Dumbledore didn't speak, he lowered his head and fell silent.

After thinking for a while, he slowly spoke: "Harry, you are a veritable savior, you have courage and determination. ”

Harry didn't speak, his pupils growing narrower in the dim light.

"There are some things I can't tell you right now......" Dumbledore paused, his tone as gentle as possible.

Harry interrupted him, "Then there's no need to talk about it, Headmaster Dumbledore, good dreams." ”

Without delay, turn around and go.

As Harry pushed open the office door and stepped out on half of his feet.

Dumbledore called out to him, "Wait. ”

"Harry, sit back first and let me think about it."

Harry didn't listen to him, but he didn't continue to leave, half-snuggling in the doorway, looking at Dumbledore from afar.

"I just have a guess, if anyone can kill Voldemort completely, only you can do it." Dumbledore's tone was sincere.

"Don't worry, he won't ...... you"

Harry waved his hand, thoughtful, "Only I can?" ”

"Is it because of this scar?"

Speaking of this, Harry paused, his brow furrowed into a pimple, "No one can survive under the killing curse, except me." ”

"My parents protected me?"

"What kind of spell is it that still works?"

Dumbledore was stunned, and his expression became more complicated.

This reminded him of a man whose eyes were equally different from ordinary people, and also different from ordinary people's acuity.

"Dumbledore." Harry walked back into the room and opened his mouth without adding the word "Headmaster", "You can do what you want me to do." ”

"Voldemort is the enemy who killed my blood relatives."

"If I can do something, I'd be happy, but you have to tell me why, I can't be unclear, I don't know anything, it's like a grudge, a puppet show, and I'm being manipulated."

"I'm not the kind of person who is instigated and complimented by others, and then he gets enthusiastic."

Dumbledore exhaled, "Well, I think you're ready. ”

He beckoned, and Harry sat down.

"During the time when Voldemort was wreaking havoc." Dumbledore spoke slowly, "There is a prophecy that a child born at the end of the seventh month will become Voldemort's mortal enemy, and only one of them will survive. ”

He spoke, scrutinizing Harry for something on his face.

No matter how the prophecy will be fulfilled.

Harry would eventually face Voldemort.

He... Will there still be courage?

Harry became serious: "Neville is also at the end of July, a day before me. ”

Dumbledore's face softened slightly: "Yes, Neville too, there are two children of prophecy, but Voldemort chose you in the end." ”

"Your mother used an ancient spell to protect you."

"Voldemort was enchanted by the spell, and you survived."

As he spoke, Dumbledore paused: "That spell is the greatest emotional power in the world - love." ”

"Your parents poured all their love into you before they died."

"This power will always protect you - although the physical protection will end sooner or later."

Harry understood, "So... Am I a potion of potion against Voldemort? ”

Dumbledore nodded.

Harry played with his wand, "You can't kill him because... Lack of strength, or will he still have a chance to resurrect after killing? ”

"It's the latter." Dumbledore replied shallowly, "But what method he used, I don't know yet. ”

He looked at Harry and added, "Really." ”

Harry was silent.

It reminded him of a kind of monster.

An equal... To a certain extent, a monster that can be resurrected from the dead, the Deer Head Spirit, will randomly curse passers-by in its territory with black magic, and as long as the cursed person does not leave the territory, it can be resurrected again no matter how many times it dies.

"I need you to try to get in touch with him." Seeing that he was silent, Dumbledore continued, "This ancient spell hasn't been there for a long time, and I need to know what kind of effect it has. ”

"Just to protect you..."

"Or like that night, to be able to fight back against his malice towards you."

Harry took a deep breath and stopped thinking about the deerhead.

There is almost no similarity between the magic systems of the two worlds, and the magic that Voldemort can resurrect is hardly the same as the magic of the deerhead.

He picked up the milk and moistened his slightly parched throat: "How likely is it." ”

Dumbledore was stunned, a little dazed: "What? ”

"The possibility that that that ancient spell will work." Harry took the question apart and went into as much detail as he could, "It's possible to fail, isn't it?" ”

"Although the scar has a reaction."

"But I'm sure I don't have any magic in me that doesn't belong to me."

In the witcher world, Triss had done a detailed examination for herself, and if there were, she would have told her a long time ago.

Dumbledore raised his hand, took off his glasses, and set them aside: "The effect of that spell is still there, it hasn't worked, at least magically, you can trust me completely now." ”

"And what about the pay?" Harry weighed it inwardly.

Dumbledore was stunned again, he was puzzled: "Reward? ”

Harry was right, "Of course, if you let me take a risk to do something like this, I can't get nothing. ”

"The Sorting Hat, that's already in your hands." Dumbledore spread his hands.

Harry shook his head, "I have the qualifications to perform the Gryffindor Trials, it's in my hands, and rightfully so." ”

"What do you want?" Dumbledore tilted his head back, his eyes half-squinted, his expression dark.

Harry pursed his lips.

It's a commission, and the witcher never does unpaid tasks.

