Chapter 30 Meeting (more updates if you invest over 100 yuan, please vote~)

The footprints at the door became lighter and some dust settled.

At least two hours.

There was some soft music in the room. He stuck his head in and looked around carefully - a harp on the ground was playing by itself, accompanied by the sound of a sleeping three-headed dog lying on its stomach.

On top of it, a trap door opened, revealing a path leading underground.

Apart from these two, there is no other magical aura.

He drew his sword and walked in.

When he arrived at the trap door, he did not jump down in a hurry, but bent down to look. Even in the dark, his field of vision was still unobstructed - the vines and dark blue tentacle-like roots were the devil's net.

Under the devil's net, there are no other plants.

This is just for...buffering?

He jumped with confidence, and the devil's net immediately entangled him.

Harry didn't have a single injury on his body, and he didn't even sweat much.

A little troublesome, but not big.

A huge chessboard with chess pieces almost as tall as him.

There are no wounds.

Walked to the door and waved his wand: "Open the Alajo Cave!"

"Don't you want to see what your desires are?"

"Ava——"

A stench hit his face, and there was a troll corpse lying in the middle of the room. Harry went over to check it, and found that the corpse was still warm and had been dead for no more than an hour.

Two quick beeps.

He planned to use the same method again, but then he used Alder's Seal.

Click click click——

"Maybe I won't even come." Harry shrugged, "It seems like you haven't found the Philosopher's Stone yet? It's been a long time."

Harry walked to the table. In addition to the potions, there was also a piece of paper with a logical reasoning question written in scrawled handwriting. It was obviously Snape's handwriting.

There was no response, a counter-spell was cast from above.

The moment Harry moved, in the direction he was running, a snake grunted and changed, forming a wall. This way is blocked, so take another one. His center of gravity deflected - and at the same time.

There is a table with seven bottles of potions of different shapes on it.

Not Li Huo.

Voldemort looked playfully at Harry, who was very close to him, and pointed his wand at him: "It's useless. I know you know how to use a sword, so I've been prepared for it."

"Invisibility cloak, it's Potter!" The hoarse voice sounded sharply again.

He blasted open the door and entered the next room.

Harry clicked his tongue and put his hand on the door - "Alder!"

Voldemort recited a spell, and the Death Curse hit Harry in the direction where he was most likely to retreat - there are many dark wizards who can cast the Death Curse, but the reason why Voldemort can become the Dark Lord is because... he can guarantee that every one of them can cast the Death Curse.

The death curse can hit as many people as possible.

It was empty except for a gorgeous full-length mirror, and his target was standing in front of the mirror, looking at it greedily, with a happy red light on his face.

There is a face on the back of the head, no nose, only two long and narrow nostrils, and a pair of snake-like eyes: "Potter, we finally meet."

"Hurry up." The hoarse voice sounded again, "I'm not that weak yet."

Quirrell shuddered, and Voldemort's face had almost no features, but it was still twisted ferociously: "Potter, we can talk."

Quirrell's face immediately became ugly: "You are really sharp-tongued. I always see you in places where I shouldn't see you. Is the back-up plan Dumbledore left behind a fool?"

Harry thrust his sword into the ground and used the force to push it, but he was able to avoid it.

"I finally know why you can detect my movements. It turns out... you have been staying in this place."

Traces of the Death Curse...

Alder's seal, smash it against the wall.

The counter-curse is really perfect.

The shadow in the mirror affects reality.

Voldemort said nothing and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Violating the rules of what should be done, the magic in the room surged violently.

The furnishings here are simpler.

Before he finished speaking, Harry clenched his fist with his other hand and swung it at Voldemort: "Really? Did you ever think that I could still use my fist?"

Witchers most often use sigils and swords to solve problems.

Harry shook his head: "Thanks, but I'm not interested."

The chess pieces came to life, they were shaking, holding knives or guns in their hands, and rushing towards Harry.

In the room, magic continued to surge, and the pieces of the chess pieces squirmed and gathered together. They had a self-repair mechanism, and in half an hour at most, they would return to the way they looked when Harry first saw them.

In the mirror, his reflection was retained. He blinked at him, took out a red stone from his pocket that did not belong to him and did not exist, and put it back into his pocket.

"A first-year wizard? You look down on me so much..."

Moving forward, there are dense and tiny magical auras, their wings are shaking, and they are buzzing in the air.

The magic power shattered and spread everywhere.

Fortunately, this was not the Forbidden Forest, but a small room. Harry moved around and quickly got closer. He swung his sword and aimed to cut Quirrell in the middle.

"Voldemort?" Harry tightened his grip on the sword and added a layer of Quen shield to himself, "You look really ugly."

Whoosh——

Voldemort continued: "It is the Mirror of Erised, which can reflect people's inner desires and most essential desires."

"That's my most precious pet snake."

"You can catch snakes." Harry asked and answered himself.

The seal struck, clicked several times, and cracks appeared. Harry raised his foot and kicked again, and the wooden boards flew around - isn't this much faster than riding a broom?

From under his robe, a large number of black and green snakes crawled out and headed towards Harry.

Cut off the troll's beard, stuff it into the Sorting Hat's hat, and rush to the next room while the Sorting Hat complained.

The third room is extremely beautiful.

There was a bang, and the door lock exploded, black smoke billowing out. Harry reached out and pulled, but the door still didn't move.

"We meet again." Harry nodded towards him, "It seems that you are recovering well, your waist is healed?"

Harry added in a strange tone: "You still have to stay in a smelly turban all day long. No wonder you don't have a nose."

"Goodbye, Potter."

He was intoxicated in his imaginary dreamland.

Voldemort waved his wand and the mirror flew in front of Harry. Even if he dodged, it still reflected him.

Without the strong curse breath, it can be very scorching, and the restrained temperature is surprisingly high. You can't just put on a shield and rush through it without thinking.

Bald head - among the many wizards Harry had seen, he was the only one without hair.

Quirrell's face became panicked: "No, Master, you haven't recovered yet..."

His words were full of confusion.

This made his face darken.

"Some people say my eyes look like a cat, and some people say my eyes look like a lion." Harry responded coldly, "Do you know what cats and lions have in common?"

"Do you know what I saw?"

Quirrell waved his wand: "Hurricane sweep!"

Quirrell turned his head sharply, but saw nothing.

Having said this, he paused: "As a result, I am left with only shadow and steam, and I have to share a body with my servant!"

This doesn't mean they have no brains, it just makes it more convenient - sometimes you have a brain, but that doesn't mean others will also have a brain.

He likes to use this kind of method that a fool can't do and a smart person has to put a lot of effort into it, and then he looks at the distressed look of others and coldly mocks him with "a brain like a troll".

"Idiot! Someone is coming in!" A hoarse voice sounded, scolding him anxiously.

He is very good at flying.

He was about to cast a spell when a hoarse voice sounded: "Let me see him."
To be continued...