Time returned to an earlier time.
"Faint on the ground!"
"Key flying to me!"
"Shadowless Blade God!" "Shattered Bones!"
"Petrify!"
At an even earlier moment, Malfoy had arrived at his final destination before Quirrell and the Iron Triangle. He walked into the final room and slowly came to the front of the Eris Magic Mirror.
"Only those who don't want the Sorcerer's Stone can get it." Malfoy chuckled. He reached into his right pocket and a stone appeared in his hand. "Sorry, I don't lack money. I don't want immortality, which is full of side effects." Thinking of this, he played with the stone a few times, but felt that it was not interesting, so he put it back in his pocket. "As for you, Voldemort, you'll be able to witness how deep the illusion is. Both the magic mirror and the Lifestone will show the same scene. That will be very interesting." He chuckled softly and took out another stone from his left pocket.
"This thing can really burn." Malfoy looked at the stone and couldn't help but smile.
It was the Lifestone he picked up from Gunter's mansion.
"Seeing your own resurrection should be a unique achievement, right? Voldemort, thank me." Somehow, he placed the other stone into the mirror.
If the Eris Magic Mirror could give the Sorcerer's Stone to someone who didn't want it, it could also give the Lifestone to someone who didn't want it. After all, both Voldemort and Quirrell wanted the Lifestone.
"Falling from heaven to hell shouldn't feel good." Malfoy had returned to his dorm and pretended to be studying seriously.
Voldemort held the Lifestone in his hand. After enjoying the illusion for a short while, he returned to reality because the stone had shattered. It was already good that the three Holy Artifacts could be preserved like this. However, after being held by someone, it would be hard for them to survive.
As the most powerful Dark Sorcerer, Voldemort naturally had a resistance against illusions. However, this resistance was always limited. Under normal circumstances, he might be immersed in the illusion for a dozen seconds before waking up. However, right now, he was completely immersed in the illusion. In less than three seconds, the stone shattered. Realizing that he had been deceived, Voldemort was furious.
The Lifestone seemed to be very powerful. Even Voldemort's spirit was shaken. He found that he couldn't use his remaining magic power and even affected his host, Quirrell.
"Quirrell, what did you tell me? There's a Sorcerer's Stone here? " That sharp voice was unusually cold. Voldemort, who had regained his calm, only wanted to vent his anger. This subordinate of his seemed to be a good choice.
"Master, I don't know. That stone is definitely with Potter... I'll find it after I kill him." Quirrell said in horror. He couldn't imagine what kind of punishment he would receive. In order to gain merit, he hurriedly pounced towards Harry. He had also realized that there was something wrong with his body and could only choose to engage in a physical fight.
Harry had already fainted. Quirrell grabbed his neck, only to feel an unbearable pain in his hand. "Master, I can't hold him … My hand … My hand!" Quirrell howled in pain. His hand was glowing red, as though it had been burned by fire.
"Tom, you've really returned." An aged voice suddenly sounded from all around the room.
"Damn it." Voldemort cursed inwardly before turning silent.
"No, master! Don't abandon me! I can still kill Potter! " Quirrell could feel his strength draining away. That person was leaving his body. Quirrell's expression grew more and more terrified. It was unknown if he was afraid that Voldemort would immediately kill him or if he was fearful of his future life in Azkaban.
"Foolish fellow, you've ruined my plans." Voldemort did his best to adjust his state of mind. Perhaps it was very humiliating, but he could only choose to escape. However, he would never have thought that today's matter was done by someone who was incomparably loyal to him.
"Dumbledore, just you wait. I'll be back." In the end, he could only leave behind a ruthless sentence before fleeing with his tail between his legs.
Dumbledore didn't try to make him stay. Perhaps he knew that it was impossible to make him stay, or perhaps he knew that it was meaningless. However, behind his glasses, a trace of clarity appeared in his muddy old eyes, as if he was pleasantly surprised.
"It's time to have a good chat with that little friend." He rubbed his nose that had already been broken several times as he muttered to himself. Now, the old man's gaze had already become astonishingly sharp.
