History became a story, stories became legends, and legends became myths...
Just as Dumbledore had said, the story of Harry Potter and Professor Quirrell in the underground chamber was supposed to be a secret, but it spread far and wide until the entire school knew about it.
Some said Harry Potter had single-handedly defeated the Dark wizard Quirinus Quirrell; others said Harry Potter had stopped Voldemort from returning.
The story grew more and more incredible, but when it came to the Savior, even the most unbelievable things seemed perfectly plausible.
(Yulian: No need to thank me, cousin.)
On a summer morning at Hogwarts, sunlight streamed through the tower windows, casting mottled shadows across the corridors.
The final exams were over, and the castle was filled with an atmosphere that was both excited and tinged with sadness. The year had flown by, and the summer holidays were about to begin.
Yulian leaned over the second-floor railing at Hogwarts, looking down at the bustling courtyard below. Young witches and wizards dragged their suitcases toward the gates in small groups, while the air filled with the clamor and laughter of farewells.
"Yulian!"
He turned and saw Hermione hurrying down the spiral staircase with a stack of books in her arms. Harry and Ron followed behind her. All three looked tired, but also content in a way that was hard to describe.
"You're here." Yulian smiled and went to meet them. "I heard Dumbledore spoke with you last night?"
Harry nodded, his scar faintly visible in the morning light. "You must know about the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolas Flamel's stone."
"That's right. You were the one who told me about Nicolas Flamel," Hermione added.
"Yes, I know."
"Quirrell was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and we stopped him," Harry said, his face lighting