They opened the next door. Different from the other fancy venues in the test, this one only had a table with seven bottles of different shapes arranged side by side.
As soon as the two walked in, a flame rose up behind them and sealed the entrance. The flame was different, it was purple. At the same time, black flames also burst out from the exit leading to the next location.
"Here's a hint." Hermione picked up a roll of parchment on the table, and Harry came over.
Open the scroll:
Danger lies ahead, safety lies behind
There are two of us who can help you.
Drink them, one will lead you forward
The other takes you back to where you came from
Two more are nettle wine
The other three are killers
Choose
.......
The following are all hints. But this is not like a magic test, but more like a riddle.
"This is a logical reasoning question. Many wizards don't have the ability to reason logically." Hermione sounded quite proud.
"You're right, I don't." Harry spread his hands
"Just leave it to me, just give me a minute," Hermione said confidently. She read the prompt a few more times, then paced back and forth in front of the table, mumbling to herself and clicking with her fingers.
.Finally, she slapped the table
"Got it!" Hermione picked up the smallest bottle. "This can help us pass through the black fire." She picked up the round bottle on the far right. "This can help us pass through the purple fire."
Harry immediately looked at the small bottle and said, "It's too little, less than a sip. It can only be drunk by one person."
Hearing this, Hermione was interrupted by him just as she was about to speak.
"Go back. Don't be too busy vetoing it. Listen to me." Harry paused, as if he was trying to organize his words. "It's almost time for Ron to wake up now. You find him. There happens to be a flying broom outside. You can fly directly."
Go out, first go to the Owlhouse to deliver a message to Dumbledore, and then go to the principal's office to find Ivy to help me, while I go in first to delay."
"But Harry, what if Quirrell is with the mysterious man? You will die!" Hermione was worried about his safety.
"I've escaped once before, remember~" Harry pointed to the scar on his forehead, "Maybe I can escape the danger this time too."
Hermione pursed her lips and said nothing. She just walked forward and hugged him tightly. "Harry - you know, you are a very amazing wizard."
"I'm not as good as you" Harry was embarrassed
"I just study hard and add a little cleverness." Hermione smiled nonchalantly.
Harry laughed too
"Be careful! Harry"
"Yes!"
After saying that, Hermione picked up the round bottle and drank it in one gulp, then quickly left the room. She had to hurry up and come back a minute earlier, so that Harry would have more hope of survival.
Principal's Office
Fox's nirvana has already begun. Fox, who had eaten and drank enough, was standing on the shelf to rest his mind, when orange-red flames suddenly appeared all over his body. In an instant, the whole bird was burned to a pile of ashes.
"What will happen if I pour water on it now?" Ivy stared at the small pile of ashes, waiting for Fox to regenerate, and thought in a wicked way.
After a while, under his gaze, the ashes spread slightly, and an ugly baby bird emerged. It had a gray body, raised hair follicles, and a red feather on its head that swayed slightly.
The chick is pretty.
"Fox, you were so ugly when you were a kid." Ivy looked disgusted.
"Chichichi—chichichi" little Fox raised his head and shouted directly at Ivy
"Oh~ yes, yes - feed feed feed"
He set up the pan again, preparing to cook a honey steak to replenish Fox's health.
"What are you going to do?" At this time, an elegant female voice came from above
"Who!" The sudden voice startled him.
Ivey looked up. In the portrait at the top, a beautiful lady was looking at him. She looked very nice, but her temperament was very similar to Betty's, and her voice was equally cold.
"Hello, beautiful lady. May I ask -" Ivey spoke very carefully, but he knew that most of the portraits in the room were of previous principals.
"I am the sixth headmaster of Hogwarts," the lady said calmly.
"Dear Madam, it is a great honor to meet you."
"What are you going to do?" she asked again
"Principal Dumbledore asked me to help him take care of Fox. I'm about to cook a big meal for him." Ivy raised his shovel and gestured.
"Do you know what baby phoenixes eat?"
"Meat?" Ivy replied uncertainly.
As soon as he said this, the lady stared at him for a long time, which made him look dumbfounded.
"Is it possible to eat bugs?"
"Just feed the baby bird a little bit of magic energy. It can only eat other food when it grows up a little." The lady sighed.
"Um - thank you principal"
Ivey was a little embarrassed. In order to ease the atmosphere, he walked up to Little Fox and stretched out a finger, and the magic power extended from the fingertips. The young bird sensed the energy and chirped excitedly. It opened its mouth and pecked at the void. Then Aiwei
Wei discovered that the emanating magic power was slowly flowing towards Fox's long beak.
After absorbing Ivey's magic power, the gray color on the baby bird's body began to fade, changing into flame-like patterns.
