Go back in time to a little earlier.
"Damned!"
"The key is flying!"
"Shenfeng Wuying!" "Bones smashed to pieces!"
"All petrified!"
At an earlier moment, Malfoy arrived at the final destination earlier than Quirrell and the Iron Triangle. He walked into the last room and slowly came to the front of the Mirror of Erised.
"The one who doesn't want to get the Philosopher's Stone can really get him." Thinking of this, Malfoy chuckled. Reaching out his hand to touch from his right pocket, a stone appeared in his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm not short of money, and I don't want immortality full of side effects." He thought so, played with the stone a few times, found it meaningless, and put it back in his pocket. "As for you, Voldemort, it must be interesting to witness how deeply the double illusion is, and both the magic mirror and the resurrection stone show the same scene." Another stone was drawn from his pocket.
"This thing is really burnt." Malfoy couldn't help smiling when he looked at the stone.
This is the resurrection stone he picked up from Gaunt's old house last time.
"It should be a unique achievement to see someone resurrected, Voldemort, thank me." Somehow, he put the other stone into the mirror.
The Mirror of Erised can let people who don't want to get the Sorcerer's Stone get the Sorcerer's Stone, so it can naturally let people who don't want to get the Resurrection Stone get the Resurrection Stone. After all, what Voldemort or Quirrell now want is the former.
"It shouldn't feel good to fall from heaven to hell." At this time, Malfoy had already returned to the dormitory, pretending to be serious about studying.
As for Voldemort getting the resurrection stone in his hand, after enjoying a brief hallucination, he returned to reality because the stone was broken. Even if the three holy artifacts can be preserved in this way in the face of Fiendfire, it is already very good, but after someone's tight grip, it is estimated that it will be hard to escape.
As the most powerful dark wizard today, Voldemort naturally has the will to resist hallucinations, but these wills are always limited. Under normal circumstances, he may be intoxicated for more than ten seconds and then wake up, but now he is completely intoxicated. , In just three seconds, the stone shattered. Being awake and being awakened passively would not be the same experience at all. Voldemort, who realized that he had been deceived, was furious.
The power of the resurrection stone seems to be so powerful that even Voldemort's spirit was a little shaken. He found that his remaining magic power was temporarily unable to be used, and it even affected the host Quirrell.
"Quirrell, what did you tell me? There is a Philosopher's Stone here?" The shrill voice was extremely cold, and Voldemort, who had regained his composure, just wanted to vent now, and the current subordinate seemed to be a good choice.
"Master, I don't know. The stone must be on Potter's body. I can find it by killing him." Quirrell said in horror. He couldn't imagine what punishment he would receive. Harry rushed forward, because he also realized that something was wrong with his body now, and he could only choose to fight hand to hand.
Harry had passed out, Quirrell grabbed him by the neck, but there was unbearable pain in his hand, "Master, I can't hold him—my hand—my hand!" Quirrell said in pain Howling, his hands were bright red as if they had been burned by fire.
"Tom, you are back." An old voice suddenly came from around the room.
"Damn it." Voldemort cursed secretly, and then fell silent.
"No, master, don't abandon me! I can still kill Potter!" Quirrell felt that his strength was draining, and that person was breaking away from his body. Quirrell's expression became more and more frightened, He didn't know whether he was afraid that Voldemort would kill him immediately, or whether he was afraid of an endless life in Azkaban in the future.
"Stupid guy, ruin my big business." Voldemort tried his best to adjust his spirit, maybe it was humiliating, but he could only choose to escape, but he would never think that what happened today was done by a person who was extremely loyal in his eyes .
"Dumbledore, just wait, I will be back." In the end, he could only put down a harsh word, and ran away in despair.
Dumbledore didn't try to keep him, or he knew he couldn't stay, or maybe he knew it was meaningless, but behind his glasses, there was a trace of clarity in his cloudy old eyes, and he seemed a little pleasantly surprised.
"I need to have a good talk with that kid." He touched his nose that had been broken several times, and said to himself, now the old man's eyes have become astonishingly sharp.
