Chapter 37 Gifts and Keys

I don’t know what it feels like for others to be in a coma.

Grete felt as if he was drowning, and darkness like the deep sea enveloped his consciousness.

But in this void of darkness, there was something annoying nagging into his ears.

Gretel swore that if it weren't for the darkness sealing his hands and feet, he would have let this nagging guy taste his power.

"Albus, kid, forget it, I just want to ask when do you think little Gretel will wake up."

Professor Flitwick stepped on a chair and leaned forward to observe the unconscious Gretel.

He was a little scared. Who would have thought that the mysterious man would attack a first-year wizard while running for his life.

Dumbledore pushed the frame of the glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose, considered it, "Filius, don't worry, the castle told me that the child's life is not in danger."

Flitwick stood up straight and looked at Dumbledore seriously, "Albus, have you known for a long time that the mysterious man is possessing Quirrell?

I now understand that if we really need to protect the Magic Stone, we can only rely on those few levels that are not too difficult.

So, all you are doing is setting a trap for that person. "

"Yes, I know he sneaked into Hogwarts. I discovered him when I met Quirrell for the second time."

"Then how dare you let him in? There are so many little wizards here. What if he goes on a killing spree? Don't you know what kind of person he is?"

To be honest, Dumbledore had never seen Flitwick so angry. In his impression, Filius Flitwick always had a smile on his face.

"Filius, he is back. We need to find his weakness as soon as possible before he can regain his power. You don't want the wizarding world to go back to the time when it was surrounded by Death Eaters.

This may be the only opportunity in this life to study him up close. If we miss it, we may never find a way to eliminate him.

I kept my eyes on him, and he had no chance of hurting anyone under my eyes," Dumbledore said with determination in his eyes.

"It turns out we found it, right?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry, who was almost buried in gifts on the hospital bed on the other side.

"I saw with my own eyes that when Voldemort used Quirrell's body to grab Harry, he was in as much pain as Harry. No, he should be in much more pain than Harry."

Flitwick's anger did not diminish much because of Dumbledore's explanation. In his opinion, as long as they were in Hogwarts, professors were obliged to protect every little wizard.

Instead of risking the little wizard like now, even for the future.

Of course, what he couldn't accept especially was that Gretel was also attacked.

If he had known that the mysterious man was behind Quirrell, he would never have agreed to Gretel going to Quirrell for advice, even with Dumbledore's guarantee.

Dumbledore never told him that Gretel actually became a spy for the mysterious man.

"Yes, there will be no accidents under your nose. But didn't you still get transferred by a letter?

See for yourself, there are two wizards lying here, two first-year wizards who have just entered school.

Aren't you afraid that if the news gets out, the school directors will impeach you as principal?

You know, they've long since stopped wanting you to dominate Hogwarts. "

"Albus, you have changed."

Flitwick didn't say anything else. He jumped out of his chair a little lonely and left without saying a word.

Dumbledore stood still, looking at the two hospital beds in front of him, and after a long time he let out a long sigh.

——

Gretel was very lucky that when he opened his eyes for the first time, he saw the whiteness that represented the infirmary.

Not the imaginary coffin or prison cell.

Sitting up, he saw many bouquets, fruits, and other gifts suitable for patients placed beside his bed.

A few steps away, on another hospital bed, lay a pale Harry, almost buried in various gifts.

"It seems that the deeds of the savior have spread." Grete thought to himself.

Just as he was about to get out of bed, Madam Pomfrey walked in.

"My Merlin, lie down quickly. You cannot get out of bed before you have been examined."

Madam Pomfrey has always cared so much about patients. Throughout the semester, Gretel has heard about it many times, but this is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes.

He also heard that Madam Pomfrey forbade anyone to disturb the patients, otherwise the visitors would be kicked out.

Soon, Gretel saw Madam Pomfrey's unwelcome attitude toward visitors.

Through a door, Gretel heard Terry fawning over Madam Pomfrey in order to get a few minutes of visiting time.

"Look, I said you can come in this way."

Terry showed off to Penello as he pushed the door open.

When they came in, Gretel was leaning on the bedside, reading notes.

Seeing Gretel wake up, Terry looked surprised, "Merlin, do you know that you saved a life from the Dark Lord?"

Gretel rolled his eyes at him angrily, thinking, you must know that you are the one who saved his life from the Dark Lord.

God knows how panicked Gretel was when she saw Voldemort casting a spell on his roommate.

He was 80% sure that Voldemort would not kill him, but he had no confidence that Voldemort would not take action against his roommate.

From Terry's chattering, Gret learned what happened after he fell into a coma.

The professors rushed to the tower together and saw that everyone in the dormitory was motionless. They thought something tragic had happened.

Fortunately, Dean Flitwick realized that they were under a coma spell and woke them all up with an end.

Gret was not in a good condition at the time. He had a high fever and felt like he was about to burn.

He was sent to Madam Pomfrey overnight and the situation was stabilized.

"Everyone speculated that Voldemort was afraid of you growing up, so he came to silence you. Fortunately, the professors came in time."

Gret wanted to say that Terry thought too much. Voldemort was not only not afraid of me growing up, but also expected me to grow up quickly.

Because his panel had clearly told him.

In the talent column, there was clearly an additional entry.

[Gift: A soul gift from another powerful wizard. With the growth of magic power, it releases the blocked knowledge. Of course, the gift of fate often contains its price. Your whereabouts will no longer be a secret to the giver. 】

In order to get rid of the GPS given by Professor Tom, Gretel felt that he needed to find a parent again.

After getting the consent of Ms. Pomfrey, Gretel rushed to the principal's office without stopping.

...

"Principal Dumbledore, Dean Flitwick, this is what happened."

Gretel told everything that happened before he fainted, and then blinked innocently at the two professors in front of him.

It turns out that dark magic is really not something that everyone can play.

The two people struggled for a long time, and finally came to a unified conclusion that this is a very advanced soul magic, unless Voldemort himself is willing, no one can remove it.

Just when the two were at a loss, Dumbledore seemed to think of something.

"Gretel, do you remember the Christmas gift I gave you?"

"The key that you said I would decipher to have a surprise?"

"Yes, that's it."

The two people seemed to be playing a riddle, only Professor Flitwick looked puzzled.

"Of course, I always carry it with me, but I haven't found the time to study it yet."

Grete took out the golden hollow key from her bag and placed it on the table in front of her.

I owe one chapter today, and I will make up for 3,000 tomorrow. I am in a trance and feel like I am about to faint.

Thank you all for your recommendation votes.

Good night, see you tomorrow

Small theater

Flitwick: Albus, if you take risks with the little wizard again, I will join the school board to impeach you.

Dumbledore: Filius, as long as you can eliminate Tom, even my life can be taken.

Flitwick: Merlin, Albus, you are really crazy, really

Grete: Don't worry, no one who shouldn't die will die, I am here to make up for my regrets