"It's quite edible." After eating and drinking, Ivey helped smooth its fur and teased it.
"Are you from the Shafiq family?" the lady started chatting with him.
"Dear Madam, Avi Shafiq greets you" he saluted towards the portrait.
"It doesn't really look like it~" the lady said with a smile
"Not very similar?" Ivey touched his handsome face in confusion. "Does our family have any characteristics?"
"It's not about appearance. Shafiq is not an easy guy to get along with."
"...?" Ivey didn't understand.
"Someone is here to find you." Seeing his confusion, the lady did not explain. She glanced out the window and warned.
"Dong dong dong - Ivy! Ivy! Reply quickly!" Hermione shouted anxiously from outside the window.
Ivey hurried to the window
"Hermione? Ron? How did you-"
"Come with us! There's no time! Where's Betty?" Hermione handed him a flying broom.
"Betty didn't come" Ivy took the broom
"Not coming! - Forget it, come with us, Harry is in danger." Hermione was very anxious.
"Okay - ma'am, I'm very sorry, I need to leave. It was a pleasure chatting with you." After saying goodbye to the lady, Ivy got on the broom and flew out of the window.
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Here, Harry drank the potion and walked straight through the flames. He successfully arrived at the last room - at this moment, a figure was standing inside.
"It seems that you didn't get the Philosopher's Stone, right, Professor Quirrell?" Harry looked at his back and broke the silence of the room.
"You know it's me?" Quirrell's voice sounded very surprised.
"You did perform very well. But it's just because you were so good that you aroused suspicion. At least Professor Snape has been wary of you." Harry mocked.
"Snape? Humph——!" Quirrell snorted and turned around. "I thought his villainous appearance could help distract me."
"You're right. At first, I was very suspicious of him." Harry wished he could chat with him more. "But you have to blame yourself."
"What's wrong with me?"
"Don't you think that as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, your performance is too low? Students in higher grades are not afraid of trolls, but you, a teacher, are so scared." Harry
Try to make the topic as long as possible to buy more time.
"Speaking of this, I'm really sorry. Not only did the troll not kill you, but even the gift I specially prepared for Snape didn't have any effect." Quirrell looked ferocious, "But it doesn't matter, it will be over soon."
Te, just stay there and enjoy the last few minutes of your life. When I get the magic stone, I will send you to meet your parents."
After finishing speaking, Quirrell snapped his fingers. Several ropes appeared out of thin air and wrapped Harry tightly. Then he turned around and continued to study the mirror.
Only then did Harry discover the Mirror of Erised behind Quirrell.
"This mirror is the key. Let me see how to get it." Quirrell said to himself.
Seeing his actions, Harry couldn't stand it any longer. He had to prevent Quirrell from getting the Philosopher's Stone.
"I thought Voldemort would be with you. What - without unicorn blood, he can't even walk?" Harry gloated.
This trick was indeed effective. Quirrell turned around with a sullen expression, "Do you really want to see him?" Then, he suddenly smiled sinisterly, "Don't worry, I will definitely meet your request before I die. The master also wants to witness you being killed."
After saying that, he turned back to the magic mirror and said, "I can see that I am holding the magic stone, but what's the use? How can I take it out——"
"Idiot! Take advantage of that boy"
Harry was horrified to find another voice coming from Quirrell.
"Potter—! Come here!" Quirrell yelled at Harry.
"I can't leave because I'm tied up." Harry stood still.
Quirrell clapped his hands, and the rope binding Harry loosened.
"Come here quickly!" Quirrell urged. "Look in this mirror and tell me what you see."
Harry walked to the mirror. Looking at himself in the mirror, his face was pale and frightened at first, just like his own expression. But after a moment, he smiled. Harry in the mirror put his hand into his pocket and took out the
He took out a bright red stone, winked at him, and then put the stone back into his pocket - at this moment, Harry really felt something being stuffed into his pocket.
He stretched out his hand and touched it lightly. The irregular shape was definitely the Philosopher's Stone. Incredible - he actually got the Philosopher's Stone just like this!
"What did you see?" Quirrell asked impatiently.
"My parents, they are with me. And other relatives of our family." Harry told the scene he saw for the first time.
"Humph~ I can almost imagine it." Quirrell still believed this statement.
"Go away! Useless guy" Quirrell pushed him away roughly.
Harry, who was pushed aside, stared at Quirrell while slowly retreating towards the exit.
"He's lying! I feel the Philosopher's Stone!" The sharp voice sounded again
Harry ran towards the door. Quirrell snapped his fingers again, and poor Harry was tied down by the door.
"Tell me the truth! Potter!" Quirrell leaned in front of his face, his eyes bloodshot, as if he couldn't bear it anymore.