The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(The book continues from Chapter 62, and Chapter 63 is an interlude)

Hermione sat on the small table where the potions were originally placed, frowning. She felt Cyrus' sadness and guilt, and was a little overwhelmed

At this time, the space in the room twisted for a while, and with the sound of "Bo", Dumbledore got out of the twisted space, with a worried look on his face

"Miss Granger?"

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione was a little surprised, and immediately ran forward, "Professor, Cyrus, Quirrell, and Harry are in trouble..."

"I know, Hagrid told me through an urgent letter." Dumbledore slid his wand towards the door, the flame disappeared instantly, and strode in, "Let's go..."

Hermione followed into the door, and saw Cyrus kneeling on the ground, hugging someone, and she knew it was Professor Quirrell through the dark reddish-brown clothes

Beside him was Harry lying on the side, just fainted, Harry's pain was eased a lot, and he was lying on the ground breathing smoothly.

"Cyrus!" She hurried forward and hugged him out of worry,

And Cyrus just sobbed silently, guilt and sadness filled his heart, and when Hermione hugged him, he still couldn't help it

He is still a mortal after all, "Wow!" cried, the girl sat beside him, holding his head in her arms, stroking the other's blond hair and face

Tears soaked her collar, and Cyrus buried his face in the girl's neck and was hugged by her

Hermione patted his back lightly, rubbing her other hand against him.

"It's okay...don't cry..."

How long has he not cried?The first time was to witness the death of a friend in the war, and then to witness the death of Gu Yi and Anakin. Every time there was one less person around him, his heart felt like being whipped with a whip

That's right...can't cry anymore, this is Quirrell's last request, Cyrus raised his head, the moist eye sockets made him a little dazed, and the firelight in the basement was blurred by tears.

In fact, Dumbledore had already come. When Voldemort came out, he was ready to show up to protect Cyrus and Harry. Dumbledore looked down at Cyrus

Unexpectedly, the half-length giant made of flames frightened it away with a sword that hit the soul directly.

Cyrus...Cyrus~ I don't know how many surprises there are, he sighed slightly, even after listening to the poetic words, the magic power in his body was a little boiling and jumping for joy

Then he turned his gaze and looked at Quirinus Quirrell, who was so dry and cracked that he was inhuman, and the traces of blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes were so eye-catching

It's not that he didn't save Quirrell, but he was powerless, and there was no way to break the parasitic relationship without Voldemort's knowledge.

But I have to admit that in the face of Quirrell's behavior, he and Voldemort did lose, and Quirrell proved it with his life.

Before Harry and the others grow up, the wizarding world simply cannot withstand another attack from Voldemort. If not, Dumbledore would use the Sorcerer's Stone to help Quirrell who has not fallen into darkness

Dumbledore twirled his beard and sighed a little. Everyone said he was the White Devil, but at least he didn't bother to count a poor man and a child

If it weren't for the wizarding world, what if he used the Sorcerer's Stone to help Quirrell escape Voldemort's control?It's just a Philosopher's Stone...

Dumbledore can afford it

But Voldemort never expected that Quirrell, who had been parasitized by it for a year, would turn his back on him in the end. Perhaps...without Cyrus and the others, Quirrell would really have completely fallen into darkness, right?

The blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses are a little sad, and Quirrell is innocent. He never thought that Quirrell would bump into Voldemort while traveling.

"It's Voldemort... right?" Cyrus held Quirrell's body, looked up, and a pair of determined blue eyes met another pair of wise blue eyes

"Yeah... Voldemort..." Dumbledore sighed, "You can pronounce his name... I'm a little surprised? You know... people in the wizarding world are always afraid of his name ...normal"

"He ran away, right?" Cyrus stood up and pulled out the enemy's fencing sword stuck in the ground, the smooth silver blade reflected Cyrus' face

"V...it's him?" Hermione couldn't believe it, "But isn't it said in the book that he's dead?"

"Professor Binns also said that the wizarding world has no history"

He turned around and walked to the magic mirror. The picture was still the same as before, but there was a figure beside the fireplace. That figure sat cross-legged in front of the fire, buried in a book, and this time he didn't wear a turban again.

What about Binns...Dumbledore didn't expect Professor Binns to tell Cyrus the real history beyond the book

"Yes, yes, Voldemort never died..." Dumbledore hugged Harry, slowly stroking the hot scar on his forehead with his old fingers

"Why...didn't all those Death Eaters be executed?" Cyrus has already designated Voldemort as an extreme terrorist, and the villains he has killed are as countless as the bread he has eaten.

"Malfoy, Lestrange and other families can avoid execution just because of a simple sentence of 'I'm under control', but what about those who were hurt?"