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There wasn't much difference from the original timeline. Everything that had happened to Harry and Quirrell in the dungeon had spread like wildfire. Perhaps it had even been embellished and embellished by someone. The majority of the students still believed the official words, while the majority of Slythrin's students found it hard to accept.
"Draco, I have a bad premonition." Pansy whispered as he sat beside Malfoy.
There was a jubilant atmosphere in the auditorium. The school was holding a year-end banquet, and the students of the four academies were gathered together. The auditorium was decorated with the green and silver colors that represented Slythrin to celebrate their seventh consecutive year of winning the School Cup. On the wall behind the main guest stand, there was a huge banner with a Slythrin snake painted on it.
"What's the matter, Pansy?" Malfoy asked.
Pansy pursed his lips and pointed to the door of the auditorium. It was Harry who walked in slowly. The moment he entered, the auditorium was suddenly silent, and then suddenly everyone began to talk loudly again.
"I feel that this fellow will earn a lot of points for Gryffindor. Look at the announcement that Dumbledore made. It was so biased. At that time, I felt that he could have been directly expelled if he went to the dungeon." Pansy stared at Harry as if he was looking at a mortal enemy.
"Not only that, they are a luxurious gift package for the four of them." Malfoy thought in his heart, but he didn't feel anything. Whether it was in his previous life or this life, he was a person who didn't have a sense of collective honor.
"Then be mentally prepared to see the ugliness of the adult world." Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair.
"Are we really going to lose?" she asked.
"I didn't say that." Malfoy immediately spread out his hands to express his innocence.
After a while, Dumbledore also arrived, and the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided. "Another year has passed!" Dumbledore said happily. "Before you enjoy these delicious dishes, I have to trouble everyone to listen to an old man's cliché. What an exciting year this has been! Your little brains are definitely richer than before. You have the whole summer vacation ahead of you. You can digest those things well before the start of the next semester. Let your minds clear up.
"Now, as far as I know, we must first proceed with the School Championship Award Ceremony. The specific scores of each academy are as follows: Fourth place, Gryffindor, 312 points; Third place, Hufflepuff, 352 points; Ravenclaw, 426 points; Slythrin, 492 points."
Neville wasn't present that day. Compared to the previous world, Gryffindor should still be in third place because they had an additional 50 points. However, Neville's academic prowess completely suppressed Miss Know-It-All, and the extra points in class offset the difference. Even Slythrin's score was higher than before.
There was a burst of thunderous cheers and stomping sounds at the Slythrin's table. Malfoy was expressionless, and Pansy seemed to be in a bad mood because of the words just now. The dark clouds in her heart couldn't be removed.
"Yes, yes, your performance is not bad," Dumbledore said. "However, a few things that have happened recently must also be taken into account." The auditorium became very quiet, and the smiles of the Slythrins also faded a little. "Uh, uh." Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I still have some last points to distribute. Let me take a look. Yes. "The first item — Mr. Ron Weasley." Ron's face flushed red instantly, and he looked like a carrot that was exposed to the sun. "He won the most exciting game of chess at Hogwarts in many years. I reward the Gryffindor Academy with 50 points."
The cheers of the Gryffindors almost toppled the enchanted ceiling. The stars above their heads seemed to be trembling slightly. Percy could be heard loudly telling the other leaders, "It's my younger brother, you know! My youngest brother! He successfully passed Professor Mag's giant chessboard formation! "
Everyone finally calmed down again. "The second item — Miss Hermione Granger. She calmly carried out logical reasoning in the face of fire. Not only that, she also calmly used a spell to help her teammates on the chessboard, and used the knowledge from the herbalism class to get rid of the pestering plants. I want to reward the Gryffindor Academy with 60 points." Hermione buried her face in her arms. No one knew what she was feeling. Harry suspected that she was so happy that she was crying, but her mood was extremely sour at the moment. "He knows everything. The Devil's Web, the simplified obstacle spell. He knows everything. He helped us, but now we are the only ones who get bonus points." Then, she silently raised her head and looked in the direction of Slythrin, only to see Malfoy sitting upright with no expression. "Maybe these bonus points should have gone to him." She wanted to stand up and tell Dumbledore, but she couldn't speak.
