The moment he finished speaking, the office erupted.
"What?"
Harry, Hermione, and Ron exclaimed in unison.
Professor Dumbledore nodded, deep worry showing in his blue eyes.
"Unicorn Blood can prolong life, though doing so brings a curse upon the drinker."
"But for a Dark wizard who has already committed countless sins, that price means nothing."
Harry's face turned deathly pale. He instinctively touched the scar on his forehead.
It still ached faintly, as if something were writhing inside it.
"Does that mean..."
"Voldemort was the one trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, too?"
"Harry!"
Ron shot to his feet and clapped a hand over Harry's mouth.
Harry had completely lost his head. How could he say something like that?
Talking about the Philosopher's Stone in front of Professor Dumbledore was practically admitting they had been to the Third Floor Corridor.
Watching the two boys' reactions, Dumbledore's eyes glinted with amusement.
How lovely it was to be young—so lively and adorable.
Then his gaze shifted to Charlie, and the smile in his eyes gradually faded.
This boy wasn't adorable at all.
Charlie found Dumbledore's expression very annoying.
I really want to beat up my teacher. What should I do?
[Your Majesty, keep it up! I'll make sure to grind enough Tyrant Points to send you to your Graveyard.]
Hermione, the only one who still seemed sensible, asked anxiously,
"Vol—I mean, the Dark Lord wasn't killed, was he?"
She deliberately glanced at Harry, her eyes full of worry.
After all, they all knew Voldemort was the one who had killed Harry's parents.
Dumbledore shook his head.
"He didn't die completely. He's now plotting a famous comeback."
"That's why I placed so many protections around the Philosopher's Stone."
The truth was out.
Ron swallowed and asked cautiously,
"Then Charlie defeated Quirrell. Does that