From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 140 Chat in the Ward
The next morning, the story of the five little wizards' breakthrough spread throughout the castle.

"Have you heard?" Several Ravenclaws whispered together, "Malfoy from Slytherin is the first-year student who always carries a ceramic dragon! He and another Slytherin first-year girl broke into the classroom on the fourth floor with three other Gryffindors! He let the dragon burn off a troll's head! And with the help of another Slytherin, he passed Dumbledore's test!"

"Only the troll? Nothing else?" Someone raised an objection. "Why did I hear that the Slytherin girl was the main force? She blew up the giant chess piece, cut open the troll's belly, and even met Dumbledore himself in the last level."

"Ha! The version I heard is completely different. The protagonists are Harry Potter from Gryffindor and his two friends!" A Hufflepuff student passing by joined the discussion. "They encountered the Devil's Snare set up by Professor Sprout, the Flying Key Room set up by Professor Flitwick, and the Potions Room set up by Professor Snape. But when passing the last level, Harry Potter suffered great damage and is now lying in the school hospital!"

Harry, curled up on the bed in the school hospital, was in no spirit at all. He had no memory of what happened after he entered the Black Flame Gate that day. He found himself lying here when he woke up.

His classmates sent him a lot of candies, but he was not interested at all. The magic candies that he never tired of eating seemed to have lost their taste, and Harry had no urge to stuff them into his mouth. In recent days, he always had nightmares, and when he woke up in the morning, he even found that his pillow was stained with tears.

Ron and Hermione had come to visit him many times, but he always pretended to sleep and avoided them. The only thing he wanted to know now was what happened that day, and the two friends who did not enter the Black Flame Gate obviously did not know what happened.

There were footsteps at the door, and Harry turned his pillow over and pulled the covers over his head again.

Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse of the school hospital, is a very strict woman, but also very kind.

She could tell at a glance that Harry was pretending to sleep: "You are in good health, child. You just need to eat something. Your friends brought you a lot of delicious food. Eat some and chat with them, okay?"

Harry said nothing, trying to make his breathing appear natural.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry vaguely heard a cry of surprise, probably Hermione's voice.

Madam Pomfrey left the bedside, and soon, voices of conversation were heard at the door: "He doesn't want to see anyone, and never speaks... He's like he's lost his soul! To be honest, I can't imagine what kind of blow this child has suffered!"

Madam Pomfrey's voice was full of reproach, and it did not soften because Dumbledore was the headmaster.

"Thank you, Poppy. Prepare some cheer potion for Harry, will you?" Dumbledore said gently. "Let me go in and see him. Everything will be fine."

Madam Pomfrey didn't answer, but her footsteps faded away.

"Professor Dumbledore, can we go in too?" Harry heard Hermione ask.

"Wait a moment, okay?" Dumbledore said patiently, "Give us some time alone, and I will return the intact Harry to you in a moment. But I can help bring in these foods, I believe he should replenish his energy."

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore." Ron thanked him and then the sound of Dumbledore opening the door.

Harry couldn't be a coward anymore, he poked his head out from under the covers and looked at Dumbledore. Dumbledore's slender fingers were pinching the pastry of an egg tart, looking a little embarrassed, as if he didn't expect Harry to suddenly poke his head out.

"I suppose you wouldn't mind if I had one?" Dumbledore looked at Harry expectantly and nodded.

The tart disappeared into Dumbledore's beard, and the crisp sound of teeth and pastry made Harry feel a little hungry.

Dumbledore also noticed it. He waved his hand to make the plate float in front of Harry and urged him, "Come on, child. Eat a little. It won't interfere with our conversation. I can see that you have a lot of questions to ask."

Harry sat up from the quilt, picked up a piece of French fry and put it to his mouth. After a long while, he asked, "Sir... I want to know the truth..."

"The truth," sighed Dumbledore, "is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must be treated with great caution. However, I will try to answer your questions, unless I have a very good reason not to, in which case I hope you will forgive me. Of course, I cannot lie to you."

"Why on earth did Voldemort...why did he want to kill me? And why couldn't he kill me?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore sighed heavily and put down the remaining egg tarts, as if Harry's question had taken away his appetite in an instant.

"Alas, I cannot tell you the first thing you asked me. Not today, not now. One day, you will know. I think you still need some time to prepare... But I can tell you the second question. It was your mother's 'love' that saved you. It is an ancient and powerful magic that requires 'love' as a medium to trigger. It rebounded Voldemort's spell and made him suffer the consequences of his own actions." Dumbledore said some of his words with some reservations.

But Harry still grasped the key point: "Ancient magic? Ivy... said he was an ancient magic wizard..."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded and admitted, "Mr. Doom does have many powers that I don't understand. Perhaps you can ask him again."

Harry made a mental note of this and then asked the third question: "That day... I walked through that door, but I have no memory of what happened behind it... What happened?"

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment and stuffed the remaining egg tart back into his mouth. "Behind the door is a level set by Professor Victor. That level made you see some bad things, which caused you great stimulation, so I asked him to erase your memory."

From the pocket of his robes Dumbledore pulled a small bottle. Harry recognised it as the bottle Snape had used to hold his potions. The bottle was now empty, replaced by a thin, silvery substance that sparkled.

"It contains your memories." Dumbledore handed over the bottle and Harry tried to uncork it, but failed.

"I sealed him with magic. When you can open the bottle by yourself, you will be qualified to know everything." Dumbledore smiled and stood up from Harry's bed. "Enough questions have been asked. Now it's time to enjoy the food and the friendship of your friends!"

(End of this chapter)