"The third item — Harry Potter," Dumbledore said. The auditorium suddenly became very quiet. "He showed great courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I want to reward the Gryffindor Academy with 70 points."
The noise was simply deafening. Those students who were shouting until their voices were hoarse and counting the points in their hearts knew that Gryffindor now had 492 points — exactly the same as Slythrin's score. They were already close to the champion of the School Cup — if only Dumbledore gave Harry one point.
Dumbledore raised a hand. The auditorium gradually quieted down again.
"There are many kinds of courage." Dumbledore smiled. "We need superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, and we also need a lot of courage to stand our ground in front of our friends. Therefore, I want to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom with 10 points. "
If someone was standing outside the auditorium at this moment, they might think that there was an explosion here. The cheers at the Gryffindor table became louder and louder. Harry and Ron immediately stood up and cheered loudly. Neville was so shocked that his face turned pale. In an instant, he was drowned by the crowd that rushed up to hug him. He had never won a single point for Gryffindor! Everyone seemed to have gone crazy, except for Hermione. She just slowly stood up from her seat and gently clapped her hands. No one noticed her abnormality.
"This means," Dumbledore had to shout loudly to drown out the thunderous cheers, because even the students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the sudden defeat of Slythrin. "We need to make some small changes to the decorations here."
He clapped his hands. Immediately, those green hanging ribbons became bright red, and the silver ribbons became gold. The giant Slythrin snake disappeared, and in its place was a majestic Gryffindor lion.
Snape was shaking hands with Professor Mag. He forced an awkward smile on his face. His gaze met Harry's, and Harry instantly understood that Snape's attitude towards him had not changed at all. Harry felt that there was nothing to worry about. It seemed that his life would return to normal next year, or at least return to Hogwarts' usual state.
This was the best night of Harry's life. It was even better than winning the Quidditch competition and celebrating Christmas. He would never, ever forget this night.
"Why do you look like you already knew that we would lose?" Pansy's head drooped. Unfortunately, Malfoy's jinxed prediction had come true. "The academy's seven-match winning streak was ended in our first year here. Why? You performed so well in class, why didn't you give us more points? "Pansy hammered Malfoy's shoulder. Her body was shaking with anger, and she looked like she was going to cry at any moment. She also knew that she was being unreasonable. The situation had already shown that no matter how high Slythrin's points were, they would be surpassed. But she just wanted to vent, she just wanted to vent her anger. She began to sob.
"Don't be angry. The School Championship Competition can't be eaten." Malfoy hugged Pansy and patted her back gently to comfort her. After a while, her crying gradually stopped.
The banquet ended, and the students from the various academies began to disperse.
Malfoy was about to return to his dormitory. He was exhausted from tricking Voldemort a few days ago, and had not had a good rest. As he walked, he couldn't help but think, The repeatability of those mechanisms is really good. As long as Cerberus doesn't die, the key only changes its shape, and the chess pieces can be restored automatically. As for the potion … Malfoy shuddered as he thought of the poison that Dumbledore seemed to drink five years later.
"Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you in his principal's office, Mr. Draco." Professor Mag stopped him with a puzzled expression. "It seems to be some questions for the final exam. He wants to ask you," Professor Mag added. Although Professor Mag didn't like Slythrin very much, she still had to say one word: "satisfied" with this student. So now she was also wondering why Dumbledore would come to her for the final exam. In her opinion, the final exam questions weren't necessarily harder than her usual questions.
"Alright, I understand, Professor Mag." Malfoy nodded. "When did the old bee's mind capture become so powerful? He even knows that I'm thinking of him now, and I'm so far away from him." Of course, that was just a joke. As for why Dumbledore came to him, he knew very well.
"By the way, the password is cockroach pile," Professor Mag added.
"Thank you," Malfoy replied.
Malfoy came to the office for the second time with ease.
As soon as he said the "cockroach pile" password, the stone monster jumped to the side. Surprisingly, the door inside was not closed.
It was still the same familiar layout. All kinds of silverware were emitting smoke. Dumbledore was tearing open the packaging of a honey candy in front of his desk. He seemed to have heard a sound. He looked up and hurriedly waved at him. "Don't stand there. Sit down, my child."
