Harry got up from the bed, and the stinging forehead made him unable to help but reach out to touch it. Then he found himself lying on the bed wearing a blue and white plaid patient uniform.

"Good afternoon, Harry." Dumbledore's old voice came from one side, causing Harry to sit up quickly, and take the round-frame glasses at the head of the bed with him. Dumbledore's kind face and blue eyes appeared in front of him. He was wearing a brown dark gold robe and a white beard that stretched to his waist.

"This is a gift from the worshipper." Dumbledore pointed at the gifts on Harry's bed shelf.

“Worshipper?”

"Maybe the matter between you and Professor Quirrell in the dungeon is not 100% confidential. So..." The old man shrugged. "So all teachers and students in the school know."

Harry looked at the pile of gifts at the foot of the bed with excitement. Dumbledore took out a tear-out snack box from it and said, "It seems that your friend Ron, has saved you the trouble of tearing apart the chocolate frog.

"Ron is fine? Where is Hermione, and Wang Yao! I see him..." Harry couldn't continue to say anything, and he hoped that the scene would be a nightmare.

"It's okay." Dumbledore raised his hand and calmed down Harry. "They're both safe and sound."

"Where is Wang Yao!" Harry captured that Dumbledore used the word "two" instead of three.

"He..." Dumbledore pondered. "He went to a very far place. You may see him in the future, maybe not. But trust me, he is not dead."

"He saved me..." Harry couldn't accept this answer, and was eager to leave the bed and go to find Wang Yao.

"Don't be nervous, my dear child. He won't want you to be like this." Dumbledore pressed Harry's shoulder and said to him softly. His tone seemed to have magic, calming Harry's anxiety down.

"Will he really come back?"

“It will definitely be.”

Dumbledore's words made Harry believe it eight or nine times, and said, "Then the Philosopher's Stone..."

"The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed."

"How did it appear in my hands? I was looking at the mirror and it suddenly appeared in my pocket..."

"Don't you understand?" Dumbledore sat on the bed and interrupted Harry. "No matter who... can only obtain the Philosopher's Stone if anyone really wants to find the Philosopher's Stone, not the one who deliberately wants to use it."

Dumbledore approached Harry with a face, pretending to be mysterious: "This is a good solution I have come up with. Only when we work together can we achieve our goal." After the words, he blinked mischievously.

Harry didn't think too much, and after a smile, he turned to say, "In that mirror... I also saw my parents..."

"You have discovered the fun of the Eris mirror like those before," Dumbledore said meaningfully. "I believe you already know the function of this mirror."

"Does the mirror reflect our desires?" All desires?"

"Yes, it's not right. What the mirror reflects is actually what we desire most in our hearts. Harry, you have never seen family members, so you see them by your side. But remember Harry. This mirror cannot provide us with any knowledge or truth. People will be addicted to the mirror and waste their time in front of the mirror. They may even go crazy because of this. Harry, people cannot live in dreams. Don't rely on dreams and forget about life."

"What about you Professor Dumbledore, what did you see in it."

"Me...I saw me holding a pair of wool socks..." He touched Harry's head, curious about looking at his shoes.

“Socks are never enough to wear.”

"I can give you a few pairs," Harry replied. He thought it was just socks, but he didn't know that in Europe, wool socks mean family affection.

"And Voldemort...will it never come back?"

"I'm afraid..." Dumbledore sat upright, his tone hesitant and heavy. "He still has a way to come back..."

"Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell can't stand you touching him?"

Harry shook his head, saying he didn't know.

"That's because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you. Such actions will leave a mark. But..." Seeing Harry subconsciously touching the lightning scar on his right forehead, Dumbledore smiled and continued, "This mark is invisible. It remains on your skin."

"What mark?"

Dumbledore's tone was extremely gentle: "Love Harry, it's love."

Dumbledore gently rubbed Harry's soft black hair and stood up from the bed. He found a small box of snacks on the shelf, exclaiming with a bit of emotion.

"Oh, Bibidobean."

"When I was a child, I unfortunately ate a bean that tasted very disgusting, and then I never dared to eat it again. But I thought..." Dumbledore hesitated to choose which one.

"I think I should choose a toffee tonic flavor." Dumbledore chose one and put it in his mouth to chew it.

"Oh my god...it's earwax."

...

"I heard there is news to be announced."

"What news?"

"I don't know, but it's obviously related to Professor Quirrell. Hi Harry." The two students muttered in a low voice in the corridor, and saw the person greeting him warmly.

"Hi." Harry reluctantly smiled. He didn't know these two seniors. There were countless students who greeted him along the way, making his face froze.

"I obviously have a share, too..." Ron murmured in a low voice, glanced at Hermione, who was in a depressed mood. Since she learned that Wang Yao was missing, she has become very speechless.

Harry and the other two came to the auditorium. The students had already arrived, sitting in their respective positions and muttering to each other, making a noise. So during the time when Harry walked into his seat, countless students greeted him enthusiastically.

"Quiet." After the students arrived, Dumbledore's tall figure stood up, loud and loudly resounded throughout the auditorium, and the noise disappeared. Countless eyes looked up at the head of the seat.

"I have a few things to announce, and these things will be included in the Academy Cup considerations and some points." Dumbledore looked around the first auditorium, with sharp blue eyes and kindness.

"Ms. Hermione Granger. Use his wisdom to get out of trouble calmly when others are in a major crisis, add 50 points."

"The second is Mr. Ron Weasley. The best chess player, no one in Hogwarts can do it, add 50 points."

"Mr. Harry Potter, with extraordinary courage and great courage. I will add another 60 points to Gryffindor College."

If no news is announced, there will be cheers erupting, except for Slytherin College.

...

Move the stone staircase

The applause and cheers in the auditorium came here vaguely, and some people in the murals seemed to be curious and listened.

One floor platform, in front of a mural.

She was a beautiful girl wearing a Victorian white lace dress. She stood in front of the painting, holding a few light and white pure white flowers in her hand, and stood on tiptoe to look out of the painting, as if she was looking at someone waiting for someone.
Chapter completed!