“Is death another great adventure?”

"I'm dead, but I'm reborn in this world." Brian said in his heart, "I think I'm really going on another 'great adventure'."

But immortality is still what he wants to pursue, until one day he is willing to open his arms to embrace death and embark on an unknown journey.

"Ah, by the way, let's get back to the topic. I'm just asking if you know something about Kilow?" Dumbledore looked at him deeply and said, "I know that you usually have a good relationship with Kilow."

"Yes, I often asked him questions about Dark Magic Defense before, but then I went to ask Professor Snape instead." Brian said lightly.

Dumbledore looked at him in the eyes, and Brian looked at him calmly.

"Ah, yes, who would have thought that? Quirrell would actually try to steal the Philosopher's Stone to make his master Voldemort make a comeback." Dumbledore said deeply.

"So, Brian, how do you think of Voldemort?" Dumbledore looked into Brian's eyes and asked in a tone that seemed to be just chatting with him.

"Dark King?" Brian whispered, "I think he is already history, right?"

"Ah, but he is not dead yet. He has been eyeing him, looking for a chance to make a comeback." Dumbledore said, "This time is just one of his attempts."

"What do you think, Brian?"

"I don't want him to come back, Professor." Brian said softly, "I don't think anyone who is familiar with history will want the Dark Lord to come back again and bring darkness and fear to the world again."

"Yes, although your magic history is relatively not so good, your idea is right." Dumbledore exclaimed.

"It's just relative." Brian coughed lightly.

"I think the world is very peaceful and quiet now. It doesn't need an extra Dark Lord." Brian added.

"Yes, there are so many people who have been hurt by the Dark Lord." Dumbledore sighed.

"But Voldemort is always good at bewitching people's hearts. Quirrell is not the first, nor will he be the last..." He said deeply, "He will make a comeback sooner or later."

"I think you'll beat him, won't you?" Brian said.

"No, it's very difficult. I haven't defeated him before, and maybe it won't work in the future." Dumbledore sighed, "But fortunately I have someone to entrust."

"Harry Potter?"

"Yes, you know, Brian, eleven years ago, Voldemort tried to kill Harry, and his mother died to save him..." Dumbledore whispered, "but her deep love for her children turned into the oldest and most powerful spell, and remained on him forever..."

"It was this curse that rebounded Voldemort's curse and made him lose his body."

"It was this spell that allowed him to successfully defeat Qilu, possessed by Voldemort."

Dumbledore's blue eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.

"Love?" Brian smiled gently.

"Yes, love, that's something Voldemort would never understand." Dumbledore said, "If he can't understand it, he can never call him a great wizard."

"So..."

"You have to understand the meaning of love, Brian."

Dumbledore said softly.

"Don't I understand?" said Bryan.

"Do you really understand?"

"How do you understand?"

"When you are willing to do something for someone you never dream of, even if it hurts your own interests, even if you give your life."

Brian blinked. He was an egoist. He never minded doing things that harmed others and benefited himself. However, he also had a conscience and was unwilling to hurt people close to him. He was willing to give up some benefits for them. But it was too much to do for whom he gave his life or something.

He has always been rational. If one day, the person he is close to is about to be killed and he is powerless, he would rather hide from the strong first and seek revenge than lose his life in futile resistance.

"Then what should I do?" Brian asked with a smile.

"You have to feel and explore with your heart. I hope that one day, you can truly understand it, so that you can become a truly powerful wizard." Dumbledore said slowly, "Love can make you invincible, Brian."

Brian nodded slightly, his expression as though he was thinking.

"So, if you have doubts or encounter difficulties, come and find me." Dumbledore looked at him deeply, "I think, although I am old, it is still enough to solve some of your confusion."

"I will." Brian said with a sincere smile.

Watching Brian's back disappear behind the door, Dumbledore leaned against the back of the chair.

"His relationship with Kilow doesn't seem that simple." Snape walked out from behind the bezel behind the desk, his face calm and gloomy.

"Yeah, yeah, I even felt that he was there that night under the trap door." Dumbledore blinked, "although he was cautiously leaving no trace."

