Chapter 100: Severus,Wizard Has Appeared Who Can Rival Your Tongue
"Quick, go!"
The moment Dumbledore appeared, Voldemort's voice immediately sounded.
However, just as he was returning control of his body to Quirrell, Dumbledore suddenly made a move.
With a light flick of the wand in his hand, a white light darted out nimbly.
The light was like a roll of silken satin, or an unbreakable rope, and in the blink of an eye, it spanned the entire room, tightly binding the still-unresponsive Quirrell.
"Damn it!"
Quirrell had just regained control of his body when he was restrained by Dumbledore's sudden move. His eyes filled with terror as he struggled frantically.
But under the white satin summoned by Dumbledore, the more he tried to break free, the more he resembled a fly caught in a spiderweb, and the satin tightened its hold even further.
Quirrell even felt like he was about to suffocate.
"No! This is impossible!" Quirrell shrieked, his voice sharp with fear. "Dumbledore, you can't do this to me!"
"You useless fool! Didn't you say you had lured Dumbledore away? How could he be here?!" Voldemort's angry voice echoed from the back of Quirrell's head.
"Don't think you can trap me here!"
Voldemort roared, and then chanted a string of spells.
In the next moment, a thick black smoke poured out of Quirrell's body, surging outwards while roaring—
"Dumbledore, I will return!"
His voice still hung in the air as Voldemort transformed into a black shadow, disappearing into the darkness with astonishing speed.
Only Quirrell, his body limp, was left behind.
"No, Master, you can't do this to me..."
Until Voldemort left, Dylan remained standing in place, never making another move.
However, he had remained vigilant the entire time, always prepared to use magic directly.
—To prevent Dumbledore from silently invading his thoughts.
Everything returned to silence.
Dumbledore didn't stop Voldemort from leaving, only looking down at Quirrell, who had fallen unconscious due to the intense mental shock of his originally merged soul being separated again.
Dumbledore sighed softly. "Professor Quirrell, you shouldn't have plotted against a young wizard."
With that, he turned his head to look at Dylan.
Dylan clutched his wand, then blinked twice.
Occlumency, full power!
However, he had been mentally prepared for Old Dumbledore's appearance, so he wasn't overly panicked at this moment. Instead, he tilted his head, asking with a bewildered expression, "Headmaster, was that Voldemort just now?"
Dumbledore nodded, his expression gentle, his gaze lingering on Dylan for a moment.
Dylan continued, "Then why didn't you directly intervene just now and completely get rid of him?"
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled kindly. "In his current state, he can't cause too much trouble. If I had killed him, perhaps another Tom would have awakened."
"At that time, his wisdom might no longer be so twisted and chaotic; he would be even more dangerous."
"And even if I had acted, I might not have been able to destroy his remaining soul fragment."
Dumbledore didn't hide anything, frankly giving Dylan the answers.
This surprised Dylan somewhat. What did Old Dumbledore mean by this?
Before he could speak again, Dumbledore suddenly asked, "Child, do you want to learn dark magic?"
Dylan almost couldn't control the twitching of his lips.
Were Old Dumbledore's questions always this direct?
After a two-second pause, Dylan didn't deliberately lie.
Lying would create loopholes, but telling the truth would not.
So he just looked back at Dumbledore, then pursed his lips slightly and said, "If you're referring to those extremely evil spells just now, I have no interest in them."
—After all, they were already max level. What interest was there to have?
Dumbledore's gaze lingered on Dylan for a while, and he realized that the young wizard was actually telling the truth.
Even though Severus had taught him Occlumency, but... how could a young wizard operate such an advanced spell?
Especially in the situation where he had suddenly appeared.
When a person was nervous or emotionally agitated, not only would the defenses of Occlumency have loopholes, but even the emotions emanating from the person themselves could be easily perceived by others.
Dumbledore only sensed various non-negative emotions from Dylan, such as doubt, incomprehension, and a desire to know.
He hadn't even detected the slightest trace of being twisted by dark magic on the boy.
