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Chapter 104 Sorcerer's Stone×1
"Honorable Headmaster Dumbledore," said Harry, "I've been thinking about Volleyball...I mean, You-Know-Who—"

Halfway through Harry's speech, he suddenly remembered that the day he first came to the wizarding world, other wizards called Voldemort, and he was not sure which one was the right one to use.

"Just call him Voldemort, Harry." Dumbledore's eyes were firm, and he patted Harry's shoulder reassuringly.

Harry felt as if a force was passing from the headmaster to him, which made his fear of Voldemort, a big villain who wanted to kill him, subsided a lot.

"Always use the right name for things. Fear of a name intensifies fear of the thing itself."

Dumbledore's words were spoken to the group of four, his gaze cast into the distance, as if traveling through time.

This was a teaching from the principal, and Rieg thought deeply after listening to it.

"Thank you for your teaching." Rigg and the others thanked Headmaster Dumbledore.

With the support of Headmaster Dumbledore, Ron tried to say the word Voldemort directly a few times, and his eyes widened in surprise, as if it wasn't that scary anymore.

God knows, every time the foursome discussed how to deal with Quirrell and Voldemort behind him, Ron always stuttered.

He later argued that everyone in the wizarding world is like this, that Voldemort's name can stop a child from crying at night, and no one calls him by his name directly.

Harry continued to ask: "Then did we really kill Voldemort? We don't have to worry about Voldemort in the future?"

Yesterday, because of the exhaustion and pain in his body, Harry fell into a drowsy sleep, but since waking up today, he has been thinking about and worrying about this issue.

He couldn't believe that this big devil who had troubled him for so long was so easily killed by him and Rigg, and completely disappeared.

Speaking of Voldemort, Dumbledore's face turned serious, and he sat upright and preached to the group of four in front of him, "Unfortunately, I think he is still hiding somewhere. This is just a part of him..."

Dumbledore paused. He felt that he had said too much, so he didn't elaborate on that sentence.

"In short, we must be fully prepared to fight him to the death in the future."

Merlin's boots finally fell to the ground. Although the bad news that Headmaster Dumbledore said was bad, Harry, who seemed to be in a dream, returned to reality.

Voldemort hadn't been defeated yet, they still had work to do.

Rigg also nodded, he vaguely remembered that every year there was a new Voldemort to fight.

Rigg sighed silently, what kind of slime is Voldemort?
How to make one split and produce two.

Thinking of defeating Voldemort every year, Rigg felt his headache.

Harry pressed: "Sir, I wonder if you can tell me the truth about these things...about Voldemort and me."

"The truth," sighed Dumbledore, "is a beautiful and terrible thing to be treated with extreme caution. I will try to answer your question, though, unless I have a good reason to keep it secret, in which case I I hope you can forgive me. I can't lie to you."

Listening to the headmaster's words, Harry nodded repeatedly and asked, "Voldemort said that he killed my mother because my mother tried her best to prevent him from killing me. But why did he want to kill me?"

Dumbledore sighed heavily this time.

"Gee, the first thing you ask me, I can't tell you. Someday, you'll know."

Harry was about to ask why he couldn't speak, when Rigg pressed his hand hard on his back, Harry shut up resentfully.

He really wanted to know the answer, but since Rigg judged that Professor Dumbledore would not tell it, then forget it.

Rigg knew this question just by listening to the beginning of a headmaster Dumbledore, and they would not get the answer.

He went back and asked Nigel or Dean, which might be more useful than asking Dumbledore here.

Dumbledore was also very considerate of Harry's mood, and added: "Don't think about it for now, Harry, wait until you grow up. When you are ready, you will naturally know."

Rieg shook his head, and it was exactly what he thought.

Dumbledore's words seem to be like the parents who helped the children collect the New Year's money. Every year, they say that they will give it to you when you grow up. In the end, there are very few children who get the New Year's money.

Harry also understood that it was useless to say more, and he asked the next question.

"Then why can't Quirrell touch me?"

This is a question that the group of four has been curious about for a long time, and they discussed it intensely when they were eating together.

Ron swore frankly that Harry must be some kind of human-shaped charm, specializing in Voldemort, otherwise how could he defeat such a powerful dark wizard as a child?
Harry was skeptical, always feeling that Ron was fooling him.

Rieger was also very curious about this question. If Harry didn't control Voldemort, he would owe a huge loan of experience points.

"Your mother died to save you. If there's one thing Voldemort doesn't understand, it's love. He doesn't realize that a love as strong as your mother's for you leaves its mark on you." .not scars, not visible marks"

Dumbledore began to stare into the distance again. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary nagging old man.

"To be loved so deeply by someone, even though the person who loved us is dead, leaves us with an eternal talisman. It is hidden in your skin. It is for this reason that Quirrell cannot Touch you. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, who sold his soul to Voldemort, would have felt unbearable pain when he touched a man with such a beautiful mark on his body."

At this point, Dumbledore pretended to be very interested in a bird outside the window, and Harry took the time to wipe away his tears with the sleeve of his wizard robe.

Hermione's eye sockets also turned red, and Rieg lowered his head so that no one else could see his face.

Ron looked around, wondering if he, too, would have to cry to look good.

During the night tour, Harry saw that the memory of his relatives had been pulled out, so after defeating Voldemort, the first thing he did was to go to the mirror and create new memories for himself.

When the voice returned to normal, Harry said, "Quirrell said that Snape—"

"It's Professor Snape, Harry." Dumbledore hoped Harry would respect Snape.

"Quirrell said that Professor Snape hated me because he hated my father. Is that true?"

"Well, they did look at each other badly. Kind of like you and Mr. Malfoy. Then your father did something Snape could never forgive him."

Dumbledore held back, he waited for a while, then continued: "He saved Snape's life."

"What?" was the foursome's quartet, an answer that even Rigg hadn't expected to hear.

He remembered that Snape had always disliked Harry, but he didn't expect that there was such a secret behind this incident.

Rigg scratched his head. He actually remembered that Professor Snape liked lilies. The question is, even if Harry sends flowers to the professor, it's useless, right?

Dumbledore said quietly, "The human mind is really wonderful, isn't it? Professor Snape can't bear to owe your father such a favor. Of course, there are some of his personal feelings in it..."

Harry tried to think about the passage, but he had so little information that he had to stop thinking about it.

"By the way, sir, I have another question, how did I get the Philosopher's Stone out of the magic mirror?"

Harry felt the stone appear out of nowhere in his pocket, startling him.

Rigg also took out the Sorcerer's Stone False, which they had worked so hard to protect, and looked at Principal Dumbledore suspiciously, "Principal, I can feel the flow of magic power from this stone. An ordinary stone?"

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