Chapter 29: Eagle Delivers Letter (Please Vote, Please Read)

Chapter 29 The Flying Eagle Passes the Letter (please vote, please read~)

He looked at Harry with questioning eyes.

Harry nodded: "It's Quirrell, and Voldemort."

Hagrid shivered, his eyes filled with fear.

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore put the cup down.

Harry raised his hand and touched the scar on his forehead: "When he cast the killing curse on me, it hurt here."

"I also heard and even saw a lot of things."

Surprise flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.

"The voices of my parents, another death curse, and a red-haired back should be what happened that night." Harry continued, "Maybe you should know something?"

Dumbledore comforted him: "Maybe it's just too similar and reminds you of something..."

"Dumbledore!" Harry interrupted, emphasizing, "You've talked to me twice and you still treat me like a fool?"

"Maybe you should go to the Gryffindor common room, tell the little wizards the fairy tale adventure stories you made up, coax them to sleep, and deceive children that you are really good at it."

"I don't want to hear lies, I need a reason."

"This is obviously not normal."

Harry had experienced the revolving door - it was his seventh commission, killing a crab spider for a Zhuangzi. When asking for payment, the Zhuangzi turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. More than twenty people surrounded him. In a panic, he Got stabbed hard with a pitchfork.

That's when he finally understood why Geralt always said "the pitchfork is the most powerful weapon."

Fortunately he escaped quickly.

That experience not only gave him some brainpower, but also made him understand one thing: the revolving door before death is not so directional.

Dumbledore said nothing.

"Don't say it's because of the curse, I don't think Voldemort will love me." Harry sneered.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Harry, I have a guess, but it's just a guess. Give me time to make sure, okay?"

Harry didn't press any further and changed the subject: "What is the use of unicorn blood?"

"That thing...is nothing like what a unicorn should be. It's evil, ominous, and creepy."

Dumbledore explained: "The blood of a unicorn usually has the effect of extending life, but... it has to be donated voluntarily."

"If it is donated passively, its blood will contain a curse. Those who drink the blood will survive half-dead."

"Voldemort is already half dead." Harry scoffed.

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses: "In addition, it also has a little-known effect - it can create a body."

Harry was stunned.

"Of course, it's a temporary body cursed by dark magic." Dumbledore added.

"The stronger the curse, the stronger the body?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore nodded: "For dark wizards, that's true."

Harry understood why Quirrell used that method. He was torturing and wanted to take away the blood that had the most resentment and the deepest curse.

"It seems that Voldemort is weaker than I thought." Harry shook his head and laughed, "Principal Dumbledore, I think now is the best time for you to take action."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Why?"

"He is very weak, isn't he?" Harry stared at him closely, "And what you are worried about, Professor Quirrell, is that Voldemort may not have that deep control over him."

"During the battle just now, Voldemort could only wonder where he was blabbering..."

Dumbledore said: "Don't forget our agreement."

"I fought with him." Harry answered simply, "I didn't feel any magical effect to protect me."

"That's not enough, Harry, he didn't take action himself." Dumbledore shook his head and refused, "You have to face him again."

Harry sneered: "Do you want me to stand still and take a shot from Avada Kedavra?"

"That's not the case." Dumbledore said softly, "But you really need to face him again, for the last time."

Harry said indifferently: "With you here, that guy doesn't have the guts to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. Just now, when I sent out a signal in the Forbidden Forest, he was afraid that you would chase me."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully: "If I want to leave Hogwarts, I will ask Hedwig to send you a letter."

Harry's eyes sharpened.

This means...

Do you have to face that thing by yourself?

"I am not only the principal of Hogwarts, but also the chief wizard of the Wizengamot and the president of the International Federation of Wizards. I need to deal with many things." Dumbledore explained, "I sometimes have to leave and be busy. Other things.”

"Including staying up at night and secretly drinking syrup alone?" Harry asked sharply.

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "This is dessert before bed."

Harry stood up: "Then I'll go back first."

"Wait a minute, shouldn't you explain to me why you appear in the Forbidden Forest at night?" Dumbledore stopped him, "When school started, I said that going to the Forbidden Forest was forbidden."

Harry waved his hand without looking back: "I will go to Professor McGonagall tomorrow to receive confinement. You can deduct points as you wish."

Wait for the next day.

Harry took the initiative to find Professor McGonagall to receive confinement.

This made Professor McGonagall stunned. She welcomed Harry's move. No professor would refuse to give special training to an excellent young wizard. But after she knew that Harry had broken into the Forbidden Forest at night, she was no longer happy. She arranged two months for Harry in one go, almost until the final exam.

