Succubus System At Hogwarts

Ian woke up again, and the first thing he saw was the familiar pure white ceiling.

He, Ian Potter, was an old customer of the hospital wing.

"Ian."

"Huh?" Ian looked at the bed next to him and saw his useless, cheap brother. He immediately showed a concerned expression. "Harry, are you okay?"

Harry had a bandage on his hand and his face was a little pale. "I'm fine, Ian. Is Voldemort not dead?"

"He escaped." Ian sat up and leaned against the pillow. "But we hurt him badly. He shouldn't be able to do evil for a while."

Harry was a little disappointed when he heard this. "So... we still couldn't avenge our parents."

"Harry, sooner or later, there will be a chance." Ian patted Harry's shoulder and motioned for him to look at the pile of gifts surrounding their beds. "Look, a lot of people sent us gifts."

Harry was immediately distracted by the colorful packages. He curiously opened the gifts, and even the sadness on his face lessened.

"This is from Hermione, Cassandra, Draco, and Ron." While unpacking, Harry suddenly laughed. "In addition to Slytherin, people from the other two houses also sent me gifts."

"Hey, when did I have so many friends?" Harry looked a little confused.

"Heh~ I have friends from all four houses." Ian raised his eyebrows and opened a few comforting letters written by the little witches. "But the little witches sent more."

"Ian, you are really popular." Harry looked at the fragrant letters in Ian's hand with some envy.

Ian smiled noncommittally and opened the next gift, which was from Miss Isabella Swan.

"A handmade chocolate."

Harry leaned over immediately. "Ian, are you familiar with Miss Swan? The boys in Gryffindor are debating who's prettier—her or Hermione."

"I'm not very familiar with her either. Isabella is Hermione's roommate." Ian took a bite of the chocolate. But, it's likely that we'll be very familiar with each other in the future.

It has to happen.

Isabella Swan is a nice name, but Isabella Potter sounds better. I wonder if the wizarding world is monogamous...

Ian bit into the chocolate while pondering the marriage laws of the wizarding world and imagining the future.

"Ian! I have chocolate too!" Harry suddenly exclaimed. "It was given by the younger sister of the Patil twins! Wow, there's also a big bag of sweets!"

"It seems that you two brothers have gained quite a bit." A gentle voice suddenly sounded.

Ian turned his head and saw that it was Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore." Ian greeted obediently.

This old bee.

He had caught a glimpse of crimson fabric before he passed out, and that cloak could only belong to this old man.

He was certain that Dumbledore must have been using a Disillusionment Charm to watch over them at the time—probably just to make sure the training was effective and that they didn't actually get killed.

"Good afternoon, children."

Dumbledore walked slowly to their beds. "So many gifts—it seems they were sent by your friends and admirers."

"Admirers?"

Harry scratched his hair shyly. "I have admirers?"

"Though it was supposed to be kept quiet, what happened between you two and Professor Quirrell in the third-floor chamber has spread like wildfire."

Dumbledore said with a smile. "So, the entire school naturally knows about it."

Ian shook his head helplessly. "I bet it was Draco and Ronald—those two big mouths—who spread it everywhere."

"I think you're right." Harry nodded in agreement.

"Professor Dumbledore, are Hermione and the others okay?" Ian suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly.

"They are all fine. Miss Granger and Miss Wally are both very smart little witches."

Dumbledore smiled. "They have been asking about your condition and told me that they hope to be notified as soon as you wake up."

"That's good." Ian was relieved upon hearing this.

Harry also smiled. "It's good that they're okay."

"You also have two friends, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy, who care about you both very much." Dumbledore looked at Harry and spoke in a gentle tone. "Friends make our lives much more meaningful, don't they?"

Ian and Harry both nodded in agreement.

"Professor, what about the Philosopher's Stone?" Harry asked. "We defeated Voldemort, but we didn't find the Philosopher's Stone."

"Don't be nervous, children, the Philosopher's Stone is safe." Dumbledore picked up a chocolate frog. "Remember what I told you? The happiest person in the world sees himself in the mirror."

"So, only those who seek the Philosopher's Stone but have no intention of using it can retrieve it from the Mirror of Erised." Dumbledore said with a smile. "In fact, everything was within my plan, and you two have cooperated beautifully, my good children."

"Professor Dumbledore, you are too kind." Ian rubbed his nose guiltily.

To be honest, he did want the Philosopher's Stone—not for immortality, but to turn stone into gold.

"Fortunately, before Voldemort could use you boys to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone, Ian acted fast by fighting with the Dark Lord." 

"Um.. Professor, now that Voldemort is gone, can we see the stone?"

"The Philosopher's Stone is completely safe because it has been destroyed."

"Destroyed!?" Ian and Harry shouted in unison.

Ian immediately sat up, his tone somewhat anxious. "Professor Dumbledore, that was the one and only Philosopher's Stone in the world! If it's destroyed, won't Nicolas Flamel die?"

"Why destroy it? You don't know how to cherish it at all! If Nicolas Flamel doesn't need it, you could have given it to me!"

"My friend Nicolas and I discussed it, and we both believe this is the safest course of action." Dumbledore sat down beside Ian's bed, staring at the young wizard with wise blue eyes. "He will die, but he has enough Elixir to keep him alive until he finishes his own affairs."

"I know this may seem incredible to young people like you, but for Nicolas and Perenelle, death is merely like going to bed after a long day."

"Moreover, to those who are very clear-headed, death is nothing but a great adventure."

