I don't know what it's like to be in a coma.

Gretel felt as if he had drowned, the darkness of the deep sea enveloping his consciousness.

But in this darkness of nothingness, there are annoying things chattering into his ears.

Gretel swore that if it weren't for the darkness that sealed his hands and feet, he would have given this nagging creature a taste of his awesomeness.

"Albus, this kid, forget it, I want to ask, when do you think little Gretel will wake up."

Professor Flitwick stepped on a chair and leaned over to observe the unconscious Gretel.

He was a little afraid, who would have thought that the mysterious man would attack a first-year wizard while fleeing for his life.

Dumbledore pushed the frame that had slipped down the bridge of his nose and weighed, "Don't worry, Felius, the castle told me that this kid is not in danger of life." ”

Flitwick straightened up and looked at Dumbledore solemnly, "Albus, did you already know that the mysterious man was possessed by Quirrell.

I now understand that if you really need to protect the Philosopher's Stone, you can't just rely on those few levels that are not very difficult.

So, everything you're doing is setting a trap for that person. ”

"Yes, I know he infiltrated Hogwarts, and I spotted him the second time I saw Quirrell."

"Then how dare you let him in? There are so many little wizards here, what if he goes on a killing spree, don't you know what kind of person he is? ”

Truth be told, Dumbledore had never seen Flitwick so angry, and he had the impression that Flitwick would always be smiling.

"Philius, he's back, we need to find his weaknesses as soon as possible before he can regain his strength, and you don't want the wizarding world to go back to that time when the Death Eaters were overshadowed.

This may be the only chance in this life to study him up close, and if we miss it, we may never find a way to eliminate him.

I kept my eyes on him, and he didn't have a chance to hurt anyone right under my nose," Dumbledore's eyes were filled with determination.

"It turns out we've found it, haven't we?"

Dumbledore's eyes looked at Harry, who was about to be buried in the hospital bed on the other side.

"I've seen with my own eyes that when Voldemort grabbed Harry with Quirrell's body, he was in as much pain as Harry, no, he should have been in more pain than Harry."

Flitwick's anger did not diminish much because of Dumbledore's explanation, and he believed that as long as they were at Hogwarts, the professors had an obligation to protect every young wizard.

Instead of risking a little wizard like now, even for the sake of the future.

Of course, what he couldn't accept in particular was that Glitter was also attacked.

If he had known that Quirrell was behind the mysterious man, he would never have agreed to allow Glitter to go to Quirrell's side for advice, even with Dumbledore's assurance.

Dumbledore never told him that Grett had become a spy for the mysterious man.

"Yes, there will be no accidents right under your nose. But weren't you still transferred away by a letter?

See for yourself, here, there are two wizards, two young wizards who have just entered the school.

Aren't you afraid that the news will get out that the school board members will impeach you as president?

You know, they didn't want you to cover the sky at Hogwarts for a long time. ”

"Albus, you've changed."

Flitwick didn't say anything more, jumped out of his chair a little lonely, and left without saying a word.

Dumbledore stood still, looking at the two beds in front of him, and only let out a long sigh after a long time.

——

Gretel was glad that the first thing he saw when he opened it was the whiteness of the infirmary.

Not an imaginary coffin or a prison cell.

I sat up and saw that there were many bouquets of flowers, fruits, and other gifts for the sick at the head of my bed.

On the other hospital bed, a few steps away, lay a pale-faced Harry, who was almost buried with all kinds of gifts.

"It seems that the story of the savior has been circulated." Gretel thought to herself.

Just as he was about to get out of bed, Madam Pomfrey walked in.

"My Merlin, lie down, you haven't been examined and can't get out of bed."

Ms. Pomfrey had always cared so much about her patients that over the course of the semester, Gretel had heard about it many times, and it was the first time she had seen it in person.

He had also heard that Ms. Pomfrey forbade anyone to disturb the sick or she would kick out the visitors.

It was not long before Gretel became aware of Madam Pomfrey's unwelcome of visitors.

Through the door, Glitter hears Terry's flattery of Miss Pomfrey in order to get a few minutes of visitation.

"Look, I'll just say you can come in."

Terry slammed the door and boasted to Penelope.

When they entered, Gretel was leaning against the bedside reading his notes.

Terry was pleasantly surprised to see Gretel wake up, "Merlin, did you know that you picked up a life from the Dark Lord?" ”

Glitter gave him a roll of his eyes angrily, and said in his heart, you must know that you are the one who picked up a life from the hands of the Dark Lord.

God knows how panicked Gretel when he saw Voldemort casting a spell on his roommate.

He was eighty percent sure that Voldemort wouldn't kill him, but he wasn't so sure that Voldemort wouldn't do anything to his roommate.

From Terry's chattering mouth, Glitter knew what had happened after he fell unconscious.

The professors rushed to the tower en masse, saw that the entire dormitory was silent, and thought that something terrible had happened.

Luckily, Dean Flitwick sensed that they had been caught in a coma spell, and one ended up waking them all up.

Gretel's condition was not very good at that time, and he had a high fever, as if he was about to burn.

It took an overnight trip to Ms. Pomfrey to stabilize the situation.

"Everyone speculates that Voldemort is afraid that you will grow up, so he came to kill him, but fortunately the professors came in time."

Glitter wanted to say that Terry was thinking too much, and Voldemort was not only not afraid of me growing up, but also expected me to grow up quickly.

Because his panel has told him plainly.

In the talent column, there is clearly one more entry.

[Gift: A gift of the soul from another powerful wizard, along with the growth of magic, liberate the sealed knowledge, of course, the gift of fate often contains its price, and your whereabouts will no longer be a secret to the giver. 】

In order to solve the GPS given by Professor Tom, Glitter feels that he needs to find his parents again.

With Ms. Pomfrey's permission, Glitter rushed to the principal's office.

……

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Head Flitwick, that's the way it is."

Glitter recounted everything that had happened before he fell unconscious, and then looked at the two professors in front of him with innocent eyes.

It turns out that black magic is really not something that anyone can play.

The two of them tossed for a long time, and finally came to the unanimous conclusion that this was quite advanced soul magic, and no one could lift it unless Voldemort himself wanted to.

Just when the two of them were at a loss, Dumbledore seemed to think of something.

"Gretel, do you remember the Christmas present I gave you?"

"The key you said I decrypted to have a surprise?"

"yes, that's it."

The two of them seemed to be playing dumb riddles, only Professor Flitwick looked puzzled.

"Of course, I've always had it with me, but I haven't had time to study it yet."

Glitter pulled out the golden openwork key from his bag and placed it on the table in front of him.