Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 109 The Fate and Persistence of the Three
King of Vampires?
After hearing this strange name, Harry froze for a moment.

Who is the king of vampires?
Could it be that Firenze's divination was wrong?

Quirrell immediately noticed the astonishment on Harry's face, and he warned with threatening words: "Don't think that you can secretly play tricks in front of me, I don't want to repeat the previous conditions to you again— —”

"But you're talking about the King of Vampires," Harry interrupted.

"So what." Quirrell said contemptuously: "You can't imagine how powerful he is, and how profound his knowledge of black magic is. And—ancient magic—you should listen to Haimo in class After that, the Vampire Lord also dabbled in ancient magic, and knew much of the lost magical lore, such as the ability to fly without a wand—”

Harry only saw Quirrell's mouth opening and closing, and couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"It's different from what I thought." Harry said confusedly, "I thought your allegiance was Voldemort."

Just when Harry had just said the name, Quirrell seemed to have heard some incredible horror story, and his reaction was no different from that of other wizards—they were all terrified of the name.

"how dare you.?"

The expression on Quirrell's face was even more astonished than Harry's, and then he suddenly changed his tone.

"What did you say?" His tone obviously weakened a lot, and he asked in a low voice: "What are you talking about, the mysterious man?"

Harry suddenly felt that this method seemed to have a trick.

"It's Voldemort!"

He cried out, hoping to change Quirrell's mind in this way.

"It was Firenze in the Forbidden Forest who told me that Voldemort had been looking for a chance to make a comeback and that the Sorcerer's Stone would make him immortal - you're doing things for Voldemort! Don't you understand what that means? Voldemort lied to you Quirrell! You shouldn't let Voldemort manipulate your memory, and he certainly won't appreciate you for it, because he won't even tell you who he really is!"

"It's still too late to repent." Harry racked his brains to persuade him, "You can explain that you were deceived. Just like me, you are also a victim, and no one will blame you for it."

"Think about it, think about Dumbledore, he can put up with Professor Highmore, and Snape, and these two fought in school without being dismissed. You will have no problem Well, you haven't done anything yet, the Halloween accident doesn't count, and it didn't hurt anyone"

Sorry, Hagrid.

In his heart, Harry silently apologized to the heartbroken Hagrid who was crying at that time, and now he can only lie like this.

Quirrell suddenly became restless. He paced back and forth in front of Harry, walking around and around, and then went to the corner of the room from time to time, whispering something to himself.

But judging from the expression on Quirrell's face, he didn't seem to get a satisfactory answer.

Quirrell walked back to the chair, and Harry stared closely at his pale face, trying to discover something from it.

He saw Quirrell suddenly waved his wand, Harry's body suddenly became extremely stiff, and he could no longer turn his head.

Quirrell moved away so Harry could see himself in the Mirror of Erised.

"You do not understand."

Quirrell murmured in Harry's barely audible voice, with a maddened morbid look on his face.

Neither the Vampire King nor Voldemort could change his decision to go to Albania.

He was then, as now, haunted by his past, full of insults and bullying.

Quirrell also stared at the Mirror of Erised, his tone became extremely calm.

"Now, I shall call him the Dark Lord."

After winning the chess game in the chessboard room, Neville and Hermione gave Ron one last sad look back before rushing through the door and down the next corridor.

The two of them didn't speak any more along the way, they just wanted to get Harry back quickly.

And in the depths of their hearts, there was also a faint feeling of something bad.

They can also completely suppress this feeling when they are in the checkerboard house.

It wasn't until they opened the next room and saw with their own eyes the giant monster that fell on its head, that this bad feeling finally broke out completely.

Someone broke in, trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone!Harry may also be in the other party's hands!
They covered their noses and looked at each other, seeing the meaning in each other's eyes.

The two of them avoided the monster's huge body, quickly ran to the other side of the room, and opened the next door.

No sooner had they crossed the threshold than a flame rose up behind them, sealing the door.This flame is unusual, it is purple.At the same time, black flames shot up from the door leading to the front.They're stuck in the middle.

There is only one table in the room, on which seven bottles of various shapes are arranged.

"Look!" Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment next to the bottle, and she asked Neville to come along, and the two read aloud, "Danger is ahead, safety is behind, and there are two of us who can help you." "

It was a riddle, and just reading it out made Neville feel like he was being dazzled.

But Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Many of the greatest wizards don't have the slightest ability to reason logically, and they have to be trapped here forever." Hermione said confidently.

Neville didn't believe it, he read it again, and his head suddenly became more dizzy.

Solving the puzzles can only be left to Hermione.

"Seven vials: three are poison; two are wine; one will carry us safely through the black flame, and the other will send us back through the purple flame."

Hermione read the paper a few more times.She walked back and forth in front of the row of bottles, talking to herself, and it only took her 1 minute to solve the whole puzzle.

"I have found it," she said. "The potion in this bottle will help us pass through the black flames—to get to the Philosopher's Stone."

Neville looked at the bottle.

"Should I drink it all?" he said. "Is it all right for one person to drink it all?"

Hermione glanced at Neville, who seemed to guess what she was going to say.

"No! I'm not going back!"

Before Hermione could speak, Neville said in advance: "I know you have a better relationship, but—"

However, Hermione insisted on interrupting: "Listen, Neville, if it was before breaking through the devil's net, I wouldn't say anything, just turn around and leave. But your parents are almost recovered, don't you have the heart to Seeing them sad? It’s hard work for you to get a chance to get back together without having to visit them in the hospital.”

Ever since they walked through the troll's room, they'd all figured out that in the next room they'd meet not just Harry, but thieves who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"That person may be the mysterious person."

Hermione finally said, revealing the secret Harry discovered in the Forbidden Forest.

Neville was visibly taken aback.

Then in the next second, Hermione watched helplessly as Neville suddenly grabbed the bottle on the table and swallowed all the potion inside in one gulp.

"Then I shouldn't have let you go."

Neville endured the chill from all over his body, he didn't know if it was because of this reason that he was shaking constantly, and he couldn't stop.

"This is a personal grudge."

Neville plucked up his courage and said.

Only then did he realize that he was not shaking from fear and cold.

But out of anger.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Hermione's lips trembling.

"Neville - you know what, you're a fantastic wizard."

"I'm not as good as you." Neville said very embarrassedly: "It's all thanks to the wand that Professor Highmore bought me."

"No, it's not." Hermione said, "Professor Highmore bought the wand for you, but you are the one who makes the decision now. I dare say that everyone underestimated you, Neville, they didn't Don't know how brave you are, one day those people will change their minds about you—"

As Hermione said, she grabbed the smallest bottle on the table and swallowed the potion inside.

What Neville took was only the potion that allowed people to return smoothly.

In the smallest bottle is the actual potion that goes to the next room.

Then she turned her head and looked at Neville, her eyes filled with unprecedented determination.

"But not today."

(End of this chapter)