, Nicol and I talked about it, and we agreed that it was the best thing to do. ”

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

"They've got some elixir in stock, enough for them to get things in order. And then, yes, they're going to die. ”

Seeing the look of astonishment on Harry's face, Dumbledore smiled. "It's normal to die, Harry. Each of us will face death one day. ”

Harry nodded, but quickly stopped, as it gave him a headache. Then he said, "Sir, 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 sighed, "is a beautiful and terrible thing that requires extreme caution......

After that, Harry and Dumbledore talked for a while, and they talked about the origin of the Invisibility Cloak, and talked about Snape's feud with Jaime......

Dumbledore stood up and patted his knee. "Okay, okay, today's chat is pretty much over." Then he looked out the door, as if through the wall.

"Your friends are here and they've been worried about you! You should meet with them. With that, he looked at Madam Pomfrey, who was mixing the medicine on the side.

"Bobby, let them in and meet Harry!"

"No, Headmaster, it's not just Harry's sick number." Madam Pomfrey frowned and hesitated.

Harry looked around and saw no one else.

Dumbledore was sure. "Don't worry! Rest assured! I'm sure they'll be measured and won't bother anyone else. And you see, I've already told Harry I'm going to let his friends come in and see him. He gave another pleading look.

"Okay then, but only five minutes." Saying that, she reluctantly put down the work in her hand, she really doesn't like to have irrelevant people to disturb the patient's rest, but it is human nature to visit the patient.

Thinking about it, she opened the door and saw three people waiting outside.

"Come in, kids, it's only five minutes. And if you dare to shout loudly, the time will be reduced at any time. ”

The three of them didn't dare to speak loudly, and Jane stepped in first, looking eagerly at Harry.

"Harry, are you alright!"

Harry laughed happily when he saw Ron, Hermione, and Jane coming in, but Madam Pomfrey didn't dare to speak loudly.

The four of them chatted passionately, and as Harry saw Dumbledore walking towards a cubicle separated by a white cloth.

Who is it?

"Professor McGonagall said it's good that Lind is gone, and I want to go home as soon as possible." Ron said

"Gone? Why did he go first? Harry had just woken up, and he didn't know what had happened.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall said he had something going on at home, and then she took a leave of absence and left first." Ron said with a look of pity.

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Dumbledore walked into the cubicle, and with a flick of his fingertips, an invisible barrier suddenly enveloped the cubicle.

Silent

Dumbledore looked at the man in front of him, his face was pale, and the exposed wrists of his cheeks and cuffs indicated that the man in front of him was in an unhealthy state of emaciation.

He sat on the bed in a hospital gown, his pillow cushioned by his waist.

Dumbledore walked in as if it didn't interfere with the bird he was looking out the window.

"Linde, how do you feel!"

Linde turned his head, but there was still no expression on his face, but his eyebrows twitched, indicating that his mood was not as calm as it seemed.

"Did you erase his memory?!" He tilted his head and looked in Harry's direction.

"Yes, if you remember what happened, you can understand why I did it."

As he spoke, he looked at Linde with an inquiring look.

"Do you remember?"

Linde nodded, "Of course."

But I don't really understand why you don't erase my memory, I see it too, don't I? And why tell them I'm out of school! ”

Dumbledore didn't answer his question, but looked at the bird outside the window and spoke slowly:

"Linde, you're a mature child, and if I may, I'd like to know a little bit about your current situation. This will also be beneficial for the rest of our conversation. ”

Linde thought for a moment and sorted out the wording. There is an inexplicable color in his eyes.

"When He possessed me, I also got a glimpse of some of His messages.

His name is a strange pronunciation, roughly pronounced if read in English

- Cthulhu Fortan"