Ian still felt a little regretful. "Professor, that was the only remaining Philosopher's Stone in the world. It's really a waste of resources."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Ian, you must understand, the Philosopher's Stone is not as wonderful as it seems. With it, no matter how much wealth you desire or how long you wish to live, you can attain it."

"Isn't that a good thing, Professor?" Harry asked, confused.

"No, children. These are the two things humans desire most, but the problem is that humans often choose what is least beneficial to them." Dumbledore sighed.

"My explanation may not help you fully grasp the truth, but I hope you remember: for those who are clear-headed, death is nothing but just another great adventure."

Ian and Harry both fell into deep thought.

Dumbledore watched the two little wizards and hummed a tune with a smile.

"Professor, even though the Philosopher's Stone is gone, will Voldemort come back?" Harry asked solemnly.

Ian chuckled. "Professor Dumbledore, Voldemort will definitely find other ways to make a comeback, won't he?"

"Yes, children." Dumbledore's expression became serious. "He has not disappeared. He is still hiding somewhere, perhaps searching for a body willing to host him…"

"He is not truly alive, and therefore cannot be killed. At that moment, he was only concerned with escaping and did not care about Quirrell's life or death. He is ruthless to both his enemies and his followers."

Ian nodded thoughtfully. He needed to learn from the Dark Lord's mistakes—be ruthless to his enemies, but gentle to his followers!

"Professor Dumbledore, I have a few more questions." Harry raised his hand. "Can you give me an answer? I want to know the truth."

"The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, which needs to be treated with extreme caution." Dumbledore sighed. "However, I will try my best to answer your questions, unless I have a good reason to keep my mouth shut. In that case, I hope you can forgive me. Of course, I won't lie to you."

Harry raised his head, his expression serious. "Professor Dumbledore, Voldemort killed our parents back then, but he wanted to kill Ian and me from the beginning. Until today, he still wants to kill us. Why?"

"Professor Dumbledore, I haven't found the truth of this matter from anyone or in any relevant materials." Ian also looked at Dumbledore, frowning slightly. "We don't understand what Voldemort's purpose is."

"I can't tell you about this for the time being." Dumbledore sighed heavily. "When you grow up a little, you will know, okay?"

Ian and Harry looked at each other and could only nod helplessly.

"Professor, second question." Harry took a deep breath. "Why couldn't Quirrell touch me? Ian told me to attack Quirrell with my hands, and he turned into a pile of black ash."

When Dumbledore heard this question, his sharp eyes suddenly looked at Ian, but he quickly concealed it.

Ian noticed Dumbledore's gaze and silently cursed in his heart, but kept his expression calm.

Dumbledore retracted his gaze and explained Harry's question. "Harry, your mother died to save you. If there is something Voldemort doesn't understand, it is love."

"He didn't realize that the deep love Lily had for you would leave its mark on you."

It was an ancient spell—not a scar, not a visible mark…

Dumbledore's tone became heavy. "Being loved so deeply by someone, even if the person who loves us is gone, will leave us with an eternal amulet. It is hidden in your skin."

Harry subconsciously touched the lightning scar and sobbed softly. "So, that's the reason."

"Harry, it is for this reason that Quirrell, or rather Voldemort, couldn't touch you."

"Quirrell's heart was full of hatred, greed, and ambition."

"He sold his soul to Voldemort and became Voldemort's vessel."

Dumbledore gave the grieving little wizard enough respect and looked out the window. "When he touches you, the love spell will show its power. Voldemort was not be able to bear such great pain, and Quirrell died."

"So, there is a powerful ancient magic flowing in Ian and me?" Harry wiped his tears. "Is it my mother who is still protecting us?"

"Yes, Harry, that's love." Dumbledore looked at Harry with a smile. "Your mother saved you and Ian with love."

Ian, trying to dispel Dumbledore's earlier suspicion, also pretended to be sad and lowered his head. "I know."

"What?"

"On the day I returned to the old house, I saw it in the ancient magic parchment scroll collected by my family." Ian's eyes turned red. "The blood protection spell my mother used is an ancient magic, a sacrificial spell in the name of love, and it is the most powerful defense."

"Harry and I both have blood protection spells, so I knew that Voldemort couldn't touch us. We are absolutely safe under the protection of our mother's love."

Dumbledore listened to Ian's reasonable explanation, and his expression became a little more affectionate. "I have always believed that 'love' is the greatest magic."

Ian watched Dumbledore's reaction and felt relieved.

That was close. Luckily, he had actually returned to the old house.

Sure enough, no matter where you are or what position you are in, you must remember one thing:

You can't go wrong with caution.

"The third question, Professor, do you know who gave me the Invisibility Cloak?" Harry sniffed, his hoarse voice returning to normal.

Ian also took out the alchemical necklace from his neck and asked curiously, "And this necklace of mine, Professor? Thanks to it, I avoided many of Voldemort's spells."

"That Invisibility Cloak..." Dumbledore's expression suddenly became nostalgic. "This was given to me by your father. He told me that if anything happened to him, this cloak should be passed down to you, Harry."

"As for Ian's alchemical necklace, this is something your father asked me to make."

Dumbledore reached out and touched it. "He told me that the Potter family's Invisibility Cloak is only passed down to the eldest son of each generation. He felt that he owed you a lot, so he asked me and Nicolas Flamel to create this necklace together."

Ian held the necklace in silence, giving Dumbledore the impression that he was deeply moved.

But in reality, Ian was just wondering whether he could get the system to copy a few more.

He could give one to Hermione, Cassandra, and Isabella—one for each.

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