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There is no difference from the original world line. All the encounters between Harry and Quirrell in the dungeon spread like wildfire, and perhaps it has been beautified and modified by someone. Most students still believe the official words. As for Slytherin's Most students are unacceptable.
"Draco, I have a bad feeling." Pansy whispered, sitting next to Malfoy.
There was a jubilant atmosphere in the auditorium, the school was holding a year-end banquet, and the students from the four colleges were all gathered together. The Great Hall was decked out in Slytherin green and silver to celebrate their seventh straight House Cup win. On the wall behind the guest table hung a huge banner depicting a Slytherin snake.
"What's the matter, Pansy?" Malfoy asked.
Pansy pursed her lips and pointed to the door of the auditorium. It was Harry who walked in slowly. The moment he entered, the auditorium suddenly fell silent, and then suddenly everyone started talking loudly again.
"I think this guy will earn a lot of points for Gryffindor. Look at Dumbledore's announcement. It's so partial. At that time, going to the dungeon made me feel like he could be fired directly." Pansy stared at Harry. , as if seeing the enemy of life and death.
"More than that, they are a luxurious gift package for four people." Malfoy thought of this in his heart, but he didn't feel much. No matter in his previous life or this life, he was a person with no sense of collective honor.
"Then be mentally prepared to see the ugliness of the adult world." Malfoy rubbed Pansy's head.
"Are we really going to lose?" she asked.
"I didn't say that." Malfoy immediately spread his hands, expressing his innocence.
A moment later, Dumbledore also arrived, and the noise in the auditorium gradually died down. "Another year has passed!" said Dumbledore cheerily. "Before we feast on these delicious meals, I must trouble you all to listen to an old man's platitudes. What a year it has been! Surely in your little heads They are a little richer than in the past. There is a whole summer vacation waiting for you in front of you, so that you can digest those things well before the next semester starts, and free up your mind.
"Now, as far as I know, we have to hold the awarding ceremony of the House Cup first. The specific scores of each house are as follows: fourth place, Gryffindor, 312 points; third place, Hufflepuff, Three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw four hundred and twenty-six; Slytherin four hundred and ninety-two."
Neville was not present that day. Compared with the last world line, Gryffindor should still be in third place now, because they still have fifty points more. The bonus points ebb and flow, offsetting those gaps. Even Slytherin's score is higher than the original.
There was thunderous cheers and stomping at the Slytherin table, Malfoy was expressionless, Pansy seemed to be in a bad mood because of what he just said, and the cloud in his heart was still lingering.
"Yeah, yeah, good performance." Dumbledore said, "However, a few recent events must also be taken into account." The auditorium became very quiet, and the smiles of the Slytherins also subsided a little. "Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some last points to assign. Let me see. By the way "First item - Mr. Ron Weasley" Ron's face rose suddenly flushed like a sun-baked carrot." He won one of the best games of chess at Hogwarts for many years, for which I award Gryffindor House fifty points. "
The cheers of the Gryffindors nearly knocked the enchanted ceiling down. The stars above their heads also seemed to be trembling slightly. Percy can be heard shouting to the other prefects: "It's my brother, you know it! My youngest brother! Passed Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard!"
It was hard for everyone to calm down again. "The second item—Miss Hermione Granger calmly reasoned logically in the face of the fire. Not only that, she also calmly used magic spells on the chessboard to help her teammates, and used the knowledge from the herbal medicine class to solve entanglements." Human plants, I want to reward Gryffindor House with sixty points." Hermione buried her face in her arms, no one knew her mood, Harry suspected that she was crying with joy, but her mood was extremely sour at the moment "He knows everything, the devil's net, the simplified impediment spell, he knows everything, he helped us, but now we are the only ones who get points." Then she silently raised her head and looked in the direction of Slytherin, only Seeing Malfoy sitting upright, he couldn't see any expression. "Perhaps these bonus points should belong to him." She wanted to stand up and tell Dumbledore aloud, but she couldn't speak.
"Third item - Harry Potter," said Dumbledore. The auditorium suddenly became extremely silent. "He has shown fearless courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I would like to award Gryffindor House seventy points."
