A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Dizzy for a while...

Things in the room distorted, Harry seemed to see Voldemort smiling at him, which was an absolute hallucination, and the next thing he saw was the chandelier on the ceiling of the school hospital and the white walls.

"Harry." Ginny jumped up excitedly, but was grabbed by Ron, "Don't touch him."

"Oh, yes," Ginny said, "we'll tell Madam Pomfrey—"

Madam Pomfrey appeared. She first performed a series of complicated examinations on Harry. Although no problems were found in the end, she strongly advised Harry to stay for a while, "Your situation is very special, be careful of leaving sequelae. ," she warned.

Harry touched his forehead subconsciously, the scar was burning hot, but it felt like the skin was ripped.

"Get back to bed," Madam Pomfrey ordered, leaning in, then took out a sticky ointment and smeared a thick smear on his forehead despite Harry's grin.

"You only have ten minutes to visit. The child needs to rest now," she said firmly to the others.

When she was out, Harry looked around, Ginny took his hand, Hermione smiled at him with a book in her hand (upside down from the cover), and Ron gave him a terrified, evasive look look at him.

Harry suddenly thought of the freckled red-haired boy on the train six years ago.

"So you're reconciled?" he snapped, referring to Ginny and Ron.

"Hmm." Ron looked a little flustered, wishing the question had been raised later. He glanced at Ginny, then looked at Hermione pleadingly for help, as if hoping that someone would rescue him, but that hope was in vain.

So all he could do was say:

"Well, I--you know--Ginny and I--we made up long ago--within two weeks of your sickness in the hospital--"

Harry looked at Ginny, who said in a calm tone what he thought was quite terrifying. "I seriously thought about it, but I couldn't really kill Ron, so..." She shrugged.

Harry thought about it for a while, and decided not to respond to Ginny's words. He thought about it before saying:

"I was in the hospital for two weeks?"

He looked at Ron suspiciously, then turned to Ginny and Hermione, trying to confirm it was a joke, but judging from their expressions, Ron was telling the truth. He literally spent two weeks in a coma in his hospital bed.

"It was scary when you first arrived," Hermione said in horror. "The scar on your forehead kept bleeding like a new wound. Ginny was crying and wiping the blood off her face, Luo. Well, it's like a troll with a pestle there, motionless."

Harry looked at Ginny and Ron with a warm feeling in his heart.

"Actually, everyone is worried about you," Ginny blushed softly, and she said softly, "Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Hepp spent the whole day in the ward, forbidding anyone to come in, not even Madam Pomfrey, We were all terrified and thought you..." She gave Harry a careful look, "Hermione was so nervous that she scratched her face."

Harry gradually made sense of what had happened.

Two weeks ago, Dumbledore and Professor Hepp called him to classroom 7 to try to solve the piece of Voldemort's soul in his body. Del's personality is not an opponent at all. With the help of Professor Heppe, Riddle successfully absorbed the soul from the gold cup and locket. He also wanted to absorb the piece from his body, trying to replace it with the real Voldemort.

Harry also saw Voldemort's madness, and he would rather destroy his two Horcruxes with his own hands than compromise.

After that... Harry's expression was stunned, and then it was too messy, even the soul fragments in his body were affected, he felt severe pain, Voldemort's remnant seemed to intend to open a door or a big hole in his forehead, There was a penetrating scream from his mouth, but Harry wasn't sure if it was his intention or if it was Voldemort's remnant.

"Professor Hepp told us," said Ron, "that he and Dumbledore teamed up to perform a complex magic involving souls that we don't understand...but do know to protect you from Voldemort's soul fragments—"

"Ron!" Harry couldn't help crying.

"It's alright," Ron seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, "Ginny knows it too. There's no way to hide such a big thing, Dumbledore told her personally..."

He glanced at Harry, who was a little overwhelmed, out of the corner of his eye, and continued:

"They said that the piece of soul was revived in your body. What they did was to make it quiet again. Now it seems to be effective. At least your scar is no longer bleeding, but gradually healed..." He chatted Nagging, as if thinking that I can get away with it.

Harry was a little bewildered.

So, the plan did fail? His horcrux identity hasn't changed, and to make matters worse, the last two horcruxes have been destroyed, he is the only one, the last horcrux... His throat is suddenly blocked, he can't breathe, a dark Thoughts came to mind: If he died now, it would all be over.

"Oh, right." Hermione gestured towards Ron, pointing to her own finger. Ron suddenly said, "Dumbledore asked us to instruct you, don't take off the ring on your hand, I guess there is a particularly powerful protection spell hidden in it."

Harry bowed his head and stared at his left hand, which wore a rough black gemstone ring that he hadn't noticed before.

It is the resurrection stone. Harry's eyes widened, Dumbledore had shown him before.

A series of thoughts flashed in his mind, and finally settled on the most reasonable one. The resurrection stone is related to the soul. Dumbledore should think that it can protect himself in the moment, so he wears it on his hand. But what he desires more is another function of the resurrection stone, like the function of the mirror of Erised, which is much stronger than that...

