Harry quickly passed the remaining four squares, waved to the little witch with his back, and plunged into the emerging portal without looking back.
"Harry..." Hermione murmured softly, praying that the next time the three of them meet, each other will be fine.
Alone in the seemingly endless sea of sand, the little witch felt inexplicably nervous and looked around uneasily.
This time I really discovered something that I just ignored.
There was a layer of light gray-black traces spread out on the sand surface not far from her. There was a countdown prompt before clearing the level. The two of them did not pay too much attention to it and just regarded it as part of the background.
But when her fast-running mind calmed down, the little witch always felt that the piece of clothing next to the trace looked familiar. She must have seen it somewhere.
Ernie Bill Snape......
No, no, none of it.
The material of this robe is obviously different from the standard wizard robe for young wizards. Hermione recalled the clothes of familiar professors one by one, but found nothing.
It can't be Hagrid. He has never taken off that coat since we met.
Who is it? I feel like the name is already coming out, but I just can’t remember it.
An adult wizard and professor who is related to the Philosopher's Stone...
The little witch was thinking hard, but suddenly she realized something was wrong.
As if she had found some clues, Hermione's cute little nose opened and closed, gently sniffing the smell flying in the air.
As she smelled it, the girl frowned slightly, this unspeakable rancid smell...
It's Professor Quirrell!
But why are his clothes here?
Are you guarding the Philosopher's Stone?
I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but thinking that Quirrell might have been killed by a thief, Hermione became more and more panicked as she looked at the traces on the ground.
The traces on the ground seemed to form a human figure.
Thinking of a terrible guess, the little witch covered her mouth and let out a low cry, then subconsciously took a step back.
Suddenly, great fear surged into my heart. I looked down and saw that I had unknowingly exited the grid, just like the trace, which had left the edge of the grid.
No, I don’t want to be like that!
The little witch shouted unwillingly in her heart, but she could only watch the air around her twisting, as if all the moisture nearby would be drained out in the next second, leaving traces of human figures here again.
I wonder if I will have a piece of my clothes left...
Feeling the moisture in her body begin to disappear, this thought appeared in Hermione's mind for no apparent reason.
This made the little witch a little troubled. They say that people will experience all the scenes in their lives before they die. Why is there such a stupid question in her mind?
I wonder if Ani will laugh at me if he knows about it, and Harry, if he comes back here again, will he still recognize himself?
Mom and dad would be sad. If they had known it, they would have stayed with them to go to school, but she really yearns for the magical world.
Hermione's thoughts were wandering up and down, completely ignoring the changes around her.
"Ahem."
The sudden cough startled the little witch who was lost in various thoughts. Then she felt that the tone was very familiar, and she quickly raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.
"Ani?" Hermione shouted in surprise, jumping up and running towards him.
"Huh? I'm not dead!" When she came to Aini, the little witch groped for her body belatedly. After confirming that the parts were complete, she looked back with fear.
But they found that the yellow sand in the sky had disappeared, and what they saw was just an ordinary house. The ancient door was no different from the ones they had passed through before.
It's as if everything that happened here before was all her imagination.
No, something still remains.
The ashes that seemed to have turned into Quirrell were lying quietly on the ground along with his clothes, telling the little witch that their experiences were real and not false.
"What, what's going on?" Standing next to Ani, it felt like she had returned to the familiar and safe Hogwarts from the adventure of life and death. The courage in Hermione's body was like bubbles, following the illusion.
They disappeared together without a trace and asked Aini stammeringly.
"You don't really think that when professors set up checkpoints, they would have the idea of killing students." Although he asked rhetorically, Aini's tone was particularly gentle, and he gently rubbed the little witch's hair, which became more messy.
Hair.
This made Hermione, who had been extremely nervous tonight, completely relax. She felt that her whole body was filled with endless warmth, and even gave her the idea of putting aside all problems and going back to the dormitory to have a good sleep.<
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But her own memory immediately reminded her that Ron's condition was unknown, Harry's life or death was uncertain, and it was not the time to rest yet.
"Ani, go and save Harry. Someone wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell tried to stop him, but he seemed to have been killed too." Hermione reluctantly grabbed the warm hand on top of her head and moved it back and forth.
Shake hard.
"Well, Harry is safe now." Aini glanced at Quirrell's remains with a strange look.
Puppy legs would not stand in the way of its owner, but Quirrell did die at the hands of Voldemort.
Tom's accomplishments in curses are several blocks higher than Bill's. Although the lack of strength prevents the Dark Lord from forcibly breaking their arrangement, he can still easily find the loopholes in the level.
The core of passing this level lies in mutual trust and cooperation between the passers-by.
Not to mention whether the Dark Lord can trust others, he just cannot do it when it comes to cooperation.
Because when possessing Quirrell, they were considered as a whole by default. They only needed a mouthful of water to pass through the grid, but they could not carry the amount of water for two people.
Only one person will not be able to pass the level normally.
And if they are separated, in Voldemort's current state, even if Quirrell carries him through the whole process, he still needs to carry the water bottle.
And now Tom doesn't even have the strength to pick up the water bottle.
And once Quirrell has any bad intentions, he has to forcefully resist the curse placed by Bill with the help of Hogwarts magic nodes, which may directly destroy his prosthesis.
Therefore, he chose the simplest and most certain method.
After Quirrell climbed the fourth step and consumed all the water in the bottle, Tom asked him to take out the box from Old Burke.
Today is the time for him to make this 800 Galleons transaction worth his money.
Quirrell hesitantly took out the item in the box, which was a small glass tube.
"Master, I will die, I will die, master." Quirrell wailed tremblingly, begging Voldemort to let him go.
He is looking for Voldemort, and is even willing to let the devil inhabit his body. What he wants is boundless power and supreme honor. He wants everyone who has laughed at him to look at him with admiration.
Rather than rushing towards death at a young age, thinking of this, Richlot no longer concealed the resentment in his eyes. If Voldemort really asked him to die, then everyone would die together.
"Idiot, you will really die if you don't drink. The curse will not kill you immediately. As long as you get the magic stone, which can make people immortal, it will not be difficult to shape a perfect body for you.