Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 133 There is no coincidence, only necessity!
Late at night, Hogwarts underground level, the last level.

The secret room full of stones is almost empty, only a mysterious looking mirror is placed in the middle.

It's the Mirror of Erised.

Under the illumination of candlelight, the mirror surface glows brightly.

The little wizard in a black robe saw his own figure in the mirror image, but unfortunately it was not so beautiful.

The McGuffin, who had just recovered his human form, was curling up on the ground and retching.

"Ouch--vomit--"

——I don’t know if the dead mouse with fur and skin eaten in the form of a snake has been digested.

"vomit!'

I can't think about it anymore...

McGuffin's face was pale and his eyes were dull. Although he tried his best not to think of the mouse's face, it was a pity that the scene of fur and skin seemed to be deeply etched in his mind. The more he didn't want to remember it, the more it kept coming out.

Not far away, Quirrell was studying the Mirror of Erised.

Mirror interview where he is tapping on a mirror with a wand

- Make a 'bang, bang' sound.

Quirrell wants to see if the Philosopher's Stone is hidden there.

——He has been waiting for this day for almost a year, and seeing that he is about to get the Philosopher's Stone, he really can't keep his patience.

When Quirrell came here, which is the secret room of the last level, he just saw this gorgeously decorated, ancient and mysterious mirror.

In this stone-built room, he has already checked.

—no other passages, no other secret treasure places.

It seems that this mirror is the key to find the Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore's last mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

Quirrell tried to cast a spell on the mirror a few times, and used all the spells like [Appearance Curse]——it was useless.

He tried to use some small-power attack magic again, trying to see if he could trigger some magic defense devices, but he was almost bounced back to himself by the magic spell attached to the mirror itself.

(This magic mirror itself has a magic spell to protect itself.)
He didn't dare to use powerful magic, for fear of damaging the magic stone hidden inside.

At this time, McGuffin kept retching and making noises beside him, which made him very irritable.

Quirrell waved his wand, and the McGuffin slammed into the wall from the ground and fell down.

When he was holding his wand and wanted to come to McGuffin to say something.

At this time, there seemed to be pipes in the stone wall of the Chamber of Secrets connecting the checkpoint outside. The two people here clearly heard Ron, Hermione and Harry's wanton laughter, and a McGuffin's very familiar and annoying voice.

"you……"

—It was Malfoy.

"Hehe...he's such a nosy guy. If we can really come here, we'll clean it up together." Quirrell's attention was diverted, he turned his head to stare at the sound coming from the stone wall, and laughed thoughtfully. Then he gave McGuffin a cold look, "You just stay here quietly...otherwise you know what will happen. It doesn't feel good to be a snake, right?"

——Now Quirrell is no longer hiding his malice towards McGuffin.

After enduring the pain and standing up, McGuffin slowly moved towards the stone door passage.

——Stay as far away from Quirrell as possible, if possible, it is better to leave here.

Although McGuffin can't wait to kill this double-skinned face immediately, it's a pity that according to his current strength, he is now in a head-on confrontation with Quirrell - the odds of winning are low.

He doesn't have the halo of the leading role of iron head, or some kind of "protective spell of love". It is best to combine with Harry, who specializes in restraining Voldemort's "face-blurring artifact", to break this dangerous situation.

McGuffin had just come near the stone gate.

puff--

Black flames soared into the sky, burning blazingly and blocking the entire passage portal. McGuffin had to retreat to the edge of the passage, and smiled embarrassingly at Quirrell, hoping to 'get away with it'.

(This is Fiendfyre, which is also a kind of ancient magic in the wizarding world. It is not easy to control but powerful. With the current ability of McGuffin, it is impossible to pass here.)
Quirrell glanced back, the corners of his mouth twitching.He laughed for a while, didn't say anything, turned around and continued to study the Mirror of Erised in front of him.

——He tried to move the magic mirror to see if there was any mechanism hidden here.

And at this time, the Fiendfire on the door at the end of the passage gradually disappeared and disappeared.

It looks the same as before.

……

At the same time, on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

However, it was not Dumbledore with the long silver beard sitting in the armchair behind the long table, but Snape.

