Hogwarts Everything is Three

　　 For students, listening to the teacher is very easy, but to find out their doubts and ask the teacher questions, it is a test of people's thinking and self-awareness.

Hearing what Professor Dumbledore said, Allen pondered for a while, and then asked his biggest doubt tonight: "Professor, why did I clearly hit Voldemort, but didn't have the effect of the Stunning Charm on him? "After that, Alan looked a little embarrassed. His coma spell didn't make Voldemort coma, but used the physical effect to break his nose...

　　 Dumbledore lifted his eyes and looked serious. "Although I haven't witnessed your battle with my own eyes, I still have some guesses. First of all, Voldemort is weak enough to be parasitic on Professor Quirrell, but his magic power is not comparable to that of a freshman, even yours. Magic power has far surpassed the little wizards of the same age. Secondly, some defensive magic may be placed on the scarf behind Professor Quirrell's head. From Voldemort's mind, he will not let himself enter Hogwarts without any protection. So, Your spell has not fully worked."

　　 Alan nodded thoughtfully, no matter what, studying soul magic is a required course.

　　 "Child, do you have anything else you want to ask?" Professor Dumbledore mischievously forkped a berry and threw it into his mouth.

　　 "I want to know what happened to Professor Quirrell and how he would be punished?" Allen was a little curious. When they just came back, Professor Dumbledore did not bring Professor Quirrell. What if he wakes up from the coma spell and escapes?

"Unfortunately, although Quirrell was awake twice in his midst, he probably tried to resist occasionally after Voldemort had sojourned into his body. Therefore, in the struggle with the extremely powerful and evil soul in his body, his soul The energy has almost been exhausted. Coupled with the protective magic that touched Harry, he has been severely burned, even if Bobby (Madame Pomfrey) tried his best to rescue him, it is estimated that he would not be able to recover. He is really injured. It's too heavy and weak. I'm afraid I won't wait too long and he will be exhausted and die. Of course, Professor Snape will rush to send him a ride." Allen heard from Professor Dumbledore's tone. Regrets and regrets.

　　 "Professor, you seem a little sad!" Allen pointed out this fact. He suddenly wanted to know what Professor Dumbledore thought of Professor Quirrell. Professor Dumbledore can accept Professor Snape, a former Death Eater, and if Professor Quirrell can recover, he will be forgiven.

The passing of life always brings people countless emotions. Knowing the situation and ending that Professor Quirrell may face, thinking of his usual picture of teaching little wizards in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Alan is also a little sad. The final situation of a supposedly excellent Ravenclaw graduate has fallen to this point.

In fact, Professor Quirrell is indeed a very good teacher. Although he is completely unable to resist Voldemort's temptation due to his weak will, it is undeniable that he is really proficient in the theory of magical defense, and the theoretical content taught in the class is very solid. At least for first-year students, theory is more important than practice.

　　 "Professor Quirrell used to be a very talented but weak boy," during his school career, he was ridiculed a lot for being shy and nervous. He was therefore dissatisfied with himself and wanted to prove himself. Perhaps this is the case, he will travel around, deliberately exercise his defense practice capabilities. Innocent Quirrell probably had the same latent desire to hope that the whole world would admire him, like those who thought he was insignificant or even ridiculous. It was because of his talent and hard work that I hired him as your professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It's really a pity that if Voldemort didn't exist, he would actually be a very competent professor. Professor Dumbledore said a lot in one breath, and Allen could hear that he was sorry for Quirrell from the bottom of his heart.

　　 Seeing Dumbledore drinking honey lemonade frequently, Alan felt that he should leave.

　　 hurried back to Ravenclaw's dormitory, Allen looked at Edward who had fallen asleep, sleepiness and tiredness spread all over his body. Without the mind to sort out today's gains and feelings, he fell asleep deeply.

What Allen didn’t know was that shortly after he left, Professor Dumbledore put on a pajamas with a big red azalea pattern ~ www.ltnovel.com~ In the principal’s room, he published a comment on the portraits of the previous principals. In his opinion, "Really a smart boy, very talented. But he is kind-hearted, he has a bottom line in his behavior, knows how to advance and retreat, and knows how to measure. He didn't even ask us how to deal with the Philosopher's Stone."

Phineas Nigelles said with a disdainful smile, "You once said that that person is the smartest and most gifted student you have ever seen. Now there is another one who has received similar evaluations from you. A student of, I said that even if the influence of the mysterious person is not counted, I still have reservations about the future of the magical world and whether it can remain stable."

"As Allen said, he is him, his experience and emotions are unique, not everyone will choose darkness. I can see that he has a smart brain, extraordinary talent, heroic spirit and softness. The heart. For example, the kindness to Filch who is a dumb gun, the pity to Quirrell. I don’t think he will become the next mysterious person."

　　 Allen, who was already immersed in his sleep, didn't know what Professor Dumbledore had said to him, let alone that he had become a model of a good student in Professor Dumbledore's mind.

Perhaps he was too tired. In an uncontrollable dream, he came to a world shrouded in gray and dark colors, without a trace of other colors, only that strong sense of despair was constantly absorbing the loss of all positive emotions in his body, far away There were constantly emerging black clouds rushing towards him like a rising tide. After a long while, Alan, who was unable to move, took a look at it and found that hidden in those shadows were countless monsters that only appeared in nightmares.

　　 In fact, Alan had already realized that he was having a nightmare, but he just couldn't wake up. He tried to use the wand in his hand, but found that he could not perform any magic at all.