—In fact, Dylan was indeed thinking about something at this moment.
And that was…
Old Dumbledore's sudden appearance just now didn't seem like he had used the power of the phoenix to Apparate directly here.
In other words, had the other party been here watching Voldemort teach him dark magic hand-in-hand for quite a while?
Then how had the other party concealed his presence?
Advanced Disillusionment Charm?
If he had mastered this ability, wouldn't he no longer need to spend ten thousand Galleons every time something happened to get an Invisibility Cloak?
A flick of the wand, simple and easy to use!
The Disillusionment Charm and Invisibility Charm he had mastered before were both relatively low-level concealment spells, and they both had flaws and weren't convenient to use.
They not only required skill but also had requirements for the terrain.
Besides that, there were many strict conditions.
Such as not being able to move, not being true invisibility but just turning transparent, etc.
—"Wait, could it be that Old Dumbledore had been crouching in place the whole time, not moving at all?"
An image of Dumbledore curled up, holding his wand, secretly watching Quirrell suddenly appeared in Dylan's mind.
"Is this Harry's Invisibility Cloak?"
Old Dumbledore's gaze swept back and forth over Dylan, who only had his head visible.
At this moment, Dylan's body was concealed by the Invisibility Cloak, only his head floating in mid-air.
"This..."
Dylan also suddenly remembered that he was still wearing an Invisibility Cloak processed by his system.
Old Dumbledore's sudden question left him momentarily unsure how to explain.
He could only take off the Invisibility Cloak, folding it while thinking about how to answer.
However, just at this moment—
"Dylan! Are you alright?!"
A burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the door.
Dumbledore and Dylan turned their heads to look at the same time.
They saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushing in.
Seeing the two people standing in the room, Harry paused, his steps stopping. "Professor Dumbledore? What are you doing here?"
Hermione blinked her eyes several times. "Professor McGonagall said you went to a meeting?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "I did go to a meeting, but I rushed back."
"Did he die? Did he try to steal the Philosopher's Stone, so you guys killed him?" Ron exclaimed, seeing Quirrell lying on the ground.
Dylan's lips twitched. "No, he's not dead, just unconscious."
Harry's eyes lit up. "Then Vol—I mean, the mysterious person? Did you catch him? It must have been him who ordered Quirrell, right?"
Dylan shook his head. "No, Voldemort ran away—scared off by the Headmaster."
"What, the mysterious person was just here?!"
Ron shrank back his neck upon hearing Dylan directly call Voldemort by his name.
He had practically grown up listening to terrifying stories about Voldemort. "Don't call him that! Be careful he doesn't pop out from somewhere and eat you!"
Dylan blinked. "It's okay, he's already run off, but..."
"He seemed to have run off in the direction you guys came from. Didn't you bump into him?"
Ron was so frightened that he cried out again. "Ah? Could that black shadow I saw just now have been the mysterious person?!"
Harry's eyebrows twitched violently. He couldn't help but reach up to touch his forehead, rubbing it gently. "I knew it was hurting so much just now."
Hermione glanced at Harry. "I noticed that black shadow was avoiding you."
Ron came back to his senses, calmed down for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "Hahaha! I knew that black shadow was acting suspiciously. So, did we scare off the mysterious person?"
Hermione felt relieved after seeing Dumbledore there and Dylan unharmed.
Hearing Ron's words, she couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at him. "Even if you did, it was Harry's doing. If you had been alone, he might have already possessed you."
Ron curled his lip. "Tch!"
He looked towards the center of the room. "Huh? It's that magic mirror! What's the magic mirror doing here?"
Hermione facepalmed. "Obviously—the Professor put it here!"
Ron scratched his head again. "What did the Professor put the magic mirror here for? Did he want to take advantage of the mysterious person looking in the mirror, let him see his desires, and then die of embarrassment?"
"..."
The others present couldn't help but twitch their lips upon hearing Ron's words. Even Dumbledore's white beard twitched slightly.
