"Sorry, Harry. I didn't know that night -"

In the school hospital, Marca stood in front of Harry's bed with an apologetic face.

"No, it's all right," said Harry immediately. "What you did later is the biggest gain of this operation. I should thank you!"

"Yes! If not... Oh! It's frightening to think about it," Ron echoed, closely following Harry's words.

Besides Dumbledore, I'm afraid Ron was the one who felt this most. For a little wizard born in a pure blood family, there is nothing more frightening than the resurrection of Voldemort.

"That's true," Dumbledore said. "This time, thanks to Mr. McLean, I was a little late. If he hadn't tricked Voldemort with his intelligence and decisive action at the last moment, the result would be completely different."

"Professor Dumbledore, what happened to the Sorcerer's stone?" Harry asked quickly at the opportunity.

"Well," Dumbledore smiled, "the Sorcerer's stone has been destroyed."

"Sure enough? It doesn't seem to have changed much." Maka couldn't help thinking.

"Ruined?" asked Harry, puzzled. "But your friend, Nicole Maestro --"

"Oh, you still know Nicole?" asked Dumbledore, looking happy. "You've made this very clear, haven't you? Well, Nicole talked to me, and we agreed that this was the best way."

"But then he and his wife will die, won't they?"

"They saved some elixir enough for them to take care of things. Then, yes! They'll die."

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing when he saw Harry and their surprised expression.

"I know it seems incredible for a young man like you," he said. "But for Nicole and perenald, death is actually like going to bed after a long day. Moreover, for a very clear-minded person, death is just another great adventure."

"You know, the magic stone is not really a wonderful thing. With it, you can get what you want no matter how much wealth you want and how long you live! These two things are what human beings want most, but the problem is that human beings like to choose what is not good for them."

Marca listened, but she couldn't understand the meaning.

I'm afraid what he needs most is time. He has a lot to do and a lot to study... I'm afraid he can't do it all his life——

"No, maybe death is really the beginning of another adventure."

Compared with her tortuous life, Maka suddenly had a vague understanding. Unfortunately, this concept is also out of reach for him. Even though he has experienced it once, he still knows nothing about it.

He glanced at Dumbledore and felt more and more that the white wizard was as unfathomable as the rumor.

"By the way, Marca, what is that chess level -" Ron asked suddenly patting Marca on the arm.

"Huh? Chess level?" Marca looked blankly, but Dumbledore laughed.

"Isn't that level good?" he smiled. "Professor McGonagall, on my proposal, replaced the original ordinary wizard chess with the wizard chess invented by Marca. That's interesting. I personally like it."

"Eh?" Marca said in amazement, "Professor, although I'm glad you'll like my gift, but..."

He would like to say that it is really good to change such an important level casually?

Dumbledore continued: "not only that, inspired by you and Harry, I designed the last level myself. Yes, yes, that's the legend of King Arthur..."

"Oh - I'm sorry for that. I let Voldemort discover the secret." Hermione couldn't help but look guilty.

"But you showed courage, Miss Granger. I don't think ordinary students can do it."

"Oh, thank you, but -"

Marca patted Hermione on the shoulder and smiled at her. "It's okay. You've done a good job."

"Yes! I'll probably be shaking with fear if it's me!" said Ron. "And if Chilo doesn't remember to take you hostage in the end, you may drown in the water!"

But Hermione took a half step back because of Maka patting her shoulder. In Maka's surprised eyes, she whispered, "Oh, thank you..."

Marca didn't know what had happened to her. In fact, he didn't notice Hermione's existence at that time. Although he is not to blame, I have to say that the little girl's heart is still very sensitive.

Dumbledore watched their every move, and the warm smile on his wrinkled face remained unchanged.

Later, Harry mentioned Snape again. Although he had known the cause and effect, he always resented it. However, Dumbledore told him that Snape once owed Harry's father a life.

For Snape, nothing is more unacceptable than the fact that his rival saved him. So he hated Harry's father, but he also hated Harry.

