The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Harry sank in the dark, sinking...sinking...suddenly, feeling the icy cold water and the pain

At this time, he heard a singing voice, which made him feel the surge in his heart, it was Cyrus!Only the poetry of Cyrus has such magic

The red light carried him up in the dark water, when he saw a golden thing, is it the golden snitch?He opened his hand to catch him, but he heard a voice representing safety

"Oh~ Harry, these are my favorite glasses, I will be very distressed if you break them"

He blinked hard, it was Professor Dumbledore, he was sitting by Harry's bed eating candy, Harry's bedside table was full of all kinds of candy, enough for him to go to Hogwarts went up and sold

"I came here without breakfast, don't you mind if I eat some of your candy?" Dumbledore peeled off another chocolate frog, and immediately stuffed it into his mouth as soon as he unwrapped it, "These are all yours." from friends and admirers”

"Professor... Quirrell and... You-Know-Who!" Harry recalled something, "The Philosopher's Stone..."

"Relax, Harry, keep your voice down, or I, the headmaster, will be disgraced if Madam Pomfrey kicks him out." Dumbledore helped him up, rubbed his head, and smiled kindly

"Voldemort didn't get the Sorcerer's Stone"

"No? That's great." Harry habitually fumbled for the pocket, and later found himself lying on a hospital bed in the school infirmary. "Then where did it go?"

"I gave it to Cyrus and Hermione"

"That's great, as long as you don't fall to the ground...I mean 'that person' can get it." Harry leaned on the soft pillow, and it might be good to give Cyrus and them, after all, they helped him a lot

Dumbledore turned his head when he heard his answer, and found that there was relief and emotion in Harry's eyes, which made him nod his head with a smile, so he stopped teasing him

"Just call him Voldemort, Harry, you have to call everything accurately, the fear of the name will make you have a sense of fear of itself, of course, just don't say it around close people, except for me haha "

"About the Sorcerer's Stone, Cyrus and the others don't need it, neither do I, nor does Nicolas, so we destroyed it last night"

"Destroyed? Why... I mean, Professor, why don't you need it?" Harry was puzzled

"Harry~ The Philosopher's Stone can indeed give people the functions of immortality and turning stones into gold to a certain extent, but these all require a price... There is nothing in this world that can be obtained without a price"

Harry thought about it carefully, although he didn't quite understand what he heard, but since Professor Dumbledore said it, he shouldn't be wrong... Then he started to get upset again

"Professor, I don't understand...Why Quirrell looks like..." He carefully recalled the fight last night, and found that Quirrell didn't intend to hurt him, and he even untied the rope that bound him at the end

Looking down at his hands again, "I killed Professor Quirrell... right? I never thought of doing this..."

In order not to make Harry feel depressed again, Dumbledore fed him a chocolate candy and said, "It's not your fault, boy, Quirrell really didn't want to hurt you. If he wants to kill you, he can find him." Get rid of you in a place where no one is around"

He wiped his fingers, "Voldemort controlled him... Harry, to be precise, it was Quirrell who used you to defeat him"

"But I hurt an innocent man...professor"

"Harry, I'm glad you think so, but don't take all the blame on yourself, this is Quirrell's victory, you should be happy for him"

Dumbledore pulled up the slipped quilt, fearing that Harry, whose clothes were a little thinner, would catch a cold, the boy held the professor's wrist

"Is it dead? If it escapes, will it come back?"

"Yes, it did not go away. It will still be wandering in an unknown place, looking for the next body... It is not alive, so it cannot really be killed. Of course, if Voldemort can be blocked once, there will be Second time and third time”

The old man got up and patted the chocolate residue on his clothes, and when he was about to leave, Harry asked him curiously

"But why can't Voldemort touch me?"

"Because of your mother, your mother loves you deeply, that kind of love has turned into powerful magic, combined with ancient magic to form an invisible protection." Dumbledore looked at the students coming and going outside the window with great interest. , "A man full of hatred and viciousness like Voldemort cannot touch a person who is stamped with pure love"

Mother...Harry's tears fell down without disappointment. He didn't cry when he was bullied by Dudley and his dog friend in elementary school. He wiped away the tears secretly

"Can...can you tell me? I never heard about my parents"

Harry's choked voice made Dumbledore a little more sad, and finally left, but before going out, he said:

"I'll ask Hagrid to bring you a little present, you'll like it, your friends are all outside the door, so I won't bother you"

.........

Hermione is accompanying Cyrus to clean up the debris in Professor Quirrell's former office

The boy was sorting out those things that would be forgotten in the future without saying a word.

Forget... What a terrible word, maybe after many years, people will forget that there was once a learned Ravenclaw-born professor who taught them magic and improved spells

But he won't, and Cyrus drew a wand from his bosom, which he had brought back last night - alder, unicorn hair, nine inches, more pliable

This represents the man, a man who dared to swing the knife against the established destiny.

Hermione, who was leaning against the bookshelf, felt sorry for the little boy in front of her. She was younger than her, but she had to experience someone around her being killed by the Dark Lord earlier.

When they returned to the familiar Room of Requirement last night, Cyrus cried in her arms for nearly half an hour.

Putting the alder wand back into his waist, Cyrus, who continued to tidy up the table, found a small book full of pages, he opened it curiously, and took out the stack of papers

There were obvious signs of being torn on the paper, and Cyrus' name was written on the first page, which was his own handwriting!

Cyrus pulls out his notebook, "reparo"

The stack of papers flew to his own book, and they were connected seamlessly. This... This is exactly what was torn off.

He immediately flipped through it, and there were several lines of Qiluo's handwriting on the back of the cover with his name on it. Looking at it, his heart was wrenched, and there was a drop of wetness on the paper

It says:

If you see these lines, remember to use "obliviate" for yourself, delete the conversation with Cyrus

Don't doubt, believe in yourself, only by believing in yourself can you win and be a qualified Ravenclaw.

Quirinus Quirrell

Cyrus understood, understood why Professor Quirrell asked himself if he would forget the curse in the Room of Requirement that night, understood everything, he quickly turned back, and the other torn pages were also many warnings

Including the place where Quirrell was forced to kill the students by Voldemort, Quirrell's research on the soul found his own survival time...

But Cyrus only shed one drop, and it was the last drop. He put the notebook away silently,

Putting away all the spellbooks, travel diaries, and plant specimens that Professor Quirrell made up himself, he looked around, it was a little empty, and the smell of garlic was missing.

The two put the items neatly together, and then used the floating spell to make them float.

Cyrus walked to the window sill, looked at the mountains covered by the mist of the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and thought about something:

Voldemort...you must come back...how can I kill you if you don't come back?

Hermione walked up behind him and hugged him. Since she started boxing when she was a child, she developed Cyrus a little faster, and her arms could just hug him tightly.

"Let's go...shall we go to the auditorium? This semester is over." The girl rested her little head on Cyrus' left shoulder and watched the scenery with him

The tranquility is mixed with the chirping of birds flying outside the window

"Yeah...it's over..."

The small window on the window sill was opened, and he could smell the grass in the morning and the sweat from the girl's tidying up.

Cyrus blushed a little while being held by her like this, and Hermione's body was a little soft due to her development.

After struggling for a few times, I found that I couldn't get rid of it, so I simply gave up.

(There is also a chapter on the ownership of the Academy Cup)