Dumbledore's Armor

Quirrell's face was very rosy, as if he had eaten and drunk his fill and then sunbathed outside for a while.

His eyes were slightly dazed, as if he hadn't yet recovered from what he had just experienced. "I really did..."

He shuddered, but continued firmly, "I just attacked Voldemort! I defeated Voldemort! I actually did it!"

Quirrell finally realized what was happening and smiled like a child who had just received candy, with two clear tears sliding down his cheeks.

"I...I'm free! Wizet! I'm free! I no longer have to listen to Voldemort's accusations of harming you! I'm being myself again! All of this is thanks to your help, Wizet!"

Wizet shook her head. "I didn't do anything. It was all because of you, Professor Quirrell. It was your perseverance that defeated Voldemort!"

"Is that so?" Quirrell looked at his chest, staring blankly at the red stone.

"That's right. Choice is far more important than ability!" Dumbledore affirmed. "It was your perseverance after the trials that saved you. Quirrell, you did the best!"

Quirrell opened his mouth as if to say something, but his eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and he fainted.

Wizet tried to help him up, but his own knees buckled, and he felt a sense of emptiness, like after a fever, which made him pause.

His mind was completely blank, and even his breathing seemed to echo continuously, as if his mind had become an empty room where any sound would reverberate.

An armchair and a soft bed appeared out of nowhere, catching Wizet and Quirrell just in time.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Quirrell... are you alright?" Wizet asked with some concern.

"Of course it's alright." Dumbledore shook his head gently. "It's normal for minor issues to arise when using powers beyond our comprehension, even with the help of the Philosopher's Stone."

"A power beyond comprehension... does that refer to that light?" Wizet closed her eyes, recalling everything that had happened before.

He asked tentatively, "Professor Quirrell doesn't understand the soul, but he can free it from its constraints?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, even if you can't yet understand the soul, it's good that you can try to understand the deeper meaning through the surface phenomena!"

"And your magical spell also achieved a similar effect... Wizet, you always manage to surprise me, that's truly remarkable!"

He looked around and saw the deep pit in the corner. He called out to Fawkes in the sky, "This doesn't seem like a good place to chat. Shall we go somewhere else?"

Wizet guessed, "Back to the Headmaster's Office?"

Dumbledore looked at the unconscious Harry and Quirrell and waved his hand gently. "We might have to go to the Hospital Wing first. We need to ask Madam Pomfrey to take care of these two injured people."

"If anyone asks about tonight's events, just say that a Dark Wizard broke into Hogwarts and was discovered by you. I will also communicate with Harry accordingly."

"Headmaster Dumbledore! You've brought three patients this time!"

In the deserted Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey, who had planned to enjoy her summer vacation, spoke with her eyebrows raised so low they almost disappeared into her hair, her voice extremely stern.

"And why are all the symptoms so... similar! Merlin's medicine box! Headmaster Dumbledore! Can't you just give me a break?"

Faced with Madam Pomfrey's questioning, Dumbledore smiled, seemingly enjoying the rebuke.

He waited until Madam Pomfrey put her hands on her hips, pursed her lips, and adopted a stern expression before speaking, "I'm sorry... Madam Pomfrey."

After saying that, he reached out and pulled his index finger and thumb apart, "It was just a tiny accident, just a tiny... extremely minor... you saw it too."

"Fine! Fine! It's always the same!" Madam Pomfrey sighed, then began to grumble again, "It's always the same!"

"Luckily, Professor Snape sent the Potions ahead of time. Headmaster Dumbledore, could you lend a hand and settle them in? I'll go prepare the Potions!"

"Please do my best!" Dumbledore with a smile, conjuring two suits of armor out of thin air with a wave of his wand.

Wizet's eyes suddenly widened; the two suits of armor gave him a familiar feeling.

It resembles the armor that destroyed Voldemort, but it lacks the imbue of Ancient Magic Power and thus lacks a certain ancient and profound feel.

"Does it feel familiar?" Dumbledore blinked his deep blue eyes and directed the armor to move, carrying Harry and Quirrell to the bed.

Wizet nodded slightly, opened her mouth, but didn't know where to begin.

"If you don't want to say it, then you don't need to." Dumbledore's voice was gentle as he quietly unwrapped a Lemon Sherbet. "Everyone has their own secrets, don't they?"

Just as Wizet was about to reply, she was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey.

She snatched the candy from Dumbledore's hand and said seriously, "Can you please restrain yourself a little? At least don't do this to me!"

"Alright!" Dumbledore slowly backed away, winking at Wizet before leaving. "Get some rest."

"Alright, it's you again, Wizet!" Madam Pomfrey turned around, her brows furrowed, a reproachful expression on her face. "And it's the same old problem!"

She sighed again, shook her head, and said, "Never mind! Never mind! At least you persevered until the end of the semester, which is a considerable improvement."

"It's time to lie down and take your medicine! Here... this is specially prepared for you by Professor Snape. He told you to drink it quickly and not to overthink things."

"Okay!" Wizet took off his backpack, obediently climbed onto a bed, and picked up the Soul Soothing Potion placed on the table.

Madam Pomfrey is giving Harry and Quirrell their medicine.

After drinking the Potions, both of them showed remarkably similar distorted expressions, as if they had drunk not Soul Soothing Potion, but some kind of extremely bitter concentrated liquid.

The two unconscious individuals even groaned, as if they were having a nightmare.

Wizet lowered her head with a strange expression, glanced at the Potions that emitted a silvery mist, and cautiously took a small sip.

It really doesn't have much flavor, but the texture is thicker and the lavender fragrance is more pronounced.

He drank the entire Potions in two gulps. This time, the effects were extremely fast; the moment he put down the measuring cup, a heavy drowsiness swept over him...

When Dumbledore returned to the Headmaster's Office, he was taken aback when he saw the Mirror of Erised. Instead of covering it with a white cloth, he carefully walked around the mirror and sat down in his seat.

He tapped the table lightly, conjuring up a tea set, and brewed some black tea for himself. He also opened a bag of Cockroach Clusters and began to chew on them with relish.

Not long after, Snape, dressed in a black robe and looking somewhat haggard, knocked on the door of the Headmaster's Office...