The noise was deafening. Those who were shouting hoarsely while still counting their marks in their heads knew that Gryffindor was now at four hundred and ninety-two points—exactly the same as Slytherin's. They were close to winning the House Cup - if only Dumbledore had awarded Harry a point.
Dumbledore held up a hand. The auditorium gradually became quiet again.
"There are many types of courage," Dumbledore smiled. "We need human courage to deal with our enemies, and it also takes a lot of courage to stand our ground in front of friends. Therefore, I would like to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom very."
If anyone was standing outside the Great Hall at this moment, they might think that there was an explosion here, and the cheers from the Gryffindor table were louder than louder. Harry and Ron immediately stood up and cheered loudly, only to see that Neville's face was pale with surprise, and he was immediately overwhelmed by the crowd who rushed up to hug him. He has never won a point for Gryffindor! Everyone is like crazy, except for Hermione, she just slowly stood up from her seat and clapped her hands gently, no one noticed her abnormal.
"That means," Dumbledore had to growl to drown out the thunderous applause, as even Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were celebrating Slytherin's sudden fiasco, "We need to make some small changes to the decor here."
He clapped his hands, and in an instant the green dangling streamers turned bright red, and the silver turned gold; the gigantic Slytherin snake disappeared, to be replaced by a majestic Gryffindor lion.
Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, forcing an awkward smile on his face. His eyes met Harry's, and Harry understood instantly that Snape's attitude towards him hadn't changed in the slightest. Harry thought it was nothing to worry about. It looks like life will be back to normal again next year, at least as Hogwarts has always been.
It was the best night of Harry's life, better than winning Quidditch and celebrating Christmas and he would never, ever forget it.
"Why do you seem to have known that we would lose?" Pansy's head drooped, and unfortunately Malfoy's crow's mouth-like prophecy came into effect. "The college's seven-game winning streak was terminated in the first year we came in. Why? You performed so well in class, why didn't you give us more points?" Pansy hammered Malfoy's shoulder, shaking with anger, as if to Like crying anytime. She also knew that she was making trouble for no reason. The situation at the scene had already shown that no matter how high the Slytherin score was, she would be passed, but she just wanted to vent her anger, and she began to sob.
"Don't be angry, the college cup can't be eaten." Malfoy put his arms around Pansy and patted her on the back to comfort her. After a long while, her crying gradually stopped.
The banquet was over, and the students from various colleges began to disperse.
Malfoy was about to go back to the dormitory. He was exhausted from trying to slap Voldemort a few days ago, and he didn't get a good rest. When he was walking on the road, he couldn't help thinking: "The reusability of those organs is really good. It's enough for the three-headed dog to stay alive, the key just changes its shape, and the chess pieces can also recover automatically. As for the potion..." Thinking of this, Malfoy hit With a shudder, he remembered the poison that Dumbledore could never seem to drink five years later.
"Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you in his headmaster's office, Mr. Draco." Professor McGonagall stopped him, with a puzzled look on her face. "It seems to be some questions about the final exam, he wants to ask you." Professor McGonagall added. Although Professor McGonagall doesn't like Slytherin very much, she still has to say two words to this student: "satisfied", so now she is also very surprised why Dumbledore came to him because of the final exam. It seemed to her that the questions on the final exam were not necessarily more difficult than her usual ones.
"Okay, I see, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded. "When did the old bee's Legilimency become so powerful, and now he even knows I'm thinking about him, and besides, I'm so far away from him now." Of course, this is just a joke. As for why Dumbledore was looking for him, he knew it well.
"By the way, the password is pile of cockroaches." Professor McGonagall added.
"Thank you," Malfoy replied.
When he came to the office for the second time, Malfoy was familiar with it.
As soon as the password "cockroach heap" was spoken, the stone monster jumped aside. Surprisingly, the door inside was not closed.
It is still a familiar arrangement, all kinds of silverware are breathing smoke, and Dumbledore is tearing open a package of zizi honey candy at his desk, as if he heard the sound, he looked up and hurriedly waved to him. : "Stop standing, sit down, my child."