"Then what exactly do you think..."

...

"So, we just lost?"

At the graduation ceremony, Malfoy looked gloomy as Dumbledore changed the green and silver that decorated the auditorium to the red and gold of Gryffindor, pinching the joints of his fingers to white.

"There's nothing to do. Dumbledore added a full 100 points to Porter, and Weasley and Granger each had fifty points." Brian said lightly, "A total of 200 points were added."

Malfoy stared at the cheering Gryffindor, watching Harry be sought after by everyone, Ron looked at him proudly and provocatively, his expression as if he had just eaten a large bowl of slugs.

"There's nothing, right? They did something amazing." Daphne sat next to Brian, her expression a little disappointed and depressed, and she also said in a bit of admiration. "Harry Potter prevented the Philosopher's Stone from being taken away, defeated Professor Quirrell, and saved the lives of two classmates."

"Weasley and Granger also helped him. What these three people did was like a legendary story." Daphne held her cheek and said, "I can't imagine that it was a real experience that happened to us."

Brian nodded, but was slightly unhappy. He remembered that Harry didn't add so many points in the original work, and Dumbledore was indeed suspected of being a secret operation, otherwise how could Gryffindor be more than Slytherin?

However, Brian didn't regret not revealing that he was also under the trap at that time, so things would become much more troublesome. He hated trouble.

It would be nice to maintain a certain tacit understanding with Dumbledore in this way.

The little wizards of Slytherin were a little depressed. Professor Snape shook hands with Professor McGonagall with an awkward expression, obviously feeling very unhappy.

"Okay, okay, I really regret not finding Professor Snape that day, otherwise, there would be any turn to Potter to show off." Malfoy gritted his teeth, then dragged his tone and said, "But it's okay, let's see how I mess with them in the second grade!"

He felt that no one was more hateful than Porter.

"Why do you always hold Potter away?" Brian said helplessly, "This is irrational."

"Ah, I just can't stand him." Malfoy said slowly, "I am happy when I see him unhappy. I am unhappy when I see him proud."

"Oh." Brian dragged his tone.

If this is not "love", it is "hate".

...

In the morning, all the little wizards traveled through the lake in a boat, left Hogwarts, and boarded the train home.

Brian and his friends were looking for empty private rooms in the aisle of the train. Malfoy opened a private room door and saw Harry and the other two sitting inside talking and laughing. Seeing Malfoy's face, they stopped, and Ron smiled proudly at him.

Malfoy curled his lips and said slowly: "Potter, you better not be proud. Let's wait and see next school year." As he said that, he was about to fall to the door.

"Wait a minute, Malfoy!" Harry said, his expression a little confused, "No matter what, the Forbidden Forest thanks for saving me that night." Although he hated Malfoy, he still remembered the grace of saving his life.

That night, his scar was so painful that he almost fainted, but he still remembered that Malfoy ran away and released a few more spells to buy him time.

"Just dream, who will save you?" Malfoy frowned and looked unhappy. He raised his face and said, "I didn't save you. I wish you died."

"What? Didn't you that night?" Harry swallowed and said dryly.

"Haha, I left that night." Malfoy said proudly, "I'm not as scared as you can't even walk away. It's beyond my expectations that you can escape from death."

"But luck will never always favor you." As he said that, he walked away.

Brian looked over and smiled at them, nodded at them, and then pulled up to the door of the box.

Hermione waved her hand at him and smiled.

However, Harry sat in his seat blankly, his heart pounding, as if a basin of cold water was poured down on his head, making him feel cold from the beginning to the feet.

"That night, in the Forbidden Forest, there was a third person besides me and Quirrell?" A terrifying thought hovered in his heart.

Similarly, under the trap that night, he didn't know how the Philosopher's Stone ran into his pocket. Although Ron and the others comforted him that the situation was too nervous at that time and he didn't notice it. But he always felt that it was not like this.

It was like an invisible ghost that kept hovering beside him, eyes firmly staring at him in the darkness.
Chapter completed!