Chapter 280

Harry felt like he had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to have been caught by a terrible bat, and the bat wanted to suck his blood. He struggled desperately, but soon, the bat turned into Snape, who glared at him fiercely. However, in that look, besides hatred, there was also a look that made him extremely uncomfortable.

No, get away!

Get away!

Harry...

Suddenly, a voice came from a distant place.

He seemed to see a boy stretching out his hand. "Thank you for believing in me, I am very happy to be your friend."

He reached out his hand, and the other party pulled him hard.

Suddenly, the dream woke up.

Ron's face appeared in front of him. "Harry, how are you? Harry, are you okay? Are you injured?"

"I, where am I?"

Harry asked in confusion.

"Harry, listen to me," Ron didn't answer his question, but said, "Don't be too sad later..."

"What?"

He looked around in a daze and found that he seemed to be in a private room of a tavern.

Ah, this is the Three Broomsticks.

He had been here.

He wanted to stand up blankly. "How could I be here? I remember I got the Sorcerer's Stone, and then Snape..."

Hermione supported him. "Harry, let's go out."

They helped Harry to the hall outside. Harry looked at the full hall of people in shock, and everyone's face seemed to show an extremely terrible look.

Something extremely serious must have happened.

It's over, Snape... he must have reported my stealing of the Sorcerer's Stone to other professors... I'm going to be expelled...

What to do? No, I can't implicate Hermione and Ron, this is what I asked them to do.

By the way, there is also Tom...

He turned his head and looked around. "Where is Tom?"

"The deceased is confirmed to be Lukas Tom Brightson." Suddenly, a voice came from the center of the crowd outside.

Harry froze for a moment, thinking he had misheard.

"What, he just said..."

"Harry..." Hermione couldn't help but cry again. "Harry, Tom, Tom he..."

"Cause of death, preliminary judgment is severe injury and blood loss, and... spell, there are traces of magic on the wound on his abdomen, he was hit by some kind of spell..."

"You said he suddenly appeared in your private room?"

"Yes, I was drinking at the time, Tom... oh, he always let us call him by his middle name, Tom and Harry suddenly appeared..."

Harry recognized Murphy's voice. He walked over, pushed through the crowd, and then, he saw the corpse lying on the two tables.

Tom.

It was him.

In an instant, Harry was frightened by Tom's miserable appearance. Then, he reached out and touched the other intact arm of that body.

An Auror seemed to want to stop his action, but was stopped by others.

Harry felt as if he had touched a piece of ice. In fact, the body still maintained a temperature of about twenty degrees, but in Harry's feeling, that arm felt extremely cold.

It was still soft, but it had undoubtedly lost the breath of life.

When he lifted that arm, he only felt it was extremely heavy. In just an instant, Harry understood that Tom was dead.

But, how could it be?

"Why?"

Was it Snape?

No, was it Voldemort?

Everyone looked at him, Barty Crouch glared at him seriously. "Potter, Mr. Murphy said you appeared at the same time as this Lukas, do you remember what happened?"

Harry looked at him blankly and shook his head blankly.

"Gentlemen," Murphy stood up and protected Harry behind him. "I think Harry must have also experienced an extremely complicated night. He lost his friend, gentlemen, give him some time."

Someone wanted to take Harry out of the crowd, but he pushed the latter away. "No!"

Harry's eyes were wide open. "I want to figure out how he died. Who, who killed Tom? Professor?"

Murphy looked at him for a long while and sighed. "I'm afraid, it was Voldemort, or... Quirrell."

"What exactly, happened? Professor." Harry looked at him, still unable to believe everything that happened in front of him. "What happened when I was unconscious?"

Murphy gazed at him sadly for a long while and said: "Let me say what I know again."

"Earlier tonight, I finished a magic communication experiment and wanted to relax, so I came to the Three Broomsticks to drink a few cups of honey beer."

"Just after drinking two cups, Tom and you suddenly appeared."

"You were still unconscious at that time, and Tom looked about the same as he does now. His injuries looked extremely terrible, but he was not dead yet. He was extremely weak, but still tightly grabbed my hand and put a red stone into my hand."

"Was that the Sorcerer's Stone?" Someone asked.

Murphy didn't answer. "Tom said that was the Sorcerer's Stone, and he wanted me to read his memory."

"He was already very weak at that time. I originally wanted to save him first, but his will was very firm. I knew he must have important information to tell me, so I used Legilimency on him."

"His sanity was already confused. From the scattered memories I obtained, I got several key messages."

"First, he and Harry got the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Second, Voldemort snatched him and took them both away, trying to resurrect."

"Third, he brought the Sorcerer's Stone and Harry back to my side again, and stopped Voldemort's plan."

"Just after reading these, his will was extinguished, and he died."

"I immediately understood that they had encountered an extremely terrible event. I originally wanted to notify the school immediately, but unfortunately, Professor Dumbledore was accepting the inquiry of the School Governors and was not at school. And more importantly, I realized a more tense problem: now the Sorcerer's Stone in Voldemort's hand was snatched back by Tom and Harry. Voldemort didn't have the Sorcerer's Stone, what should he do?"

"In the next instant, I thought of my teacher."

"Your teacher?" An Auror asked. "Do you mean Professor Flitwick?"

"No, I mean another teacher I met after graduation. Mr. Nicolas Flamel."

"Nicolas Flamel? He is your teacher?!" Everyone was shocked.

"Yes, once I was also very interested in alchemy, so I exchanged a lot of knowledge about alchemy with Mr. Nicolas Flamel. I gained a lot from him, and he accepted me as a disciple."

"However, this is not the point. The point is, after I read Tom's memory, I immediately understood that if Voldemort wanted to be resurrected, the only thing he could rely on was the Immortality Potion in the teacher's hand."

"So, I immediately rushed to the teacher's house."

"As a result, as soon as I arrived, I found that Mrs. Perenelle had already been killed."

"This point, an Auror can prove it. He seems to be under the order of the Auror Command to monitor the teacher."

"Correct," Rasim spoke at the right time, "the previous Gringotts robbery, we discovered that the owner of Vault 713 was Mr. Nicolas Flamel. In order to obtain clues, we secretly monitored and protected Mr. Flamel."

"Unfortunately, we didn't expect the enemy to suddenly attack Mr. Flamel."

Everyone didn't care about Rasim's words, just asked, "Then what? What happened?"

"From the teacher's mouth, I learned that someone snatched the Immortality Potion." Murphy said.

"And I knew that person was Voldemort."

"He must be hiding somewhere preparing for resurrection, and I must stop him."

(End of chapter)