Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Chapter 120 I just want to eat melons with peace of mind!

"what?!"

"You said that black shadow just now was Voldemort?"

"It's that mysterious... mysterious person who can't even mention his name. If he mentions it, the world will be destroyed, the universe will return to chaos, and the sky will explode?!"

"And more importantly, he died at all, that was just a clone of him?!"

In the headmaster's room at Hogwarts, there were louder and louder exclamations, and one overshadowed the other!

Dumbledore was sweating profusely, and quickly explained: "It's not that you can't mention it, it's just that he cast a spell on his name. If anyone mentions his name, he will have a reaction. It's not as exaggerated as you said."

Harry let out a faint "Oh", as if he was a little disappointed that Voldemort didn't match the image he imagined in his mind.

Then he gave Dumbledore a look of "you didn't kill such a simple thing".

The great Headmaster Dumbledore felt a tightness in his chest.

But immediately, Harry's eyes lit up, and he muttered: "Whoever praises my name, the demons will retreat, hell will not fall, and eternal life will be enjoyed! Fuck, this feeling is even worse than Emperor Huangtian!"

Dumbledore said mercilessly: "Wake up, stop dreaming."

"Coach, I'm going to learn this," said Harry.

"This magic is not good, what are you doing learning it?" Dumbledore persuaded.

"At least the phone bill is saved. Think about it, no matter where you are in the world, just read your name, you can be contacted, cross-province, cross-country, international roaming, long-distance, all are unnecessary." Harry has already I'm fantasizing.

"This curse magic is not as powerful as you think. At most, it can only let you know that someone is talking about your name and who it is. As for what he is talking about, you don't know anything."

Harry was a little disappointed, this magic sounded very high, but it was useless.

"You said it was cursed magic, what do you mean?" Harry reacted.

"This is actually a magic that curses other people's bad luck. If the effect is too strong, it will make others lose Gallon and eat slugs... But it was improved by Voldemort later, and he used this spell on his own name."

When Harry heard it, his interest came again: "Coach, I want to learn this."

Dumbledore's face twitched, I've told you so much for nothing.

He didn't want to continue talking about this matter: "Okay, I'll teach you."

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After some long-winded.

Harry fanned his long eyelashes and looked at Dumbledore with pure eyes: "Principal, what are you telling me about these things? What Horcruxes, what about the resurrection of the Dark Lord, what wars, I'm just a first-year student , Oh, coming to the second grade. Isn’t there such a dangerous thing as you? As long as you step out, Voldemort’s gang of chickens and dogs will not run away in a panic, and I just need to eat melons in peace behind your wide back.”

Dumbledore's liver hurts.

This is really a child who is only eleven years old, Merlin, why do I feel that this is a big hooligan.

Harry saw that Dumbledore's face was a little blue, so he wouldn't be mad at me.

He hurriedly put on a righteous face, and said righteously: "Eliminating evil is an urgent and sacred mission of our generation. I am just a brick, and I will move it wherever there is need!"

Dumbledore looked at this fighter with firm eyes as if he was about to dedicate himself to the cause. Is this really that stinky shameless man just now? Merry, don't you fucking tease me.

"However, professor, I'm really too weak. I have more energy than energy." Harry looked sad and indignant, as if he was a patriot who wanted to sacrifice his life for the country, but found that my Qing Dynasty had already died.

The professor finally saw through Harry, this special mother is an actor.

He snorted coldly: "Oh, how did I hear that you have taught yourself the seventh grade.

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Harry opened his eyes wide, as if aggrieved: "Are you talking about me? I'm just a stupid bird, how can I be so powerful?"

"It's so difficult for you not to know that Mrs. Pince will record every book you borrow?" Old Dumpy smiled.

"Eh..." Harry's face became very fast, he straightened his clothes, and said seriously: "Well, since you found out, I won't hide it, yes, I am a thousand years old A rare magical genius!"

Dumbledore: "..."

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At the end of this awkward chat, Dumbledore suddenly reached out his hand.

Harry looked puzzled: "Borrowing money? How much? If you have too much, you don't have it!"

"Sorcerer's Stone." Dumbledore's beard blew up.

Harry panicked, but his face was still confused: "Huh? Didn't you say that you put the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised? What do you want from me?"

Dumbledore asked back: "How do you think I knew that Quirrell had a problem and returned to school immediately."

He didn't wait for Harry's answer, but took out a crystal ball by himself.

"Look, the latest children's toys on the market."

Harry looked at it, his face darkened.

What was displayed in the crystal ball was the scene of the hall on the fourth floor, the mess of the place, and the flames still burning on the stone.

Dumbledore smiled smugly.

"This is a pair of crystal balls, and the other one is on the roof of the hall, hehe."

"You said it was really strange. A few days ago, I saw a little boy and two little girls go in, and that boy looked a lot like you. Just because of the long hair, you two are no different from each other. In this school Not many students have long hair."

Fuck, I'll cut this hair as soon as I'm on vacation.

Harry thought viciously, but he also knew that Dumbledore was absolutely sure that he took the Philosopher's Stone.

He is also very bachelor: "Yes, I took it away, but I think it is a tattered stone, and I threw it away when I went out. Who knows it will be the legendary Philosopher's Stone."

Dumbledore's expected continued questioning did not happen.

He was only silent for a moment, with a sad expression on his face: "He is dead."

He didn't say who "he" was, but he believed Harry would know.

Harry didn't expect that Nicolas, the owner of the Philosopher's Stone, was dead.

Dumbledore said: "He was killed shortly after I took the Sorcerer's Stone. I took the Sorcerer's Stone to protect him as well as him. But unfortunately, even if he didn't have the Sorcerer's Stone, Voldemort still Did not let him go."

Harry's eyebrows twitched.

Harry was very, very unhappy with Voldemort for the first time.

Although he knew that Voldemort was a bad guy, he just looked at these things objectively without any sense of substitution.

Because he had no enmity with Voldemort, if he killed Voldemort, it would be done easily.

Oh, Voldemort is a bad guy, kill him.

That's all.

He would definitely not be chasing and insisting on killing Voldemort, and vowing not to give up until he achieves his goal.

But now because of the Philosopher's Stone, he has a relationship with an old man.

He had already participated in this matter as a party involved, Voldemort and his gang of Death Eaters are scum, damn it-this was the thought that came to Harry's mind at this moment.

Although the old man's death had nothing to do with Harry, he still felt guilty: "The Philosopher's Stone..."

"If you lose the Philosopher's Stone, just throw it away. My old friend was already ready to face death. I wanted to remember him with the Philosopher's Stone as a relic, but there is nothing I can do if I lose it. Fortunately, I have him." A lot of things, study letters, photos..."

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When Harry left the office, he felt as if he had forgotten something.

He thought about it carefully, didn't Dumbledore promise to give me the Mirror of Erised?

But how could Harry have the nerve to say this, oh, not only did he take away the Philosopher's Stone, but he also wanted to take away the magic mirror by the way, that's too cheeky.

If not, there will be no more, alas, what a pity.

Harry strode away, easy on his feet.

This year is finally coming to an end.

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