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Summary:

Harry Potter fanfiction written in 2022

And if after a few years the Dursleys had come to love Harry and treat him as their own son, while continuing to consider magic as a defect. How to reconcile his nature with the love of his adoptive parents? Very simple, just reject magic. But will the wizards let him do it?

Originally, I wanted it to be a succession of very short chapters based on the model of:Une adolescence à St Brutus

But quickly, I abandoned this idea and made a more classic fanfic. There are still a few very short chapters (especially in volume 1) thattestify tothis original ambition.

Back to Hogwarts

Author's note: to fully understand this chapter, it is necessary to remember the following details from the books:

Since not everyone is as much of a fanboy as I am, I thought it would be a good idea to remind you before the start of the chapter. Enjoy your reading.

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My Lord, perhaps we should return another day?

Quirrell, stop your whining and drink this potion.

But my lord, all of this is far too strange. The absence of the survivor without the slightest explanation, the announcement during the banquet of the place where the stone would be kept, these trials are far too simple. Even first years could pass them.

Of course I noticed it, I'm not an idiot. Dumbledore is setting a trap for us.

In that case, we should turn back, shouldn't we? Quirrell asked desperately.

Stop talking nonsense! Have you lost faith in your master's powers? Do you really think I couldn't thwart the spells of that Muggle lover? The stone is behind this wall of fire. To regain my powers, we have no choice but to move forward and discover what Dumbledore has in store for us.

Quirrell, being more afraid of his master than of Dumbledore, obeyed the orders and entered the mirror room. It was the first day of the school term and, as his master demanded as soon as night fell, he rushed to the third floor to steal the stone.

But in the early morning, it was a dejected Quirrell who returned to his quarters.

My master, it's not a problem, we will try again tomorrow evening.

You are definitely way too stupid. What would be the point of trying again? The magic of the mirror is far too powerful to be broken or fooled. Especially in a place like Hogwarts where it can draw from an almost unlimited reservoir of ancient magic. Only a being who does not wish to use the stone can take it. It's well thought out. I wouldn't stop you from trying again, but know that it's a waste of time.

So what are we going to do, master?

Think. Haven't you noticed that something is missing in this room?

What, my lord?

A trap. The room contained nothing that was meant for us. So who was it for?

And why such simple tests, even (..)

But Voldemort interrupted him:

Stop! You've already said it and Lord Voldemort has little patience with (...)

But Voldemort interrupted his tirade in the middle.

Eureka! You might not be as useless as I thought. You were right. His tests are meant for first-year students. One in particular.

Which master?

To the chosen one. Voldemort replied as he pondered.

To Potter? But he's not even at Hogwarts. And nobody knows where he is.

No, there was another. Dumbledore is the only one who knows the entirety of that cursed prophecy. What if I was wrong?! What if both children have a role to play. Quirrell, I know what we are going to do. We will use young Neville Longbottom to retrieve the stone for us. Dumbledore wants to test his chosen one. Very well. We will help him with that. In the coming days, we will use our influence on the Malfoys to push Longbottom to discover the third floor.

Very well, master

We will also try to find out what happened to Harry Potter. I doubt he is involved in Dumbledore's plans, but I feel it is important. With luck, we will discover that he ended up dying from my Avada. That would be very useful for undermining the morale of the wizarding world once I have regained my power.