The spirit behind the gods

Walking through the room full of chess pieces, and before they could step into the next room, the three Hermione covered their noses one by one.

"It stinks!"

The familiar stench alone allowed Hermione to guess what trouble he was going to deal with next—trolls.

When the three of them entered the room, they saw a giant monster lying on the ground with a large bag swollen on the ground.

"This... It should be Quirrell's own guardian, the troll, but he obviously didn't plan to use it to block his invasion, and the strength of this troll can't stop the powerful wizard at all!"

The trolls that had already fallen were not enough to stop Hermione and the others, and the three of them easily crossed this side.

Soon everyone entered the sixth level, when Ron, who was walking at the end, had just crossed the gate, and two walls of fire suddenly rose in front of the front and back doors of the room, black and purple.

The black wall of fire blocked everyone's way, while the purple wall of fire blocked everyone's way out.

The sixth level was set up by Snape, and there were seven bottles of different shapes on the table, containing seven bottles of liquid that looked almost identical.

There was a roll of parchment on the table, and the three of Hermione read it almost simultaneously.

"Danger is in sight, safety is in the rear, and two of us can help you. Drink them, one leads you forward, the other sends you back to where you came, two with nettle wine, three killers, waiting in line. "

"Choose, unless you want to be here forever, we have four clues to help you choose: first, no matter how cunning the poison is, they are actually on the left side of the nettle, second, the bottles on the left and right ends are not well contented, and if you move forward, they will not be useful to you, third, you will find that the bottles are of equal size, and there is no Grim Reaper hidden in the giants and gnomes, and fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although they look different, they do taste the same. "

This was the logical reasoning that Muggles excelled at, and for wizards who delved into spells, it became their biggest headache.

It's just that this question is not as difficult as Hermione, whose knowledge is comparable to that of a master's, and she is familiar with this kind of problem.

As Hermione picked out the most inconspicuous vial, she held up the potion and said, "This is it, the potion that will allow us to pass through the black wall of fire, and the other potion that will return through the purple wall of fire - this round bottle!"

Did Hermione pick the right one?

She did choose the right one, but there was a flaw in her way of thinking!

"Hermione... You seem to have forgotten Quirrell who entered before you, and if he had already passed this level, the order of the bottles of potions might have changed in the first place, and you would have made a mistake in following the parchment idea!"

[Of course, Quirrell was in front, but he didn't do anything about the potion, is this guy disdainful, or does he think everyone is stupid?]

Hermione, who had been swearing by her reasoning, suddenly realized that she had made a near-fatal mistake when she heard Yuu's explanation, and if Quirrell really did what Yuu said, then Hermione and the others were afraid that someone would die because of it.

Maybe it's just a possibility, but for smart people, even if it's just a possibility, try to avoid it as much as possible.

It's easy to talk to smart people, and Hermione herself realizes her mistake.

The amount of each bottle of potion is pitiful, and even the amount of less than one mouthful, it is undoubtedly not enough to want everyone to share a little, which determines that only two people can take two bottles of potion that can help three people.

One can be used to chase Quirrell, while the other can be used to return for help, while the rest remain in the room surrounded by walls of fire to wait for rescue.

Who's on?

This question was in front of Hermione and them, and there was no doubt that taking the initiative to pursue Quirrell was the most dangerous thing, the most important thing for the three people from Gryffindor was courage, and Harry was the most courageous at this moment!

"Let me go!"

Harry, who was touching the lightning scar that became more and more painful, seemed to feel Voldemort's presence as well, perhaps because he sensed his old enemy, and Harry's attitude became tougher than ever.

Hermione soon made a decision, she chose to stay in charge and let Ron drink the potion that passed through the purple wall of fire to find rescue.

The three of them moved around the same time, and soon only Hermione was left in the room.

When Harry and Ron were gone, Hermione was beside her.

"Almost, come with me to meet the struggling Voldemort!"

Yu who embodied himself in reality, pulled Hermione with one hand, and where the two passed, the terrifying black flames immediately spread out to both sides, as if there was an invisible fire avoidance circle, pushing away all the terrifying black flames.

After a not-so-long passage, Yu led Hermione to the last room.

As Hermione had speculated before, the person who tried to seize the Philosopher's Stone was Quirrell, but at this time, the person who dominated Quirrell's body was Voldemort who was attached to the back of Quirrell's head, leaving only smoke and shadow.

In the room of this final level, there is only one floor-to-ceiling mirror, which is the Eris Magic Mirror, which is quite famous in the wizarding world.

The Mirror of Eris does not make dreams come true, and people are able to see what they desire most in the mirror.

But what is in the mirror is always just what is in the mirror, and cannot be turned into the real thing.

Dumbledore used the magic of the Mirror of Eris to hide the Philosopher's Stone in it, and only Harry could take it out.

Today's Harry is naturally not Voldemort's opponent, and even just Quirrell, Voldemort's horse boy, can easily take him down.

The rope controlled by Quirrell automatically tied Harry's whole body, and Harry, who couldn't move his hands and feet, was choked by Quirrell's neck.

"Hand it over, hand over the Philosopher's Stone!"

The neck had been choked, and Harry had been pinched so much that he couldn't even notice Yu and Hermione, who had just walked into the room.

"Tsk, bullying children... The pattern is really low!"