days at Hogwarts

Chapter 108 Prologue, Voldemort Appears
"What letter?" A sullen voice sounded, and Snape in black appeared beside him.

Hermione covered her mouth violently to keep from screaming.

Snape had a weird smile on his face, "Just to remind you, if you dare to run around after lights out, I will personally fire you!"

Harry felt that Snape must have wanted to do this, since they were the only ones at school who knew about Snape's plot.

"Now!" Snape raised his voice, "Go back to your dorm!"

Under Snape's threatening gaze, the group hurried back to the Gryffindor lounge.

Snape watched the four young wizards recede until they disappeared.

He can feel that Quirrell has been strange recently, becoming smellier and weaker, and avoiding him like a mouse when he sees him.But there was excitement in the eyes, and almost overflowing malice.

Whatever Dumbledore's plans were, Quirrell obviously couldn't wait for the holidays to come.These stupid and reckless little things will send themselves into danger at any time.

Loren glanced back at Snape one last time, who was watching them deeply in the dim candlelight of the hall.

He sensed that Snape's series of actions was to protect them.So, it should be that Dumbledore, the Riddler, didn't get along with Snape?

The four returned to the Gryffindor lounge and sat down on a stool in a remote corner.

"He will definitely do it after lights out." Harry said with certainty, what Snape just said confirmed his conjecture.

Hermione looked at Loren. All along, they tried to avoid Loren when talking about Snape.

"What are you looking at me for?" Loren shrugged, "I'm not going to inform you, but I still insist that Snape is not a bad guy."

Harry stared at Loren with burning eyes, full of hope, "Loren, you don't have to deal with him with us. If you can, please help us keep an eye on Snape. If he comes out of the office, follow him."

"Okay sir, I promise to complete the task." Loren smiled, of course he was happy and relaxed.

He is not worried about the safety of the three of them.Unlike trolls, Dumbledore has arranged for the scene of the Iron Triangle fighting Quilo for a whole year, and there will definitely be no mistakes.

Quirrell can only use the fire dragon egg to set Hagrid's words, and Professor McGonagall's stiff drop of books, these are guarantees.

It would be best if he could hide and relax. If he got involved, he might even go to the school infirmary to lie down for a few days.

Harry then made an arrangement, "After the lights are turned off, we'll go to the fourth floor and try to get out the Philosopher's Stone before Snape."

The three began to plan their actions tonight. They planned to sneak into the fourth floor with an invisibility cloak and play a short piece of music for Lu Wei...

They discussed some possible accidents over and over again, such as what to do when they meet Nick on the road, such as how to avoid Mrs. Norris.

Loren sat on the stool like a superfluous person.

It's not as relaxed as he imagined, and this feeling of being alone is not very good.

How could he want to participate in it.Damn, Dumbledore must have influenced him.

The sound of the discussion among the three continued until the lights outside the corridor were quietly extinguished, and the little wizards in the lounge all returned to their dormitories, and the lounge became empty.

Harry stood up first, went back to the dormitory and took out the invisibility cloak.

With the invisibility cloak shrouded, the three of them disappeared before Loren's eyes, and then the sound of the fat lady opening the door sounded, and the lounge was completely silent.

Loren got up too, and walked slowly towards Snape's office.

Harry and the others made it to the fourth floor, the room where Lu Wei was.Harry puts Fluffy to sleep with the piccolo that Hagrid gave him for Christmas.

Hermione and Harry jumped into the hole under the trapdoor one after another.Ron landed on it alone, looking at the dark, bottomless hole below, he wondered if it would be too impulsive to jump directly.

But they both jumped, and Ron couldn't help it, so he gritted his teeth and jumped in.

Underneath was a net of black plant vines, which caught the three people who fell.

"Ha, fortunately there are these plants." Ron touched here and there, and soon his eyes widened.

The black vines squirmed along their hands and feet, entangled and bound them, tightening them more and more.

Harry and Ron struggled in terror.

"Relax, this is the devil's net. The more we struggle, the faster we die." Hermione lay flat on the vine, her voice relaxed, even a little leisurely.

"The sooner you die! Then we should really relax!" Ron was exerting all his strength like a fish just caught on the shore.

Hermione showed helplessness, her body sank slowly, as if swallowed by an unknown monster.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Harry panicked and shouted anxiously.