Cyrus looked at Quirrell, slowly put down his hood, and fought, making him more closely connected with his wand

Hermione carefully arranged the wizard's robe for Quirrell, Voldemort... She had never seen such a majestic Cyrus, it seemed that he was really that person.

He spoke calmly, looking a bit calm and pretentious.

"Alas~" Dumbledore hugged Harry, led the two of them and the smiling Quirrell out of the basement, put Harry on the bed in the school infirmary, and placed Quirrell in an empty space on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. on the ground

After deliberating for a long time, with his hands behind his back, he looked up at the clear starry sky and said, "Most pure-blood families... they... um... have all kinds of rights and materials in the magic world, and some even Sengamo"

His heart is a bit complicated, he doesn't know whether what he said is good or bad, maybe even if he doesn't say it, Cyrus will understand later

Thinking of this, Dumbledore decided to speak out, answered Cyrus' question, revealed the darkness hidden under the fairy tale, and at the same time warned himself that he must guide the two wizards correctly.

"The Wizengamot is actually not as powerful as the British Ministry of Magic. You can understand it as... the International Union of Wizards"

Hermione was a little angry when she heard these words. Of course, Professor Binns did not know as well as Professor Dumbledore. Now she finally knows why the Mysterious Man and its Death Eaters are so frightening

Angry and brutal, supporters as fearsome as the man were able to get away with it after You-Know-Who was defeated.

All the terrorists should be wiped out, Cyrus felt Quirrell's soul returned to the universe, Voldemort?He remembered the name as it remembered itself

Hermione felt hopelessly sad about this wizarding world, and had only one thought in her mind: overthrow, overthrow this decadent feudal system, and let history speed up

Fortunately, Dumbledore would not easily use Dementia on people. If he knew what she was thinking, he would probably start to be on guard immediately.

"Cyrus, this is for you." The breeze blew, and Quirrell's ashes-like body was blown away. Dumbledore lamented the loss of life, and took out a red stone from his pocket.

"If it weren't for the fact that the current wizarding world can't withstand Voldemort's devastation, I might give Quirrell the Philosopher's Stone, so that Voldemort can have a body and separate from him..."

"The original test was just to test his true thoughts." He touched the sad boy in front of him, "but I didn't expect him to make another choice... You are his student, so I will give you the Philosopher's Stone."

"But...professor, this belongs to Nick Flamel"

"He was tired of eternal life, tired of the world's competition for the Philosopher's Stone, and chose to die with his wife"

The red stone was stuffed into Cyrus' palm, and he felt the warmth and smoothness in it. Hermione looked curiously at the legendary Philosopher's Stone, which represents wealth and eternal life.

Hermione and Cyrus looked at each other, and finally Cyrus sent Dumbledore back, "We are not interested in these...professor...let it go to the grave with the original owner"

Dumbledore's wand looks very old, with fine lines on it, and at the same time, there will be a bony protrusion every other section. Dumbledore pointed it at the Sorcerer's Stone,

A blue flame burst out and burned around the Philosopher's Stone for a long time, until finally the stone split in two.

"You don't need it, I don't need it, and my old friend doesn't need it, so let it be like this..." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully, without any psychological pressure, since it wasn't his own anyway.

Hermione quietly took Cyrus' little hand, put her fingers into the other's, and said to the professor whose back was facing them: "Professor Dumbledore, we only want people to know the truth."

Truth...truth?Dumbledore nodded, liking these two students more and more. They are talented, kind-hearted, and not greedy. After thinking about it, he suddenly thought of his successor plan

"I'll explain it to Harry and the others, Quirrell... Quirrell..."

The two bowed slightly to the professor and walked towards the castle. They were in a mess and planned to go to the Room of Requirement later.

Dumbledore stood for a long time, put away the clothes of the outstanding students of Hogwarts, and left

Cyrus?It seems to be very suitable for his succession plan, more suitable than Harry; Hermione?The kid seems more interested in the wizarding world, hopefully not in the footsteps of an old friend of his

The ashes of Quirrell were carried by the breeze, drifted through the Forbidden Forest, the castle and the Black Lake, and drifted to every corner of the world

Dumbledore was walking on the path alone, and his sigh was a little far away...

.........

"He's a bit sad"

"It's like a kid who doesn't grow up, isn't it? I brought him from so small to so big, and his personality always remains the same"

"But isn't it a good thing?"

"Yeah...sometimes I envy his character too"

"But I don't want to see him like this, I was very sad when he died"

"We have nothing to teach, he learned the Force, poetry and martial arts, but there are some things we can't teach"

"Responsibility and love, I have always regretted it, maybe I shouldn't tie him to the seat"

"Of course you are wrong! You look young but are actually an old fool, what if he goes wrong!"

"He won't, I believe in him, I have believed in him for 152 years"

"So can I have some honey tea? I like your tea."

"Ha~ thank you"