Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

“Is death another great adventure?”

"I died, but I was reborn in this world." Brian said in his heart, "I think I am indeed going on another 'great adventure'."

But immortality is still what he wants to pursue, until one day he is willing to open his arms to embrace death and embark on an unknown journey.

"Ah, by the way, back to the topic. I invite you here this time just to ask if you know something about Quirrell?" Dumbledore looked at him deeply and said, "I know the relationship between you and Quirrell. The relationship seems to be good.”

"Yes, I often asked him about Defense Against the Dark Arts before, but then I asked Professor Snape instead." Brian said evasively.

Dumbledore looked into his eyes, and Brian met them calmly.

"Ah, yes, who would have thought? Quirrell would try to steal the Sorcerer's Stone to make his master Voldemort come back again." Dumbledore said deeply.

"So, Brian, what do you think of Voldemort?" Dumbledore looked into Brian's eyes and asked in a tone that seemed to be just chatting with him.

"The Dark Lord?" Brian whispered, "I think he is already history, isn't he?"

"Ah, but he is not dead yet. He has been watching for a chance to come back." Dumbledore said, "This time is just one of his attempts."

"What do you think, Brian?"

"I don't want him to come back, Professor." Brian said softly, "I don't think anyone who is familiar with history would want the Dark Lord to return again and bring darkness and fear to the world again."

"That's right. Although your knowledge of the history of magic is not that good, your idea is right." Dumbledore praised.

"It's just relative." Brian coughed lightly.

"I think the world is very peaceful and quiet now. It doesn't need another Dark Lord." Brian added.

"Yes, there are too many people who have been harmed by the Dark Lord." Dumbledore sighed.

"But Voldemort is always good at deceiving people. Quirrell is not the first, nor will he be the last..." He said deeply, "Sooner or later he will make a comeback."

"I think you'll beat him, right?" Brian said.

"No, this is difficult. I haven't been able to defeat him before, and I may not be able to defeat him in the future." Dumbledore sighed, "But fortunately, I have someone I can trust."

"Harry Potter?"

"Yes, you know, Brian, eleven years ago, Voldemort tried to kill Harry, and his mother died to save him..." Dumbledore said softly, "But she loved her child deeply. , turned into the oldest and most powerful curse, which will remain on him forever..."

"It was this spell that reflected Voldemort's spell, causing him to lose his form."

"It was this spell that allowed him to successfully defeat Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort."

Dumbledore's blue eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.

"Love?" Brian smiled gently.

"Yes, love, that is something Voldemort can never understand." Dumbledore said, "If he cannot understand it, he will never be called a great wizard."

"so……"

"You need to understand the meaning of love, Brian."

Dumbledore said softly.

"Don't I understand?" Brian said.

"Do you really understand?"

"How do you understand?"

"When you are willing to do something for someone that you can't even dream of now, even if it hurts your own interests, even if it costs your life."

Brian blinked. He is an egoist and never mind doing things that benefit himself at the expense of others, but he also has a conscience and is unwilling to hurt those close to him and is willing to give up some benefits for them. But for whom to sacrifice your life or something, that’s nonsense.

He has always been sensible. If one day, someone close to him is about to be killed and he is powerless, he would rather hide and strengthen himself and seek revenge instead of losing his life in a futile resistance.

"Then what should I do?" Brian asked with a smile.

"You have to feel and explore with your heart. I hope that one day, you can truly understand it, so that you can become a truly powerful wizard." Dumbledore said slowly, "Love can make you indestructible, Bu Ryan.”

Brian nodded slightly, his expression thoughtful.

"So, if you have any doubts or encounter difficulties, you can come to me." Dumbledore looked at him deeply, "I think that although I am old, I can still solve some of your confusions. .”

"I will." Brian said with a sincere smile.

Watching Brian's back disappear behind the door, Dumbledore leaned back in his chair.

"It seems that his relationship with Quirrell is not that simple." Snape walked out from behind the partition behind the desk, his face calm and gloomy.

"Yes, yes, I even think he was there under the trap door that night." Dumbledore blinked, "although he was careful not to leave any traces."