He was dressed in a black robe, leaning on a chair with a gloomy face, looking very annoyed, and he knocked his shoes on the huge long table with claw-shaped legs without grace, even without politeness.

——This is the desk of the headmaster of Hogwarts through the ages.

The portraits of the old principals hanging on the wall were very angry when they saw him like this, and some of them loudly reprimanded him for disrespecting the school of Hogwarts and Dumbledore.

To which Snape responded, another shoe on the long table.

——FxxK! (Fingers up!!)
If possible, Snape even wanted to use this Muggle gesture learned as a child to directly face Dumbledore and draw the above word to express his dissatisfaction with Dumbledore during this period of time.

And today the resentment has reached a new level.

There was a wand on that table, it belonged to Snape, and a black flame lit up on it.

——This is the reminder and warning device he made when he made the protective magic mechanism. If someone triggers it, a warning will appear as shown now... It was triggered once on Halloween, and it was triggered again when Quirrell broke in not long ago. This is the second time...It was triggered by the little wizard McGuffin Albert!

Why Snape knows so clearly now, because now there is also a mirror in front of him that is exactly the same as the Mirror of Erised in front of Quirrell in the basement level.

——It displayed the image of the last level of the underground in real time, just like the Muggle TV he had seen when he was a child, but it was much clearer, and the picture was displayed on a larger screen because it was displayed by this magic mirror that could almost touch the ceiling.

And Quirrell, that silly B, was lying on it and knocking on the mirror.

Little did he know that Snape had completely sniffed out a few of his own nose hairs.

(Well! Why should I see this thing!)
——Snape was full of anger and didn't know where to vent it.

As soon as he remembered that the old bee left everything to himself this morning, he slapped his ass and ran to the waste Ministry of Magic, deliberately stepping into Quirrell's trap, so that Quirrell thought that the old fox had left... so he could safely and boldly prepare to start their plan of action.

——Clearly knowing that Harry is going to meet Quirrell, and it is likely to cause great danger, Snape can't stop him. He has to wait for the treasure boy, the little wizard who survived the catastrophe, and the famous son of destiny Harry Potter to complete the mini-game of passing the level, and then meet the big devil...

And looking at Qi Luo, this guy is full of ambition, and looks stupid to play with everyone.

Little did he know that as long as Snape wanted to, he could immediately use the Floo powder channel through the fireplace in this office to instantly appear in the purple flame wall that he set up that magic level.

——Quirrell, an idiot, was completely 'arranged' by Dumbledore, and he 'clearly' became an evil villain in Harry's adventure game.

This made Snape more and more annoyed as he thought about it, and finally he felt a little cold in his heart.

——Couldn't he be arranged like this by the old fox Dumbledore?
The only thing that surprised Snape in this one, that even he felt Dumbledore hadn't expected.

When Quirrell came here, he brought in a snake (the long black snake he saw in the glass box this morning), and after that, Quirrell cast a spell to restore it to its original shape.

—It turned out to be MacGuffin Albert.

That spell reminded Snape of a dark magic that had almost disappeared in England.

——An almost unsolvable evil curse [Blood Curse].

Moreover, the cost of casting [Blood Curse] is not low. Quirrell cast it on a little wizard. What exactly does he want to do?
This question had been entangled in his mind since just now, making Snape very uneasy.

——Even though he is now monitoring Quirrell's every move, there is still an ominous shadow hanging over his heart. He always feels that some things are beyond his and Dumbledore's control.

Is it the crazy little wizard MacGuffin in front of him?

Or is Quirrell hiding secrets they don't know about?

And where the hell is Voldemort? ——He should be hiding somewhere in Hogwarts Castle, won't he come out at the critical moment of taking the Philosopher's Stone?
No, according to what Snape knew about this arrogant guy, he probably wouldn't do such a thing, even if he was so weak, he wouldn't do such a thing hiding behind someone like Quirrell.

This uneasy feeling, could it be that Harry might get hurt in the level?
Shaking his head, Snape dismissed the guess.

He knew those levels clearly, and he would not cause any major harm to Harry at all.

Just like the level he set up, it says that the potion is actually except for the two bottles of antidote, the other potions are water of life and death, sleeping pills.

