Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Danger ahead, safety behind.

Two of us can help you, drink them down, one will lead you forward and one will send you back to where you came from.

Two contained nettle wine, and three were killers, waiting in line.

Choose, unless you wish to stay here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide, they stand to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right are different, and if you want to move forward, none of them will be useful to you;

Thirdly, you will find that the bottles are of different sizes, and there is no death hidden in giants and dwarfs;

Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although the appearance is different, the taste is the same.

After Hermione finished reading, her eyes glowed with confidence, "This is not magic, it's logical reasoning.

It's wonderful, as expected of Professor Snape, a wizard who can't reason is afraid that he will be trapped here forever. "

"Don't get too excited, I don't want us to be trapped here."

"What are you thinking about? This kind of logic problem can be solved in less than half a minute.

If it is to prepare potions, maybe there will be some labor gains, but this... is really a bit speechless. "

"Half a minute?" Hermione froze for a moment, then turned to look at the seven bottles, "Are you kidding me? It will take me a minute or two at the fastest to sort them out."

Harry stood aside silently, trying to suppress his presence as much as possible.

Is he the only one who thinks this level is difficult to get out of the sky?Or is there really such a big difference between the world of a top student and a scumbag?

"It's nothing difficult. The most important thing to do this kind of question is to analyze step by step." Aaron walked to the table, took a brief sniff, and pointed to the second bottle on the left and the second bottle on the right.

"It tastes the same, Professor Snape is really rich!

This kind of nettle wine is rare in the market, at least for 20 years.

The first one on the left is the poison, as for the second, the three bottles of poison are mixed in the third, fourth, and fifth bottles.

The bottle on the far right is not poison, not nettle wine, but it won't help us move forward, so of course it will send us away.

And it's the big bottle, which is the giant, and the smallest bottle in the middle is the dwarf, which helps us move on. After finishing speaking, Aaron spread his hands, "It takes less than 20 seconds, how easy it is!" "

Harry and Ron stared at him dumbfounded, speechless in surprise.

"Surely you want the bottle to go through black flames, don't you Harry?"

"Yes!" Harry nodded solemnly.

"Very good." Aaron looked at Hermione again, and handed the large bottle to her, "Drink it, go out, and return the same way."

"But what do you do?"

"I'll go!" said Harry, "this little bottle only has one mouthful, maybe less than one mouthful, and it should only be enough for one person to pass through.

Aaron, you go back with Hermione, and then send a message to Dumbledore asking him to come save us.

This matter has nothing to do with you, I tried my best to delay Snape, but it may not be too long. "

"Idiot!" Aaron said disdainfully, "I only agree to let Hermione go back, and I am against everything else."

"Why?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"First of all, the person inside is definitely not Professor Snape, I've said it countless times, but you always have to be preconceived.

Secondly, send a letter to Dumbledore at this time. When he comes back, I guess he can only collect your body.

The most important thing is, I thought of everything you thought of, and I thought of everything you didn't think of. Aaron said and saw that Harry's eyes became more confused, and sighed speechlessly, "Forget it, I can't explain it clearly to you.

You just need to understand one thing, I have my reasons for preventing the mysterious man from being resurrected, and it has nothing to do with me. "

"Was it the one in the Forbidden Forest?" Hermione asked tentatively.

After all, in the Forbidden Forest back then, the man in black was very interested in Aaron, and would rather give up the blood of the unicorn to catch him. Chasing him might not be enough to describe it.

If Hagrid hadn't come in time, the consequences might have been serious.

"Forbidden Forest?" Several question marks flashed above Aaron's head, "Yes, that was the time.

The most embarrassing moment in my life, if I don't get back on the spot, I will be in a panic. "

"But..." Harry swallowed, "how are you going to stop him?

If it wasn't Snape, it could only be You-Know-Who.

I have this scar on my head, maybe it can turn evil into good fortune.

How about you? "

"Don't worry about it, he can't bear to kill me."

Hermione nodded, deeply convinced, "It's true."

"Well, even so, he can arrest you."

"He didn't have this chance." Aaron said meaningfully, "Anyway, unlike you, I never do things that I am not sure about, nor do I do things without brains."

Harry:  …

Why does this sound so wrong!

"There is one more problem, there is only enough for one person in this small bottle, there are two of us."

"Cut!" Aaron curled his lips, picked up the nettle wine on the table, and poured the little potion in the small bottle into it, "Let's not say it's two people, three people are enough."

"Then am I..."

"Don't talk yet!" Hermione was interrupted by Aaron before she finished speaking, "Drink another bottle of potion and leave here, that's what you should do."

"No, I don't agree."

"It's up to you not to agree." Aaron said as he took out his wand, "I won't do anything to girls, but it's for your own good, and you'll know when you go out."

"You..." Hermione trembled her lips, "You really can't?"

"No, don't even think about it, there is no need to discuss this matter."

Hermione sighed slightly, glared at Aaron with her red eyes, then picked up the bulging bottle and took a swig.