"Then what exactly do you think..."

…

"So, we lost like this?"

At the graduation ceremony, Malfoy watched with a sullen face as Dumbledore replaced the green and silver that decorated the Great Hall with the red and gold of Gryffindor, pinching the knuckles of his fingers until they turned white.

"That can't be helped. Dumbledore added a full hundred points to Potter, and Weasley and Granger each received fifty points." Brian said calmly, "A total of two hundred points were added."

Malfoy stared intently at the cheering Gryffindors, watching Harry being admired by everyone, and Ron looking at him proudly and defiantly, as if he had just eaten a big bowl of slugs.

"There's nothing we can do about it, right? They did something amazing." Daphne sat next to Brian. Her expression was a little lost and dejected, but also a little admiring. "Harry Potter prevented the Sorcerer's Stone from being taken away." Let’s go, defeat Professor Quirrell, and save the lives of two classmates.”

"Weasley and Granger also helped him. What these three people did is like a legend." Daphne held her chin and said, "I can't imagine that this is a real experience that happened around us."

Brian nodded, but he was also slightly unhappy. He remembered that Harry did not add so many points in the original book. Dumbledore was indeed suspected of operating behind the scenes. Otherwise, how could Gryffindor get ten points more than Slytherin?

But Brian didn't regret not revealing that he was also under the trap door at that time, which would have made things much more troublesome. He hates trouble.

It's good to maintain a certain tacit understanding with Dumbledore.

The little wizards in Slytherin were all a little frustrated. Professor Snape shook hands with Professor McGonagall awkwardly, obviously feeling unhappy too.

"Okay, okay, I really regret that I didn't find Professor Snape that day, otherwise it would be Potter's turn to take the limelight." Malfoy gritted his teeth, and then said in a long tone: "But it's okay, the second graders will see how I deal with them! "

He found no one more hateful than Potter.

"By the way, why do you always hold on to Potter?" Brian said helplessly, "This is not rational."

"Ah, I just can't stand him." Malfoy said slowly, "When I see him unhappy, I am happy. When I see him proud, I am unhappy."

"Oh." Brian drawled.

If this is not "love", then it is "hate".

…

In the morning, all the little wizards took a boat across the lake, left Hogwarts, and boarded the train home.

Brian and the others were looking for empty compartments in the aisle of the train. Malfoy opened a compartment door and saw Harry and three sitting inside, talking and laughing. They stopped when they saw Malfoy's face, and Ron smiled triumphantly at him.

Malfoy curled his lips and said slowly: "Potter, you'd better not be complacent, wait and see next school year." With that, he was about to slam the door.

"Wait a minute, Malfoy!" Harry said, his expression a little tangled, "No matter what, thank you for saving me that night in the Forbidden Forest." Although he hated Malfoy, he still remembered the grace of saving my life. In my heart.

That night, his scar hurt so much that he almost fainted, but he still remembered that Malfoy released red sparks after running away, and cast a few more spells to buy him time.

"Just go ahead and dream. Who saved you?" Malfoy frowned and looked unhappy. He raised his face and said, "I didn't save you. I wish you were dead."

"What? It wasn't you that night?" Harry swallowed and said dryly.

"Haha, I left directly that night." Malfoy said proudly, "I'm not like you who were so scared that you couldn't even move your legs. Your ability to escape death was beyond my expectation."

"However, luck will not always favor you." With that, he walked away.

Brian looked over, smiled and nodded at them, and then closed the box door.

Hermione waved at him and smiled.

Harry sat blankly in his seat, his heart pounding, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, making him feel cold from head to toe.

"That night, in the Forbidden Forest, besides me and Quirrell, was there a third person?" A horrifying thought hovered in his mind.

Similarly, under the trap door that night, he didn't know how the Philosopher's Stone got into his pocket. Although Ron and the others comforted him, the situation was too tense and he didn't notice it. But he always felt that was not the case.

It was like there was an invisible ghost hovering around him, eyes in the darkness staring at him firmly.

"No matter what, at least that person is helping me, isn't he?" Harry could only comfort himself.