Chapter 63 Gryffindor takes… (Ch 63)

“You only need to take one look to know. You have seen that deformed face caused by the erosion of dark magic and the deformation of magic.” Dumbledore said calmly.

“You… the mysterious man died eleven years ago. He was killed by that kid in Godric’s Hollow and defeated by Harry Potter. He was just an ordinary dark wizard. And this dark wizard, Quirrell, is going to be cursed…”

Fudge swallowed and paused. “I won’t kill him with the Killing Curse, nor with the Dementor’s Kiss. ​​He is just an ordinary dark wizard. He can be imprisoned in Azkaban and he can’t escape.”

“He’s not You-Know-Who. He’s just an ordinary dark wizard. A brave dark wizard who dares to do that right under your nose. An ordinary… dark wizard!”

Dumbledore sighed. He was extremely disappointed with Fudge at this moment. If Fudge could really get the Aurors to cast a Killing Curse on Voldemort, he would not be so disappointed, because that meant that although Fudge was afraid of Voldemort, he at least believed in his heart that Voldemort was alive.

At this moment, Dumbledore could tell from Fudge’s trembling expression that although Fudge believed in the fact that Voldemort had been resurrected, for the sake of his position as Minister of Magic, he turned a blind eye and sent Voldemort to Azkaban.

That’s just one or two steps different from just releasing him.

“You can take a look at his face.” Dumbledore asked at last, still with a little hope in his heart.

“…I’ve seen it, I know this face, it’s Quirinus Quirrell, Dumbledore…you old fool…” Fudge shook his head quickly, turned around and asked the two Aurors behind him to drag Quirrell away from the ground.

Kaisen frowned and looked at Dumbledore, who nodded helplessly.

The next moment a withered skull flew directly towards Quirrell, but this time it did not explode. Instead, it merged into Quirrell’s flesh and blood. Quickly, Quirrell’s body began to collapse.

Just like a piece of charcoal from beginning to end, it will turn into crumbs with just the slightest touch.

Then a black smoke floated out from Qi Luo’s body and slowly dissipated in the air.

“……Kasen Hiss… Hiss… No, Professor Kasen, considering that you killed a dark wizard this time, the Ministry of Magic will not care about it.” Fudge had a hint of relief on his face, but still said it stubbornly.

“It would be better if you called me Mr. Heath.”

Fudge’s face darkened, but he said nothing and quickly left Hogwarts with the two Aurors.

“…….This Fudge…” Kaisen asked as he stood by the window, looking at the three people from the Ministry of Magic leaving the Hogwarts territory.

“He was not like this many years ago. Although he can’t be called brave, at least… never mind.” Dumbledore sat on the chair: “You did a good job. Even if you didn’t take action, I would have arranged for someone to kill Quirrell in Azkaban.”

“Only a fool would let an enemy escape from under his nose, let alone two.” Kaisen said dimly.

“Um……..”

“By the way, the last time I went to France, I met Nicolas Flamel.”

Dumbledore still nodded, but in fact he had already thought of a reason to run away later.

“He said that when you are done using the Philosopher’s Stone, give it to me.”

“Oh…did he say anything else?”

“He also said… ahem… what alchemy does Dumbledore know? What use can the Philosopher’s Stone be in his hands?”

Dumbledore’s face turned red involuntarily. He took off his glasses awkwardly and wiped them with a velvet cloth.

“…wait until the end of this semester.”

“You still owe me… Let me calculate, the annual salary of the previous alchemy professor was…”

“Here it is, take it.” Dumbledore pulled out an irregular red gem from his pocket and placed it on the desk.

Kaisen picked up the Philosopher’s Stone. Unlike last time, he somehow felt as if the magic power of the Philosopher’s Stone began to flow towards him.

“Hmm? Can you feel this magical fluctuation?”

Dumbledore looked over and pushed his glasses up on his nose.

“It won’t hurt anyway, just let it go.”

“It seems I have to study this so-called Philosopher’s Stone carefully.” Kaisen murmured.

“That’s all later. What you need most right now is another thing. Have you forgotten the final exam?” Dumbledore reminded.

“I will… I’m going to go to the medical wing to check on those four naughty kids first.”

After arriving at the medical wing, Kayson found Madam Pomfrey and was relieved to learn that Ron had woken up.

It’s a pity that I came in a hurry and didn’t bring any fruit basket, but I still have some carnations.

He rubbed his fingers together, produced four carnations and walked in.

“Congratulations to the four of you. You have successfully survived the dark wizard’s wand.”

Harry smiled. It seemed that the physical damage that Quirrell inflicted on him did not cause him any serious problems.

“Oh, Professor, the one behind Quirrell’s head…”

“You guessed right, it’s that person.” Kaisen nodded.

Harry and Neville’s originally calm faces fell in an instant.

“But now he is dead, though not necessarily completely dead.”

“Not necessarily dead…”

“Wait Harry, what are you talking about?” Ron asked.

“Well… just tell me, although others may not believe it.” Kaisen shrugged and said to Harry.

Harry also took a breath: “Voldemort is not dead. He has grown on the back of Quirrell’s head.”

The ward was silent for a moment.

“Really?” Ron and Hermione both looked at Kaisen.

“That’s true. Although he died this time, he may not be completely dead. Maybe he is just like he was eleven years ago. But don’t spread this matter. It may cause panic.”

“But Professor, why? Such a big devil is still alive…”

“If you were the Minister of Magic, or a high-ranking official, I would be happy to let you do the publicity, but unfortunately you are not. In fact, Dumbledore wanted to tell Fudge that Voldemort was not dead yet not to cause panic in the wizarding world, but to organize people to kill him.”

“Did Fugui agree?” Ron asked.

“…Uh-huh.” Kaisen gave him a speechless look.

“Okay.” The four little wizards all lowered their heads dejectedly.

“Oh, by the way, there is one more thing. You didn’t take my words to heart. You didn’t make the right choice between a philosopher’s stone and four lives, so Gryffindor will be deducted… forty points. If you can, you can make up for them within two classes.” Kaisen quickly leaned back and added as he was about to leave the medical wing.

[Because I have set up a comment section for the author in Chapter 3, the review will be a little slower, probably until the morning.]