But he is not short of Galleons.

And on the other side, the greatest white wizard of this century, only collected Galleons, as if entering the treasure mountain and returning empty-handed.

Spells?

At this age, I can't learn any advanced spells at all, besides... A powerful spell doesn't decide anything, it's the brains that are needed most in battle.

"Have you figured it out?" Dumbledore spoke up at the right time.

Harry shook his head, "No, let me think about it again and give you an answer before the end of the semester." ”

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to open his mouth, he immediately added: "It won't be too much, I know how to measure." ”

Dumbledore nodded, smiling slightly, "Of course, Harry, I trust you." ”

Harry rubbed his face, drank the rest of the milk from his glass, and turned away without delay.

Inside the office, there was silence.

Dumbledore sat dumbfounded, glasses in hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Albus, aren't you used to him too much?" A portrait couldn't help but speak, "Bargain with you......"

Dumbledore exhaled, his tone a little tired: "I'm going to trust him." ”

Gryffindor common room.

When Harry had just climbed in.

He was greeted by a deafening cheer.

"The warrior who slaughtered the trolls is back!" Someone raised their arms and shouted.

"Well done!"

George squeezed over to Harry and expertly handed over a glass of Butterbeer, "We heard Ron say that you killed a troll by yourself." ”

"That's something that a lot of sixth-year wizards can't do." Fred chimed in.

The sixth-year wizard, who had obviously been stabbed severely, blushed and argued vigorously and reluctantly, "Is it that I can't do it?" ”

"A new professor every year."

"It's annoying to have to keep up with their teaching ideas every time!"

Harry smirked and responded.

Suddenly, a man complained worriedly, "Potter, I know you're amazing, but you shouldn't be so risky next time." ”

"Hermione is there." Harry replied.

The man frowned, "Ron said it, but she's not worth ......"

"No, she's worth it." Harry interrupted her, "Hermione is also a Gryffindor, and... The reason why she was injured and went to the school infirmary was because she wanted to help me. ”

Ron blinked.

I really want to ask - Harry, are you not going against your heart when you say this?

The man was stunned.

"She's just an eleven-year-old child, it's normal to be immature, and if she makes a mistake, she should be given a chance to make amends, shouldn't she?" Harry asked rhetorically.

The people around them fell silent.

Harry lifted the troll's head in the center of the table and beckoned to Ron, "Let's go, Ron, don't you have anything to tell me?" ”

The two of them made their way to the dormitory.

"Harry, do you know what I saw when I went to the professor?" As soon as he entered the dormitory, and the door was not closed, Ron couldn't wait to shout.

"What?"

Ron took a deep breath and looked serious, "I saw Professor Snape, and he went to the fourth floor—you know, the fourth-floor hallway that the Headmaster said he wasn't allowed to go to. ”

Harry rubbed his head, "So, you put off until I killed all the trolls before bringing the professor because you were following Snape?" ”

Ron was stunned, his expression staggered, and he shrank his head.

But soon he stuck his head out again, baring his teeth and claws: "Harry, you should know what it means!" ”

Harry rummaged through the box and shoved the troll's head inside, "What does that mean?" ”

"The day we first went to Hagrid." Ron excitedly talked, "He said that on the day Gringotts was looted, he went to pick up a package for Headmaster Dumbledore. ”

"It's a precious thing."

"Gringotts didn't lose anything else, that criminal's target must be that thing."

"And that thing is definitely hidden on the fourth floor."

Harry nodded, "Yes, you're smart, you do. ”

Ron smug his head and smug: "That person must be Snape, and I don't know what kind of treasure it will be to make him so ......"

"It's the Philosopher's Stone." Harry interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

Ron was stunned for a moment, his expression frozen: "You know that thing?" ”

"Dumbledore told me." Harry picked up the Sorting Hat and examined it closely, "And it's not Professor Snape who is stealing the Philosopher's Stone, it's Quirrell." ”

"Quirrell?" Ron exclaimed, "How could it be him." ”

"He's so submissive, so cowardly, it must have been Snape's coercion......"

Harry interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "No, there's nothing to do with Professor Snape, just Quirrell, and Headmaster Dumbledore and I have confirmed. ”

Ron was a little disappointed and sighed, "Oh, okay, but what is that Philosopher's Stone?" ”

"I don't know, maybe you can ask Hermione." Harry shook his head, he read expensively, and he almost never looked at things he didn't need now.

Ron had a complicated expression.

Clenched his fist and released it.

Harry didn't continue to talk to Ron, and he didn't say a word about the agreement he made with Dumbledore—this is not something a young wizard should bear.

He poked his sorting hat: "Speak, didn't you say you had something to tell me?" ”

"It's a pain in the shower." The Sorting Hat sighed, "You don't know how rough this Weasley kid is. ”

Ron muttered, "You're so dirty." ”

Harry didn't speak, his eyes sharp.

"Put me on, Harry." The Sorting Hat softened and whispered, "I can only let you know about the trial. ”