His heart was pounding.

"It's time, you guys come out!" Madam Pomfrey called to them from the door, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron stood up, and Ginny kissed Harry on the corner of the mouth, telling him that everything would be alright (Ron turns his head sensitively), then they say goodbye to Harry and head towards the door.

Ron dawdled and stayed for the end, and Harry realized that Ginny and Hermione wanted to cooperate. When the others disappeared, Ron turned to look at Harry with a hesitant expression.

"I think I owe you an apology, Harry, I know I've been—"

"Forget it," Harry said immediately.

"No, I'm going to say it!" Ron exclaimed, and Harry looked at him, only to stutter himself.

After a while, Ron said slowly: "There are some problems in my character that sometimes make me have some thoughts...only occasionally, but when I am in a particularly bad mood...I just can't control it. You, do you understand that feeling?"

"I understand," Harry said calmly, lying on the bed, "Sirius said that I have a stubborn temper and like to make decisions by myself, the kind that can't be pulled back...but that's my character, it's hard to correct . Even if it did happen, I probably wouldn't realize it."

He said to Ron, "Tell you a secret - I've felt the throbbing of Animagus."

"You're kidding!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.

"It's true, I did feel that way, but at the time I wasn't sure if it was a misjudgment, so I was going to wait until it was safe to say it, but you know, I slept in the hospital bed for two weeks... If I Report in time and Professor Hepp may delay the plan."

Roanne was speechless, he opened his mouth to comfort Harry, but Harry didn't feel much regret in his heart, he just happened to think of it as an excuse. Harry said softly:

"I only know that when I am in danger, you will be the first to stand up."

Ron smiled silently at him, his expression relaxed, "I thought so too. Well, I mean if I'm in danger - like being taken by Voldemort, well, if the war isn't over - I'm too. Don't despair, because I know that even if everyone gives up, you definitely won't. I thought of this while watching cartoons with Warren. It's weird, isn't it?"

The door closed, the footsteps gradually disappeared, and the ward was completely quiet.

Harry was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a kind of contentment and peace after a full meal, and the resurrection stone ring on his hand was not so attractive. He felt that what he needed most now was a good night's sleep. Gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up, Harry opened his eyes, feeling better than ever. The sky light outside reminded him that it was already dusk, the lights in the ward were not turned on, the slanting sunlight in the afternoon shone on his feet, and most of his body was hidden in the shadows.

It was quiet around. Harry raised his left hand lazily and stared at the black gemstone ring for a long time, then he pulled his other hand out of the quilt and rubbed the surface of the Resurrection Stone like Dumbledore.

"That's not a good idea," said a gentle voice suddenly.

Harry turned his head to the other side, and Dumbledore sat on an adjacent hospital bed, smiling at himself. He sank most of his body into the bed, his inner knees pressed against the edge of the bed, leaning back, his long arms supporting the bed.

It's like being on a swing.

"I've blocked some of the functions of the Resurrection Stone," Dumbledore said, straightening himself up to face Harry, "you're not fit to experience great joys and sorrows now, and I have to say that some of the functions of the Resurrection Stone are too dangerous. , maybe even the most dangerous of the three holy artifacts."

Harry was a little silent, and put his hands down obediently, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed - he thought he would see his parents today. He didn't ask if Dumbledore was affected, and the answer was obvious. So he asked, "Am I going to wear it all the time?"

"Oh, that's not necessary. I'll take it back when you're stable." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Want one?" He took out two toffees from his pocket.

"Thank you," Harry whispered, and he took it and tore open the candy wrapper and put the brown hard candy in his mouth, the rich sweetness swaying in his mouth. They didn't speak for a while, and Dumbledore hummed softly.

"You know, Harry?" he said suddenly after a while, "Poppy told me the first time you woke up, but I thought you were in a bad mood, you know, we didn't get what we expected. The result..." He looked at Harry slightly curiously.

"I," Harry said, stunned, "did Voldemort run away?"

"No," Dumbledore said, "he's been re-sealed." Harry replied in a low voice. "That means—" Dumbledore raised his voice slightly: "It's time to try my way."

"what way?"

"You'll know," Dumbledore said with a smile, handing Harry another piece of candy. "Bubble Super Bubble Gum?" Harry blurted out. Dumbledore winked at him, "It's also the password for the headmaster's office."

Harry looked at the old man in confusion.

"I'm going to teach you alone, yes, Harry, that's part of my approach," Dumbledore said, standing up. "Why don't you start at eight o'clock on the first Saturday night after you're out of the hospital? Prepare less, I hope you like it."

He was about to leave and stopped again.

"Please forgive me for telling Miss Weasley your secret without authorization. Maybe it's against your original intention, but she's crying too much. Continuing to hide it will be harmful to a relationship..."

Dumbledore pushed open the door and went out.

Harry stared at the Bubble Bubble Gum in his hand, wondering if it meant a new hope, but he did get interested in Dumbledore's lessons anyway.

After a while, a string of bluebell-colored bubbles floated in the ward.