Professor McGonagall had a headache.

She now admired the Weasley brothers more and more. Although they were noisy, they could at least make a fuss.

Unlike Harry, who was silent, I don't know how many unknown things he had done in private.

If Harry hadn't fallen into the trap, she wouldn't have noticed it!

Harry's time immediately became tight. Professor McGonagall took out the content of the second half of the second grade to tie him up. There was no mercy on homework after class. Harry had to write as much as other young wizards had to write.

The little lions looked at Professor McGonagall with tenderness in their eyes.

Who said that our dean was old-fashioned and serious? This was because he understood them very well. He knew that people in the same school year couldn't all copy Hermione's papers, so he immediately gave them a Harry.

Then, the matter was exposed in the second class.

Harry's paper used the ideas of second-year Transfiguration, and Ron couldn't tell it when he copied it - he was not like Hermione, who really used Harry's paper as a reference, so he changed the words he thought were appropriate.

He made a mistake like this - Harry wrote "Xiao Ming made a beautiful jump for two and a half weeks", and Ron changed it to "Xiao Ming made a beautiful jump for seventeen and a half days."

This made the little lions of Gryffindor learn a lesson.

In Transfiguration, those who understand it a little go to copy Harry's homework, and those who don't understand much go to copy Hermione's homework.

Even though he was so busy, Harry still insisted on going to the Forbidden Forest at least one day a week to look for traces of the bicorn, until the final exam came. The closest he got to the bicorn was to find its feces - but it was already dry, at least a month.

He circled the range of the bicorn's activities on the map.

His guess was right.

This creature does have some ideas about unicorns. Its traces of activities are very close to the territory of the unicorn group, but sometimes it will run very far to the other end to hunt for food.

Many times, Harry felt that he was very close to the Bicorn, but still got nothing all night.

He was not anxious.

Hunting is like this, you need patience to catch prey.

The final exams made many young wizards anxious - Gryffindor was the best performing college. Although they did a mess in the written exams, their practical operations were praised by professors.

Beside the Black Lake, Hermione grabbed Harry and patiently checked the answers over and over again.

"Hermione, the exam is over." Ron covered his face, in pain, "Let me and Harry go, let us stop thinking about these things."

Hermione pinched her waist: "No, this is very important."

As she was talking, Hedwig flew from the air, landed on Harry's shoulders, stretched out her legs, and a note was tied to them.

Harry untied it and opened it. It was written in a flourish: "Harry, I have to go to London today for something and I won't be back until the evening."

"London?" Hermione was stunned. "Whose letter is it?"

Harry crumpled it into a ball, stuffed it into his pocket, and stood up: "Dumbledore."

Hermione stood up: "Why did he tell you this?"

"I have an agreement with him." Harry explained as he walked towards the castle, "Because Dumbledore is here, Quirrell has never dared to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"After he leaves, Quirrell will definitely try to steal it. I'm going to stop him."

Hermione and Ron paused, and after being left two steps behind by Harry, they reacted and trotted to catch up with him.

"Is he crazy?" Hermione exclaimed, incredulous, "You are just a first-year wizard!"

Ron muttered: "Harry has graduated, and he is most likely the best in the school."

"Even if he is in the second year, you shouldn't stop him." Hermione waved her hand, anxiously, "Ron, shut up, I know Harry's situation better than you."

Ron, who had just opened his mouth halfway, closed it obediently, tightly.

Harry shook his head: "I also think it's a bit outrageous, but this is Dumbledore's suggestion. He asked me to believe him. As the greatest white wizard, he should have some credibility?"

"Can I go with you?" Ron took out his wand.

Hermione didn't say anything, but she looked at Harry with expectation.

"No." Harry refused decisively.

Ron was disappointed: "Why, I am also a first-year wizard."

"Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort." Walking into the castle, Harry lowered his voice, "It's too dangerous for you to go there."

Voldemort...

This title made Ron shudder.

Hermione also staggered and almost fell.

"He's crazy, he's really crazy." Hermione shook her head like a rattle, "What does he think when he asks you to deal with the Dark Lord?"

"I'll explain it to you when I get back." When they reached the lobby on the first floor, Harry stopped and pushed Hermione towards the dungeon classroom, "Hermione, go find Professor Snape."

"Ron, go find Professor McGonagall."

He took out the invisibility cloak from the sorting hat, put it on, and walked to the corridor on the fourth floor - the door listed as prohibited items was opened.

Someone has already rushed in impatiently.

There is another chapter in the evening, around eight o'clock.

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