"Relax! Don't struggle, trust me." Hermione's voice came from below.

Harry did as he did, and his body sank slowly.

Ron was immersed in his own world, unable to hear the sound outside at all, and watched Hermione and Harry being "eaten" successively.

"AH!!! HARRY!" His screams broke down.

Below, Harry looked helplessly at the squirming devil's web vines above, "He can't hear us, can he?"

"Devil's net, devil's net..." Hermione kept recalling the contents of the book, "That's right! Devil's net is afraid of light and heat."

"[Blazing flames]" She used a mutant flame spell for heating in winter.

Several blue bellflower-like fireballs spewed out from the tip of the wand, and slowly floated up, releasing the vines wrapped around Ron's body.

Ron fell straight to the ground, on his ass.He stood up and rubbed his buttocks, and said with a smile, "Ha, luckily I'm relaxed."

"Fortunately, Hermione is good at herbalism." Harry shook his head. He felt nervous and worried about the Sorcerer's Stone, which seemed a bit out of tune with the current atmosphere.

"I didn't expect this kind of flame summer to be useful." Ron still didn't answer, looking around and looking around.

The space below is much larger than they thought.It was a one-way stone corridor, with walls on one side and faint rustling and clanging sounds on the other.

They walked down the hallway until they came to a brightly lit room.

In the middle of the room stood four brooms, opposite a closed door.Under the high vaulted ceiling, countless small birds that are as dazzling as jewels flap their wings, leaving golden afterimages.

This is the countless golden winged keys.Obviously, this room requires them to ride on broomsticks and grab the right key that's flying through the air.

Harry jumped onto the broom neatly, his figure bumping around in the air.

Hermione gave up directly, Ron took a look, and chose to give up after seeing the flying speed of the key.They walked to the opposite door and waited for Harry to succeed.

"Why are there four brooms?" Ron discovered the blind spot.

Hermione didn't answer, she tried the Locking Charm on the lock, but it didn't work.Thinking that if it was Loren, there should be a way to open this door.

Harry lived up to their expectations, and quickly grabbed the only silver key out of countless golden keys.

Open the door, and as the three of them entered the second room, the dark room was suddenly lit up.

They stood on the edge of a huge chessboard. The chess pieces were huge stone carvings, the soldiers' swords, and the knight's horses were all lifelike.

They are on the black side, and the opposite white chess pieces are densely packed in front of the door.If you want to pass, you have to win chess.

"Giant Wizard's Chess." Ron murmured, he walked around the black chess pieces, checked and began to command.

Under his command, Harry took the Bishop's place, Hermione the Castle, and Ron mounted the Knight's Horse.The chess game progressed very quickly, and Ron grasped the opponent's style of playing chess and quickly ended the battle.

King White took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet.The white chess pieces bowed and retreated one after another, making way for them.

Ron was very proud of this game of chess, "If it was before Christmas, maybe I could only sacrifice the knight, but I'm not what I was before."

Moving on, the back room was filled with a stench, and in the middle lay the corpse of a troll, larger than the one they had dealt with before, with a bloody mass on its head.

The mood of the three is no longer relaxed, the murderer who stole the Philosopher's Stone is right in front of them.

"At least we won't have to fight a troll," Harry whispered. "Come on, we need to speed up."

They stepped over the giant monster's body cautiously, and as soon as they stepped into the threshold of the next room, purple flames rose from the door behind them, and black flames rose from the opposite door.They're stuck in the middle.

There are seven bottles of various shapes and a roll of parchment in the room.

The content on the parchment shows that there are seven bottles in total, two of which are fire-resistant potions, one bottle of potion can pass through the purple flame, and one bottle can pass through the black flame in front.Two bottles of nettle wine are safe to drink, and three bottles of poison will kill you.

There are four more clues:

[-]. The poisons are all on the left side of the nettle wine.

[-]. The two bottles on the far side are not the same liquid, and there is no forward potion in it.

[-]. There is no poison in the largest and smallest bottles.

[-]. The positive number and the penultimate bottle are the same thing.

Just in time, Harry thought, we each have a bottle of poison.

Hermione took the parchment and read it several times to the clues.She reached out and took out the smallest bottle first, "This is the potion that goes through the black flames."