"Ahem!" Old Dumbledore cleared his throat lightly. "Alright, the matter here is settled. You should leave quickly. I will have the other professors handle things here."
Harry trotted over to Dylan, circled him a few times, and after confirming that there were no injuries on him and that he didn't feel unwell, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave with his friends.
However, Dylan stood still, not moving.
"Hmm? Dylan, what's wrong?" Harry couldn't help but look over.
Dylan first took off the Invisibility Cloak in his hand and stuffed it into Harry's hands.
Only then did Harry notice the thing Dylan had been holding.
When the cloak was in his arms, he lowered his head blankly, looking at the thing he couldn't see but could feel.
Huh?
Before more thoughts could emerge in Harry's mind,
Dylan took the lead and reached into his pocket, taking out a red stone.
"Headmaster, please don't forget to take this stone back."
Dylan's face was open and sincere. "The professors left so many arrangements, but none of them could stop Voldemort. If the Philosopher's Stone is left with me, I'll definitely be in great danger."
Dumbledore seemed to only then remember the Philosopher's Stone. He laughed a few times. "Oh dear, look at my memory. Getting old, my memory is just not what it used to be. I almost forgot the Philosopher's Stone."
A smile hung on Dylan's lips.
—What a load of rubbish!
Old Dumbledore must be testing his attitude towards the Philosopher's Stone, right?
Dumbledore's tightly gripped wand lifted slightly, and the Philosopher's Stone in Dylan's hand slowly floated up, coming before Dumbledore. Then, with a flick of his robes, the Philosopher's Stone disappeared into his sleeve.
"This is truly a magical thing. Just holding it, I can feel a very magical power flowing in my palm."
Dylan smiled and spoke directly.
Dumbledore also followed up, asking, "Dylan, do you want to possess this stone that turns things to gold?"
Dylan tilted his head slightly. "This stone is very magical. If I could study it, I would be very willing."
He raised a harmless smile. "After all, Professor Snape said that with a gifted person like him right in front of them, helping them learn potions, yet no one thinks of studying him in depth, their heads must be filled with magic slugs."
—"When did I ever say such a thing?"
A low voice suddenly sounded.
Dylan's expression froze, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately changed his words. "I mean, Professor Snape roughly expressed a similar sentiment."
As soon as the words fell, he turned his head, looking at Professor Snape walking in from the door with a surprised expression, as if he had just noticed the other party.
"Eh? Professor Snape, how did you get here so quickly? Headmaster Dumbledore and I were just talking about you."
Professor Snape walked towards the group with an expressionless face, his steps unhurried, his black robes swaying behind him with each step.
His gaze fell on Dylan, but there wasn't a ripple in his eyes, like a deep, bottomless pool of stagnant water.
Dylan watched Professor Snape not speak, just staring intently at him, and the smile on his face became increasingly awkward.
"Hmph, if I hadn't come, how would I have heard that there are actually little wizards who dare to spread rumors about me behind my back?"
Professor Snape's low voice was magnetic as he gave a soft humph.
Dylan blinked, not hearing any anger in those words, and immediately seized the opportunity.
"Hehehe, you heard that just now?" Dylan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, paused slightly, and tried to salvage the situation.
"Actually, what I meant was... what was it? It's that in my heart, you're like a gifted person! Talented and with outstanding looks, teaching us little wizards is simply our good fortune!"
Ron and Harry and the others listened, their lips twitching.
Ron muttered even quieter in his heart, "You can keep that good fortune for yourself."
—He didn't even dare to mutter quietly, because the professors would definitely hear him.
"Hahahaha!" Dumbledore, watching Snape and Dylan's reactions from the side, couldn't help but laugh loudly.
"Severus, it seems a wizard has appeared who can rival your tongue, hahahahaha!"
Snape cast a cold glance at Dumbledore.
"Hmph, the great Headmaster Dumbledore, have you finally found something amusing enough to make you laugh heartily?"
(End of chapter)
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