Chapter 86 This mirror...is not quite right

After drinking the potion in the small bottle, Harry and Aaron only felt cold all over their bodies.

But the effect was obviously good. When they passed through the layer of black flames, they didn't feel anything, as if the flames didn't exist.

The two walked through a long corridor and came to the last room.

There is no mechanism here, only a mirror of Erised, and there is a person standing in front of this mirror.

But it wasn't Professor Snape, nor the Mysterious Man, but the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Quirrell.

Through the reflection of the mirror, Harry saw the face of the person whose back was facing them, and opened his mouth in shock.

"It's you?

No, that couldn't be, it was Snape, he was. "

"How many times have I told you?" Aaron shook his head speechlessly, "It's not Professor Snape, it's not Professor Snape, you never believed it.

Well now, facts speak louder than words, you can't believe it. "

Professor Quirrell turned around, with a cold face that was absolutely unmatched in peacetime.

"I didn't expect that! I actually met you here, Potter.

What I didn't expect was that there was a surprise surprise, Aaron Gaius. "

"Ah... Should I feel honored at this time, after all, not everyone can get into Voldemort's sight."

"Voldemort?" Harry froze for a moment, then looked at Professor Quirrell in astonishment, "You said he was Voldemort?"

"Of course not, Professor Quirrell is just a poor possessed creature.

But it should be voluntary. Although the Dark Lord is lingering, it is undeniable that he has great resources and can bestow what ordinary people most desire.

Money, life, knowledge, power, or... power. "

"I suddenly understood why the master valued you so much." Quirrell suddenly laughed, "But how did you know?

Shouldn't everyone be suspicious of Snape like Harry Potter under normal circumstances?

After all, he doesn't look like a good guy, and he often makes things difficult for Gryffindor, while Professor Quirrell is just a stammering coward who can't even speak well. "

"I have raised a magical animal, which is particularly sensitive to certain cold and dark atmospheres.

You hide it well, but you are too weak, which inevitably reveals a flaw.

It was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and my pet was keenly aware of something repulsive to it.

At first, I didn't pay attention to it, but I happened to find the flash of killing intent in your eyes.

Compared to my peers, I am quite knowledgeable, but the look in your eyes still makes me feel creepy.

Just imagine, how could a person who is obedient and stutters and trembles when he speaks, have that kind of look in his eyes.

You have definitely killed people, and more than one.

I've been suspicious of you ever since. "

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Professor Quirrell applauded: "It's really beautiful, but this is just a suspicion, right?"

"It's doubtful, but that look alone is enough for me to conclude that you are not a good person.

In addition, after the Forbidden Forest incident, Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore approached me successively, but it can be said that they were all for official business, and there were certain reasons.

Only you, the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you actually want to leave me to talk alone, and the reason is to guide me in my studies. "

"Is this reasonable?" Quirrell said with an ugly face, "Isn't it common for teachers to give more preference to outstanding students?"

"That's reasonable, but at that point you'd already been labeled a 'bad guy' by me.

I just injured the black-robed man in the Forbidden Forest, and the college professor who has almost no contact with me usually wants to guide me. It's hard not to let people think about it!

In addition, the scar on Harry Potter's forehead, the unicorn blood that can sustain life, the Philosopher's Stone that can make people live forever, and a scary man in black who dare not show his true colors.

These connections can barely draw a conclusion that you are the object of Voldemort's possession. "

Hearing this, Professor Quirrell lowered his head sullenly and remained silent.

Harry pursed his lips, and at the same time he felt that everything became clear.

"What about...Professor Snape? He jinxed my broom on the Quidditch pitch."

"This..."

Just as Aaron was about to explain, Quirrell suddenly said, "Actually, I wanted to harm you, and Snape was chanting to break the spell.

If your friend Miss Granger hadn't come to light the fire and blocked my view, I could have killed you in half a minute at most. "

"Understood?" Aaron glanced at the dazed Harry and said, "Our head of Slytherin wanted to save you, but you wronged him for most of the semester, and you owe him an apology."

Harry nodded blankly, "But I always feel that he hates me very much."

"Of course he hates you, but the reason for hating you is your father, but he never wants you to die.

I knew from the start that you were a threat, especially after Halloween.

I let the troll out, distracted everyone, and thought I would succeed, but Dumbledore's magic stopped me.

After that, Snape came to my door, he was more sensitive than anyone else, suspicious me, frightened me, threatened me...

But he didn't understand that his threats were useless because I was not alone. "Professor Quirrell turned around and looked at the Mirror of Erised, his eyes full of greed, "What is this mirror for?

I saw my desire, I dedicated the Philosopher's Stone to my master, but how did I get it? "

"What you see may not be true." Aaron spread his hands, "This level was designed by Dumbledore. He is old and mature, and his wisdom will definitely not be simple."

"Hmph! At worst, I'll smash this mirror.

I have plenty of time, and when Dumbledore comes back from London, I'll be flying away with the Philosopher's Stone. "

"You can try it, maybe you won't get anything if you break this mirror."