Malfoy was wondering if it was his memory that had a problem or the other party's. The meeting last time was so tense, and now this old bee pretended to be a normal person. The older you get, the thicker your skin is. Fake.
"You have been wronged by the Academy Cup this time." Dumbledore gave up the lollipop packaging and said kindly to Malfoy.
"Professor, why can't I understand what you are talking about?" Malfoy began to play dumb. "Isn't there something wrong with my final exam results? Where is the problem?"
"Hehe." Dumbledore shook his beard and smiled awkwardly: "It's nothing, it's just that you are so good that I think I need to reward you."
"Thank you, Professor, I don't need it. I have to comfort my little girlfriend. She cried so hard today." Malfoy retreated. Just kidding, you don't even knock on the bamboo sticks delivered to your door, do you really think that you are a good young man who sacrifices himself and others
"I think spiritual wounds need something like this to heal." Dumbledore took out an exquisite bottle from his arms, which was filled with crystal clear liquid. Even through a glass, Malfoy could feel the powerful fluctuations of magic power and a sense of holiness.
"Open your eyes and talk nonsense, in which year can Phoenix's tears heal the wounds in your heart?" Malfoy still put the bottle away with such slander in his heart. "I think this thing should still be useful, isn't it? Thank you very much." He paused and continued: "By the way, Professor, I picked up a strange stone when I was wandering around the school a few days ago, can you Can't you take a look for me?" He reached into his pocket, took out the Philosopher's Stone and put it on the table.
"Oh, what a magical stone, I think I'll have to study it for a few days." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and said, then put the Philosopher's Stone into his arms. Then he asked sincerely: "Harry said he also saw a strange stone, do you know what it is?"
"Hold that stone, for you, if you can get that stone, you should be able to see the same person as in the Mirror of Erised, and your wand looks like a series, but now, it should have been Turned into ashes." Malfoy said lightly, then turned and left, leaving Dumbledore behind.
No one saw that Dumbledore's hand suddenly gripped the corner of the table. His sister's death was the worst pain of his life.
Malfoy, who went out, let out a long breath. "Dealing with old bees is such a hassle." He shook his head. "But in order to repair the relationship, he is really willing to spend all his money." Thinking about it, he glanced at the bottle of Phoenix Tears in his hand again, and the magic power in it was almost overflowing.
The last meeting proved his own strength, and this time the Sorcerer's Stone incident showed his position. Dumbledore may still have doubts, but Dumbledore's choice for a child with strength and talent will certainly be It's a show of favor. He is different from Voldemort. He has the love of his relatives and maybe friends. Dumbledore will naturally find a way to win him over. In a sense, he and Voldemort are the same kind of people, and they will use whatever means to achieve their ends. It can be seen from the fact that he can set up a plan to perfectly use his own death in the face of his own mortality. In this sense, he is more terrifying than Voldemort.
Maybe there are other reasons. If Malfoy is a poor and white purebred Muggle wizard, maybe he will be flattened and rounded by Lao Deng arbitrarily, but now Malfoy's father is the school director and a voice in the wizarding world. People, Dumbledore can only choose to lure.
"Actually, Lao Deng, you are really not suitable for education." Malfoy thought of Voldemort's childhood. Tom Riddle was once very naughty, hanged a child's rabbit, took other people's things for himself, and abducted What did Dumbledore do when the two children went into the cave by the sea? Use violence to control violence! He used the burning wardrobe to force Riddle to make a confession. Saying "love" over and over again, only to deal with an orphan in this way.
When you can force a person to submit, you don’t know that an evil seed has already been planted. Today I am no match for you. If you make me submit, then I will be stronger than you in the future, and I can also make you submit. , this may be the first lesson Dumbledore taught Voldemort.
"But it doesn't matter, the benefits are the most real." Malfoy couldn't help but carefully looked at the bottle of Phoenix Tears, fascinated by the majestic magic power in it. "This thing is much more practical than the Elder Wand. Maybe it's an extra life." Malfoy, who had gained a lot, was in a good mood. He couldn't help but whistled, and returned to the dormitory with the whistle all the way. Some Slytherin students He thought it was because of the Academy Cup that he was stimulated and went crazy.