Harry Potter Reborn

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

"What?!"

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

"It's that god 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... the mysterious man?!"

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

In the principal's office of Hogwarts, there was an exclamation that was louder and louder than the other!

Dumbledore was sweating profusely and quickly explained: "It's not that I can't mention it, it's just that he has 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 said a faint "Oh", seeming a little disappointed that Voldemort did not match the image he had in mind of the demonic flames that exploded into the sky.

Then he looked at Dumbledore with a look that said, "You didn't even get killed by such a simple thing."

The great Headmaster Dumbledore felt a little tight in his chest.

But immediately Harry's eyes lit up and he muttered something: "Anyone who chants my name will avoid the demons, will not fall into hell, and will enjoy eternal life! Damn it, this feeling is even worse than that of the Emperor of Desolation!"

Dumbledore said without mercy: "Wake up, stop dreaming."

"Coach, I want to learn this." Harry said.

"This magic is not very good, why are you learning it?" Dumbledore advised.

"At least the phone bill will be saved. Think about it, no matter where you are in the world, as long as you read your name, you can be contacted. There is no need to cross provinces, cross countries, international roaming, or long distance." Harry was 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 the person is. As for what he is talking about, you don't know anything."

Harry was a little disappointed. This magic sounded very high-end, but it was useless.

"What do you mean when you say this is cursed magic?" Harry reacted.

"This is actually a spell that curses other people's misfortune. The effect is to make others lose galleons and eat slugs...but it was later improved by Voldemort and he used this spell on his own name."

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

Dumbledore's face twitched, I've told you so much, it was all in vain.

He didn't want to talk any more about this matter: "Okay, I'll teach you."

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After a lot of rambling.

Harry fanned his long eyelashes and looked at Dumbledore with pure eyes: "Headmaster, why are you telling me these things? What about Horcruxes, what about the Dark Lord resurrecting, what kind of war, I'm just a first-year student.

, Oh, I’m about to be in my second year. Don’t you still have such a dangerous thing? As long as you take action, Voldemort’s bunch of chickens and dogs don’t run away in confusion, and I just need to eat melon with peace of mind behind your broad back.”

Dumbledore's liver hurts.

This is really an eleven-year-old child. Merlin, why do I feel like this is a big hooligan?

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

He quickly looked upright and said righteously: "Eradicating evil is an urgent and sacred mission of our generation. I am just a brick. I can move it wherever it is needed!"

Dumbledore looked at this fighter with firm eyes as if he was determined to devote himself to his cause. Is this really the shameless guy just now? Melly, don't fucking tease me.

"But, Professor, I'm really too weak. I have more ambition than strength." Harry looked sad and angry, as if he was a patriot who wanted to sacrifice his life for his country, but found out that I was dead early in the morning.

The professor finally saw clearly that Harry was an actress.

He snorted coldly: "Oh, why did I hear that you have already studied seventh grade courses by yourself?"

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

"How dare you not know that every time you borrow a book, Mrs. Pince will record it?" Old Dempsey smiled.

"Uh..." Harry's face suddenly changed. He straightened his clothes and said seriously: "Okay, now that you have discovered it, I won't hide it anymore. Yes, I am a thousand years old."

A rare magical genius!"

Dumbledore: "..."

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When the awkward chat was about to end, Dumbledore suddenly stretched out his hand.

Harry looked puzzled: "Borrow money? How much? No more than that!"

"The Philosopher's Stone." Dumbledore's beard puffed up.

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

Dumbledore asked back: "How do you think I knew there was something wrong with Quirrell and returned to school immediately?"

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

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

When Harry took a look, his face turned dark.

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

Dumbledore smiled proudly.

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

"You said it's really strange. A few days ago, I actually saw a little boy and two little girls going in. And the boy looked quite similar to you. Just because of his long hair, you two are on par with each other. In this school

There aren’t many students with long hair.”

Damn, I cut my hair right after the holiday.

Harry thought fiercely, but he also knew that Dumbledore was absolutely certain that he had taken the Philosopher's Stone.

He was also very bachelor: "Yes, I took it away. However, I saw that it was just a tattered stone. I threw it away when I went out. Who knew it could be the legendary magic stone."

Dumbledore's expected continued questioning did not happen.

He was silent for a moment, looking a little sad: "He is dead."

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

Harry did not expect that Nick Flamel, the owner of the Philosopher's Stone, was dead.

Dumbledore said: "He was killed shortly after I took away the Sorcerer's Stone. I took away the Sorcerer's Stone not only to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, but also to protect him. But unfortunately, even if he did not have the Sorcerer's Stone, Voldemort would still be alive."

I didn’t let him go.”

Harry's eyebrows moved.

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

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

Because he had no grudge against Voldemort, and if he killed Voldemort, it would be easy.

Oh, Voldemort is a bad guy, kill him.

That's all.

He will never chase after Voldemort and won't 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 been involved in this matter as a party involved. Voldemort and his gang of Death Eaters were really scum, damn it - this was the thought that arose in Harry's mind at this time.

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

"If you lose the Philosopher's Stone, just throw it away. My old friend was already prepared to die. I wanted to remember him by using the Philosopher's Stone as a relic, but there is nothing I can do if I lose it. Fortunately, I have him."

There are a lot of things, research notes, photos..."

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After Harry walked out of 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 Harry had the nerve to say this, oh, not only did he take away the Sorcerer's Stone, but he also wanted to take away the Magic Mirror. This was too shameless.

If it doesn’t exist, it won’t exist anymore. Alas, it’s a pity.

Harry strode away, his steps light and easy.

This year is finally coming to an end.

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