Chapter 19 So, what about the reward? (Please read~Please vote~)

Dumbledore said nothing, he lowered his head and became silent.

After thinking for a while, he slowly said: "Harry, you are a veritable savior. You have courage and determination."

Harry said nothing, and his vertical pupils looked even more narrow in the dim light.

"There are things I can't tell you right now..." Dumbledore paused and spoke as gently as possible.

Harry interrupted: "Then there's no need to talk about it, Principal Dumbledore. I wish you a sweet dream."

Without any delay, he turned around and left.

When Harry pushed open the office door and half stepped out.

Dumbledore called to him: "Wait."

"Harry, sit back first and let me think about it."

Ron raised his head proudly and said smugly: "That person must be Snape. I don't know what kind of treasure it will be. Let him be like this..."

"Before your parents died, they poured all their love into you."

"The possibility that the ancient spell can work." Harry broke down the question and explained in as much detail as possible, "It's also possible that it won't work, right?"

At this point, Harry paused and frowned: "No one can survive the killing curse, except me."

This reminded him of a person whose eyes were also different from ordinary people's, and whose sensitivity was also different from ordinary people's.

Dumbledore's face relaxed slightly: "Yes, so does Neville. There are two children of prophecy, but Voldemort chose you in the end."

"The day we first went to find Hagrid." Ron talked excitedly, "He said that on the day Gringotts was robbed, he went to pick up a package for Principal Dumbledore."

"The warrior who killed the giant monster is back!" Someone raised their arms and shouted.

He poked the sorting hat: "Speak, didn't you say you had something to tell me?"

When Harry first climbed in.

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to open his mouth, he immediately added: "It won't be too much, I know the right amount."

"This power will always protect you - although sooner or later the physical protection will end."

Harry was silent.

This is a commission, and witchers never do unpaid tasks.

"If I can do something, I'll be happy, but you have to tell me the reason. I can't be ignorant. I don't know anything. It's like a grievance, being manipulated like a puppet show."

"Gringotts didn't throw anything else away. The criminal must have targeted that thing."

Harry lifted the troll's head placed in the center of the table and waved to Ron: "Come on, Ron, don't you have anything else to tell me?"

The two of them walked to the bedroom.

The sixth-year wizard on the side, who had obviously been stabbed hard, blushed and argued hard and reluctantly: "Is it because I can't do it?"

Ron muttered: "You are so dirty."

Harry will eventually face Voldemort.

At this age, I can't learn any advanced magic spells at all. Besides...a powerful magic spell can't decide anything. What you need most in battle is your brain.

A kind of monster that can also... to a certain extent, be resurrected from the dead - the deer-headed spirit. It will randomly curse passers-by in its territory with black magic. As long as the cursed person does not leave the territory, no matter how many times it dies, it will

can be resurrected again.

Ron was stunned and his expression froze: "Do you know that thing?"

Ron blinked.

"This is something that many sixth-year wizards haven't been able to do yet." Fred agreed.

Ron was a little disappointed and sighed: "Oh, okay, but what is that magic stone?"

"Don't worry, he won't do anything to you..."

"Hermione is there," Harry replied.

Harry pursed his lips.

Harry rubbed his face, drank the remaining milk in the cup, and turned around to leave without any delay.

“It’s so annoying to have to keep up with their teaching ideas every time!”

Dumbledore was stunned again. He was very confused: "Remuneration?"

"I need you to try to confront him." Seeing that he was silent, Dumbledore continued, "This ancient curse has not appeared for a long time. I need to know what kind of effect it has.

.”

Harry shook his head: "I am qualified to conduct the Gryffindor Trial. It is in my hands, as it should be."

Harry did not continue talking to Ron. He did not mention a word of the agreement he made with Dumbledore - this was not something a young wizard should bear.

Ron looked complicated.

He met Harry's gaze and added: "Really."

"Harry, do you know what I saw when I went to find the professor?" Ron shouted impatiently as soon as he entered the dormitory, before the door was closed.

No matter how the prophecy will come true.

"Just protecting you..."

"It's the Philosopher's Stone." Harry waved his hand, interrupting him.

He clenched his fists and unclenched them.

Moreover, the greatest white wizard of this century opposite him only received Galleons, which was like entering a treasure mountain and returning empty-handed.

Curse?

Harry waved his hand and said thoughtfully: "Only me can?"

"What about the reward?" Harry weighed it in his mind.

But I am not short of galleons.

Ron took a deep breath and said with a serious expression: "I saw Professor Snape. He was going to the fourth floor - you know, the fourth floor corridor that the principal said was not allowed."

It reminded him of a monster.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "What?"

In the world of witchers, Triss had done a detailed examination for herself. If there was any, she would have told herself already.

Harry smirked and responded one by one.

"Dumbledore." Harry walked back into the room and addressed him without adding the word "headmaster." "You can do whatever you want me to do."

Harry waved his hand and interrupted him: "No, there is nothing about Professor Snape, only Quirrell. Principal Dumbledore and I have confirmed it."

Harry was very confident: "Of course, if you ask me to take the risk to do such a thing, I can't get anything."

"Voldemort was bitten by the curse, and you survived."

Dumbledore nodded and smiled slightly: "Of course, Harry, I believe you."

"No, she's worth it." Harry interrupted her, "Hermione is also a Gryffindor, and...she was injured and went to the school doctor's office because she wanted to help me."

"She is only an eleven-year-old child. It is normal to be immature. She should be given a chance to correct herself when she makes a mistake, right?" Harry asked further.

Dumbledore nodded.

"What?"

"Dumbledore told me." Harry picked up the Sorting Hat and examined it carefully, "And the one who wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone is not Professor Snape, but Quirrell."

"Voldemort is the enemy who killed my blood relatives."

Harry played with his wand: "You can't kill him, is it because... you don't have enough strength, or is it because after killing him, he will still, or have a chance to resurrect?"

He waved and Harry sat down.

Harry understood: "So... I am a special potion against Voldemort?"

"The Sorting Hat is already in your hands." Dumbledore spread his hands.

Dumbledore breathed out, his tone a little tired: "I want to believe him."

"Although the scar reacts."

Harry nodded: "Yes, you are very smart, indeed."

"Taking a bath is really painful." The Sorting Hat sighed, "You don't know how rough this guy Weasley is."

Harry said nothing, his eyes were sharp.

Harry took a deep breath and stopped thinking about the deer-headed spirit.

"In order to protect you, your mother used a very ancient spell to protect you."

But soon he stuck his head out again, baring his teeth and claws: "Harry, you should know what it means!"
To be continued...