some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 144 Dumbledore of Fishing Law Enforcement

Although William doesn't know how to spell Fiercefire, and he can't control the devil's flames, but since this is a checkpoint, Dumbledore must leave the key to pass the checkpoint.

Several people walked to the table, and Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment next to the bottle, and she read:

Danger is ahead, safety is behind.There are two of us who can help you.Drink them, one leads you forward and the other sends you back where you came from.

Two contained nettle wine.Three are killers, waiting in line.Choose, unless you wish to be here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose: first, no matter how cunningly the poison hides, they are actually standing on the left side of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are different.None of them will work for you if you want to move forward; third, you'll find bottles of varying sizes.

There is no death hidden in the giant and the dwarf; the fourth, the second from the left and the second from the right, though different in appearance, taste the same.

After listening to it, William smiled and said, "It's a simple logical reasoning question, and I don't know who came up with it."

"Professor Snape prepared these potions, and he probably made them." Cedric glanced down at several bottles.

Hermione also smiled, "Many of the greatest wizards don't have the slightest ability to reason logically, so they have to be trapped here forever, but this question is not too difficult."

William nodded. To be honest, Muggles are much better than wizards in this respect. Their subject education ensures that they are very logical in many cases.

"Then let's see who can figure it out first?" Hermione suggested.

William used his wand to conjure a piece of parchment, held a quill, and said with a smile, "Let's reason, I'll also leave some small gifts for Professor Snape."

After a little thought, William quickly wrote on the parchment:
Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore each have a non-zero natural number in their hands. It is known that the product of the two numbers is either 8 or 16.

Snape: "I don't know Dumbledore's number."

Dumbledore: "I don't know Snape's numbers either."

Snape: "I still don't know."

Dumbledore: "I still don't know"

Snape: "I see"

Dumbledore: "I know too."

What is the number in the hands of the two of them?
After William finished writing, he placed it on the table, and Hermione was the first to guess the answer to the question Snape left.

She clapped her hands happily. "Understood, this smallest bottle can help us pass through the black flame."

William picked up the inconspicuous little bottle, sniffed it carefully, and it was another potion that he had never seen before.

Professor Snape really hides his secrets, he can even invent a potion to resist the devil's flame, it's scary.

"Is such a small bottle enough for the few of us?" Cedric asked.

William used transfiguration to conjure six straws, "A few drops for each person is enough."

William sucked a few drops through a straw and put them in his mouth. The taste, like ice, permeated his whole body at once.

Several people inhaled a few drops carefully, and finally there was still a sip left in the small bottle.

William left behind the bottle of nettle wine, and took all the potions away.

"This is a potion that can suppress the devil's flames. I want to study it." William said seriously, "Try to find out the ingredients of the potion."

"Can this be researched?" Hermione asked with interest.

"Of course it can. You only need to use Scarpin's Revelation Charm to analyze the ingredients of the potion, but this is quite complicated and it will take a long time to try." William explained.

"There are also these bottles of poison, since they were prepared by Professor Snape, they must be very poisonous.

I will also try to see if I can formulate an antidote. You must know that according to Gobalot's third law... the antidote for a mixed poison is greater than the sum of the antidote for each individual component.

We must not only choose the antidote for each individual component, but also find additional components that can transform the various independent components through a process that is almost alchemical..."

Everyone was listening to the bible, because William was talking about the content in the advanced potions textbook, which was only learned in the sixth grade.

Although Hermione couldn't understand, she still showed interest, and seemed to think that this method sounded very interesting.

After a while, William entered the Devil's Flame first, and saw black flames licking his body, but he felt nothing.

For a split second he could see nothing but black flames—and then he made his way to the other side, into the last room.

It's a large, beautiful circular room full of funny little voices.On the slender-legged table, there are many strange silverware, spinning and spewing small puffs of smoke.

The walls are covered with portraits of old school principals and school principals, all snoring softly in their respective frames.

But they were actually laughing.

Hey, this room is so familiar.

"Eh—isn't this the principal's office?!"

On a September day, William only felt his hands and feet were cold, and he turned around and was about to leave.

Dumbledore set up such a complicated checkpoint just to know who will travel at night?
This is Fishing Law Enforcement!

Everything is boring!
Just as he was about to turn around and go back, Cedric and the others had already swarmed in.

Fred looked at the silverware on the table and said with a big laugh, "Is this the reward for us after breaking through the level?"

Reward shit!

William hurriedly told him to shut up while lowering his voice, "Come on... this is Dumbledore's office..."

The faces of several people were stiff, and they turned around quickly to leave.

"Since you're here, why don't you chat for a while? I'd love to have a heart-to-heart chat with the little wizards before going to bed, so as to understand the students' psychological conditions.

I want to know more, why are they here when they are not lying in their own beds at twelve o'clock in the morning? "

The door of the office bedroom was suddenly opened, and Dumbledore came out wearing a fluffy purple nightgown and a nightcap with little balls on his head.

In Dumbledore's arms, holding Bobo Tea, it was looking innocently at William, and meowed weakly.

He actually came to play disco late at night in front of the principal's bed!

William stood at the front, smiling awkwardly, while Hermione hid behind him, trying to reduce his presence and not be noticed by the headmaster.

"I just said don't come!" If Dumbledore wasn't here, the girl would have shouted.

"Sit down," said Dumbledore kindly.

Six chairs appear under everyone's ass.

"Drink something?" Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "Just milk, a glass of milk before going to bed is good for the stomach."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and six glasses of steaming milk appeared on the table.

"Ah, Bobocha, you are here." William seemed to see his cat suddenly.

He bite the bullet and said: "I thought you were missing, so I brought them to look for you late at night, but I didn't expect you to be here with the principal... ahaha..."

Cedric and the others nodded quickly and laughed earnestly, seeming to agree with William's statement.

Dumbledore smiled and sat down in the chair.

"Then, you have violated at least a dozen school rules, how many points should I deduct from you?"

Dumbledore said happily.

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(Thanks to "Still Xiaomantou" for the reward, \(////)\)

(End of this chapter)