Malfoy was wondering if there was something wrong with his memory or the other party's. The last time they met, they were at daggers drawn, and now this old bee was pretending as if nothing had happened. It was true that the older one got, the more thick-skinned they became.
"It's been hard on you for this School Championship Competition," Dumbledore said to Malfoy kindly as he gave up the packaging of the lollipop.
"What are you talking about, Professor? Why can't I understand?" Malfoy began to play dumb. "Didn't I have some problems with my final exam results? What's the problem? "
"Haha." Dumbledore shook his beard and smiled awkwardly. "It's nothing. It's just that you're too good. I think I need to reward you."
"Thank you, Professor, but I don't need it. I still have to go comfort my little girlfriend. She cried so hard today." Malfoy took a step back in order to advance. What a joke. Did he really think he was a selfless young man who didn't even take the opportunity to be taken advantage of?
"I think the trauma of the heart needs this to be treated." Dumbledore took out a delicate bottle filled with a sparkling liquid from his pocket. Even through the glass, Malfoy could feel the powerful mana fluctuations, as well as a hint of holiness.
Lying through your teeth. Since when can the tears of the Phoenix be used to treat trauma? Malfoy cursed in his heart, but still took the bottle. "I think this thing should have some use, right? Thank you very much. " He paused for a moment and then said, "By the way, Professor, a few days ago when I was strolling around the school, I found a strange stone. Can you take a look at it for me?" He reached into his pocket and took out the Philosopher's Stone and put it on the table.
"Oh, what a magical stone. I think I'll have to study it for a few days." Dumbledore said as he adjusted his glasses. Then he kept the Philosopher's Stone in his arms. Then he asked sincerely, "Harry said he also saw a strange stone. Do you know what it is?"
"Take that stone. For you, if you can get that stone, you should be able to see the same person as in the Mirror of Eris. It looks like the same series as your wand. But now, it should have turned to dust," Malfoy said lightly, then turned around and left, leaving Dumbledore with his back to him.
No one saw Dumbledore's hand suddenly grip the corner of the table. His sister's death was the heaviest pain in his life.
Malfoy, who was out of the door, let out a long breath. "It's really troublesome to deal with that old bee." He shook his head. "But in order to repair the relationship, he's really willing to go all out." Thinking of this, he looked at the bottle of Phoenix Tears in his hand. The magic power in it was almost overflowing.
The last time they met, he had proven his strength. This time, the Philosopher's Stone incident showed his position. Dumbledore may still have doubts, but for a child with strength and talent, Dumbledore's choice was of course to be friendly. He was different from Voldemort. He had the love of family and perhaps friends. Dumbledore would naturally try to rope him in. In a sense, he and Voldemort were the same kind of people. They would do anything to achieve their goals. From the fact that he was able to set up a perfect plan to use his own death in the face of certain death, it could be seen that in this sense, he was more terrifying than Voldemort.
Perhaps there were other reasons. If Malfoy was a poor purebred Muggle wizard, he might have been easily manipulated by Old Dumbledore. But now that Malfoy's father was a school director and a person with a lot of power in the wizarding world, Dumbledore could only choose to tempt him.
"Actually, Old Dumbledore, you're really not suitable for education." Malfoy thought of Voldemort's childhood. Tom Riddle was abnormally naughty. He hung a child's rabbit, took other people's things for himself, and even lured two children into a seaside cave. What did Dumbledore do? He used violence to curb violence! He used a burning wardrobe to force Riddle to do penance. He kept saying "love", but in the end, he used such a method to deal with an orphan.
When you can force someone to submit, you don't know that a seed of evil has already been planted. Today, I can't beat you. If you make me submit, then I'll be stronger than you in the future. I can also make you submit. This was perhaps the first lesson that Dumbledore taught Voldemort.
"But none of this matters. The most practical thing is to get the benefits." Malfoy couldn't help but carefully examine the bottle of Phoenix Tears. He was fascinated by the majestic magic power in it. "This thing is much more practical than the old wand. Who knows, it might even be an extra life." Malfoy, who had gained a lot, was in a good mood. He
couldn't help but whistle all the way back to his dorm. Some of the Slythrin students thought that he had gone crazy because of the School Championship.