Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

The sun was shining on the Scottish lawn, and every drop of dew or the right angle of the leaves reflected white light in the sun, reflecting the clear blue sky at the funeral.

Harry turned down the speech.This is the second time.Professor Flitwick had asked him a few weeks earlier in May to give Harry time to prepare the lecture before it became necessary; Harry had also declined at that time.

So the speech fell to a sixth-year Gryffindor, Oliver Habeka.He has the fourth-ranked Chilo points among all students, and was once a general of an army.The tall 1-year-old was not particularly handsome in his dark robes; instead of a red tie, he wore the purple tie that Professor Quirrell sometimes favors.

The speech, in this case, is impromptu.The eulogy written in advance was discarded; Oliver Habeka held a piece of parchment in his left hand, but he was not looking at it at all.

"Professor Quirrell is very ill," said the tall boy, and his trembling voice silenced the students, broken occasionally by stifled sobs. "I think if Professor Quirrell can fight at his peak, You-Know-Who can't beat him easily, maybe not at all. They say David Monroe was the only one You-Know-Who was ever afraid of when he was at his peak. Man. But," Oliver said hoarsely, "Professor Quirrell wasn't at his peak. He was so ill that he couldn't walk alone. And he went to see the Dark Lord, alone."

There was a pause, and the students cried for a while.

Oliver wiped away tears on his sleeve and spoke again. "We don't know exactly what happened," said Oliver. "I imagine the Dark Lord laughed at him. Maybe made fun of him, challenged him when he couldn't stand up. Well, he's not funny now, is he?" .”

The students nodded violently; all the students in Harry's field of vision were nodding, from Gryffindors to Slytherins.

"Maybe the Dark Lord knows a way to heal Professor Quirrell, after all, the You-Know-Who did come back from the dead. Maybe he suggested that if Professor Quirrell would submit to him, he would let Professor Quirrell live. Professor Quirrell laughed smiled, and told the Dark Lord that it was time for them to play a game called Who Is the Most Dangerous Wizard in the World."

If you don't know, don't just make up stories like that.But Harry didn't say anything.The Dark Lord might indeed have said so, and Professor Quirrell might indeed have replied.

"They didn't tell us everything," Oliver said, "but we can take a guess at what happened next. We all know that Hermione Granger, one of the professor's best students, Killed by the troll, this must be the work of the Dark Lord, just like he fabricated false evidence to frame her for using the blood cooling spell. Professor Quirrell knew that the Dark Lord was behind all this, so he stole Miss Granger's body, store it, keep it—”

Can't blame him for thinking that way.

"Professor Quirrell then went to meet the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord killed Professor Quirrell. Hermione Granger came back to life. They said she came back to life intact and perhaps gained something. When the Dark Lord tried As he tried to grab her, the only thing left was the charred robes and two hands around Miss Granger's throat. It was as if Harry Potter had been protected by his mother's love and sacrifice, oddly enough. Professor Lowe volunteered to come forward, alone, to face the Dark Lord, who must have done the same, recalling Hermione Granger's soul from, from where she used to be, somewhere—" Oliver's voice Broken.

"It's not just that," said Harry from the front row, his voice hoarse.He had to say something at this moment, before things got out of control, if not already out of control. "David Monroe is a powerful wizard, more powerful than anyone has ever known but me and him. I don't think you can bring anyone back from the dead by sacrificing yourself. Who You shouldn't even try that."

Such a beautiful story.It should have come true.It should have come true.

"I don't know much about the man behind the professorship," Oliver Habeka said, reining in himself again. "I know that David Monroe was not a happy man. He never managed to cast the Patronus Charm. "

Tears pooled in Harry's eyes again.It's not right, it's not fair, Voldemort killed so many people, he should have died with his followers, he didn't deserve special treatment.But it's not just because of Harry's weakness, but also because of the Horcruxes, Voldemort can't be killed completely.So Harry can admit that he's glad, he's glad that Professor Quirrell hasn't completely disappeared...

"But I, know," said Oliver, with tears streaming down his cheeks, "Professor Quirrell, wherever he is, is, now, happy."

On Harry's left hand, a small emerald glistened in the morning sun.

Not heaven, not on some distant star, not somewhere different but better, I'll teach you, someday I'll teach you what happiness is—

The tall boy glanced at the parchment he was holding in his other hand, looking at it for the first time. "Professor Quirrell," said Oliver, his voice now more vehement and quicker, "is the best professor of combat magic at Hogwarts, no one can hold a candle to him. Salazar Slytherin is no match for him as a teacher." Half, whatever spells he knows. Professor Quirrell told us at the beginning of this year that what he taught us will always be a solid foundation for our defenses. It is, and always will be. Next year we will Teach it to new students, no matter who our professors are. Older students will teach younger students. That's the solution to the curse of the professorship of Defense. We're not going to sit around and wait for the authorities to teach us. We will also ensure that Professor Quirrell's teachings are never lost at Hogwarts."

Harry looked towards where Professor McGonagall—no, Headmaster McGonagall—sat, and saw the Headmaster nodding silently, sadly, solemnly and proudly.

"They haven't let us see Miss Granger yet," said Oliver, his voice trembling. "The girl who came back from the dead. But every time I see her, I always think of the Defense Professor. Everything he sacrificed She lives on in her, just as his teachings will live on in us." Oliver glanced at where Harry was sitting, then looked down at the parchment again, "So, to Professor Quirrell, the most outstanding man ever Slytherin, role model to all Slytherins! Three cheers to him!"

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

In Harry's field of vision, not a single student remained silent.

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[1] HPMOR fans messed in.