"People's thoughts are really wonderful, aren't they? Professor Snape can't bear to continue to owe your father like this. I believe that the reason why he tried every means to protect you this year is because he felt that it would make him even with your father and no one owes anyone."

"Then he can relive his hatred of your father with ease."

Harry tried to think about it, but it made his head hurt so much that he had to stop thinking.

"Well, that's enough questions. Kid, I suggest you start enjoying these sweets! Oh! Bibido flavored beans! I was unlucky when I was young. I accidentally ate a smelly bean. I'm afraid I don't like beans much since then - but I think it's safe to choose a toffee flavor, don't you think?"

"I think it's better not to spell character." Marca looked at the beans in Dumbledore's hand and shook her head. "I've never eaten delicious food."

"Character? That's a funny word," said Dumbledore, putting the golden brown flavored bean in his mouth, and then he choked and coughed. "Bah! Unfortunately, it's earwax... It seems that my character is really not very good."

Seeing Dumbledore wiping his mouth and walking out, Marca immediately followed.

"I have something else to talk about first."

In the corridor, Marca and Dumbledore talked a few words, and they went to the principal's office together. But when he came out of the principal's room again, his face was a little surprised.

He stood at the door of the headmaster's office and looked back.

"Unexpectedly, Dumbledore is so talkative."

……

In the evening, in the main hall of Hogwarts, the dinner at the end of the semester seemed particularly lively.

Maka sat on the long table of Hufflepuff, listened to Darren, the captain and prefect of Quidditch, complain about his absence from the last game, accepted the harassment and nagging of Charlotte, and couldn't help feeling the warmth better than family.

What's more, because his outstanding performance spread like wildfire this time, many students knew how he skillfully fought Professor Chilo and protected the magic stone. Although everyone did not know that there was Voldemort's part, it did not prevent everyone from showing respect and enthusiasm for him.

This moved him, but it also dispelled a lot of the haze in his heart.

Even a small number of Slytherin cast awe at him. After all, not everyone can face an in-service Professor, even if everyone is a little indifferent to Professor Chilo.

Speaking of those little snakes, I have to mention what the hall looks like at the moment.

On the left and right walls of the hall, they are decorated with silver and green brocade flags representing Slytherin; On the wall behind the host and guest, there is also a huge banner painted with Slytherin snake - Slytherin college should have won the College Cup for seven consecutive years.

Although because of Maka's excellent results, he got a lot of points for Hufflepuff. But a person's strength is limited after all. Hatch patch college is still in the second place, just a little higher than Ravenclaw.

After a while, Harry, who was late, stepped into the side door of the hall, and Dumbledore appeared in everyone's expectant eyes.

"Another year has passed!" said Dumbledore happily. "Before enjoying these delicious dishes, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's platitudes..."

As soon as Maka listened, she immediately blocked the following sentences. When Dumbledore finished his nonsense and began to talk about the College Cup, he continued to listen.

"... now, as far as I know, we must first carry out the award ceremony of the College Cup. The specific scores of each college are as follows: the fourth place, Gryffindor, 365 points; the third place, Ravenclaw, 426 points; the second place, hutchpatch, 442 points and Slytherin, 485 points."

There were thunderous cheers and stomps at Slytherin's table.

Marca took a special look at the edge of Slytherin's long table. Willie brova still had a calm expression and didn't respond to the noise around her.

I still remember some time before the exam, Maka often met her in the school greenhouse. But the other party either turned a blind eye to him or left directly. Even if she tried to communicate with her, she would only stand there quietly. He asked Willie a question and answered one or two words. After asking, she turned and left. It was really impossible to communicate.

If Willy hadn't come to him from time to time to ask him a few questions, he really felt that he had done something wrong and made the little girl angry!

He was thinking, but he found the little badgers around him suddenly boiling.

"What's the matter?" makara slapped Charlotte's sleeve.