Then he pointed to the bottle on the far right and said, "This is the potion that goes back through the purple flame."

Harry looked carefully at the two bottles of potion. In the smallest bottle, there were only a few drops of potion that walked through the black flames, not even a sip.The bottle of potion that went back was full.

He quickly uncorked the smallest bottle and poured a few drops of the cold potion into his mouth.The potion penetrated into his whole body like an ice cube, and his body and mind calmed down.

Before Ron and Hermione could react, Harry threw the empty bottle on the floor.

"Go back and find the professor for help. The trolls are all killed, they will believe it." Harry said calmly, "I might be able to contain him."

Hermione's voice trembled, "What if Voldemort is in there?"

Harry forced a smile, and pointed to the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, "I'm the Boy Who Lived, and I can deal with Voldemort once and twice."

Harry and Hermione grew up in Muggle society, and they can call Voldemort by the name without any scruples.

But Ron couldn't do it. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to lighten the atmosphere, make some jokes, and pull Harry along with them.

But he couldn't say anything.

"Hurry up and find the professor." Harry turned around and stepped into the surging black flames resolutely.

Hermione and Ron held back their grief, braced themselves, and were about to drink the potion.But Harry flew out of it at an even faster speed and hit the table, smashing the table and the potion on it.

The two quickly helped Harry up.

"Ahem." Harry clutched his chest and gasped in pain.

Why did Hagrid act like a normal person when he was hit, he felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

Before Hermione and Ron could ask what happened, thick black mist came out of the front door, and the burning black flames touched the black mist and melted like snow.

The black mist filled the door of the purple flame, and the purple flame was quickly melted away.

In the direction of the source of the black mist, a strange person slowly walked out.His face was as white as plaster, his scarlet eyes glowed, and his nostrils were as slender as snakes.

"Go!" Harry said, fighting back the sharp pain in his chest and the scar on his forehead.

Before they could take a closer look, Hermione and Ron pulled Harry and fled in the direction they came from.But Harry was badly injured and they couldn't run fast.

Voldemort didn't chase, he took a deep breath, feeling a feeling he hadn't felt in ten years, the human body.

"Master, they are about to run away." A flattering, timid voice came from behind.

Voldemort felt disgusted, the voice constantly reminding him that this was not his body.

Without answering to the servant, he walked on slowly but inexorably.

On the way, Harry was supported, and he told what happened, "...it was Quirrell...I got the Philosopher's Stone...he couldn't touch me, so he knocked me out."

The Mirror of Erised stood at the door of the room in the black flame, and as soon as he entered, he saw Quirrell looking for the Sorcerer's Stone in the mirror.

Then his reflection in the mirror put the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, and Harry actually touched the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket.

Harry turned around with the Philosopher's Stone and wanted to run, but Quirrell threw him down from behind and grabbed his neck with both hands.But when Quirrell touched him with his hand, he screamed in pain and struggled to retreat as if he was burned.

Then his scarf comes off, revealing a face on the back of his head, and Quirrell calls him his master.

Harry realized that his body could cause harm to Quirrell, and rushed forward screaming.As a result, the positions of the two faces were switched, and the face that looked like a devil was knocked out by a spell.

"Now, as long as we run out, it will be a success tonight." Ron said, holding back his voice that was about to cry.

Harry and Hermione were silent.Take the Philosopher's Stone, master of Quirrell, they all guessed who it was.

They fled all the way to the room where the chessboard was, and this time passed without playing chess.The chess pieces on the chessboard are so sparse that they can't block the way at all.

The three staggered across the chessboard.

In front of the door, Ron let go of Harry's hand and stopped.

Harry and Hermione looked at him suspiciously, wondering why he had stopped.

"You guys go first, I'll break the queen." Ron turned to look at these chess pieces.

Hermione didn't speak, and stopped Harry who wanted to speak, and helped him to escape.

Ron walked back to the center of the chessboard, picked up the White King's crown, and straddled it diagonally.

Then he rode on another black knight's horse, and he said loudly, "Reset!"

The childish voice was serious and serious, echoing in the empty chessboard room.

The base of the stone statue made a rough rubbing sound on the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces fell back to their original positions, waiting solemnly.

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(End of this chapter)