If they fail their own test, they will be trapped there in a coma, and then they will inform Professor McGonagall that they will go together to capture Quirrell, Voldemort's minion.

——This was the agreement between myself and Dumbledore at the time.

Whether it's Quirrell's troll level, Professor McGonagall's wizard chess, or Professor Flitwick's broomstick-finding key level, these professors chose to build under the guidance of Dumbledore more or less...

——That idiot Harry didn't even use his brain to think about it, how could it happen that they were all good at it.

Even when jumping from the trapdoor hole, there is a devil's net, just in case these little guys jump down recklessly without thinking.

Moreover, there are moonflowers planted next to the devil's net. Because of the faint fluorescence, the devil's net will only strangle people to faint.

This is all an agreement between Dumbledore and himself. He wants to test Harry and the others. If they pass the test, they will be able to continue and be qualified to face Quirrell. If not, then...

——It's almost like a big adventure game with Harry Potter.

All coincidences are inevitable arrangements.

But that idiot Harry, with his empty IQ, wouldn't feel anything wrong at all.

……

Harry felt something was wrong.

—I don’t know when everything went wrong?Should Malfoy still be lying there anyway?

When riding a broomstick to grab the silver key and open the door, Malfoy followed the others up with a deadpan face.

And from time to time, he glanced suspiciously at a few people, as if they were doing some sneaky business.

——this made Harry very angry, but he couldn't lose his temper with Malfoy's face, which was just the white of the eyes and pupils of other colors.

——This guy is indeed a bit too pitiful (le) tonight!
As soon as he saw it, he couldn't help his face twitching (laughs)!

"Listen to me Malfoy, there was a broomstick in that room just now, or else you should go and get one first, ride him past Lu Wei's big dog, and inform the professors... We must stop the Philosopher's Stone from being stolen..."

Harry suppressed a smile, trying to get Malfoy away from the others. If this goes on, they might faint from laughter halfway through!

—For example, in the current situation, Ron doesn't seem to be useful at all.

They enter the second room.

Here is a giant wizard's chessboard.

There are black and white chess pieces on it, and the chess pieces without facial features look very scary, and you must let the sunspots win to pass here.

Although this happened to be what Ron said he was good at, Ron could not help but smile at Malfoy's face now that he glanced at it, which made Harry wonder how much chance Ron would have in a while.

But in the face of Harry's kindness, Malfoy didn't appreciate it at all.

"Ha! Philosopher's Stone, so that's the purpose of your coming here...to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Malfoy covered half of his face with one hand, pointed at several people with one hand, and still maintained the 'Fan', he still maintained the style of a pure-blood wizard, and said his opinion slowly, "...Where is McGuffin Albert? Did he go in with Professor Quirrell to serve as an outpost for you..."

"Pfft...Sorry, sorry...Draco, can you please stop talking like that...And what are you talking about...I can't stand it...Are you trying to laugh me to death?" Ron gasped out of breath from laughing.

Listening to Malfoy's 'bizarre' remarks, coupled with the contrast between his modern street art look and his 'stance', all this made Ron roll on the ground, laughing non-stop, looking almost crazy.

However, Malfoy was half-crazy with anger. He roared and rushed over, wanting to settle the old and new grievances with Ron.

I saw a black shadow rushing forward, twisting with Ron, rolling around, punching each other...

Until...the two rolled in front of a statue of a white chess piece, alas, the heavy stone giant sword directly plunged into the ground to stop Ron's progress...but Malfoy rolled to the other side of the white chess piece...It seems that this magical defense device did not stop him.

--What exactly is going on?

Malfoy twirled the black gemstone ring in his heart, thinking about it, and was greatly surprised.

——This ring can make the holder undetectable by ordinary magic, which is actually true.

"Harry, you guys just stay here, I'm going to see what the hell is going on with McGuffin and Quirrell first..." Malfoy turned around triumphantly and left after finishing speaking.

This made Ron's teeth itch, "I knew I would have thrown this guy there, right? Harry...Harry? Where are you going?..."

Harry turned and walked towards the previous room. Ron quickly stood up and wanted to stop him, "What are you doing... we have to help the black pieces beat the white pieces right now, so we can get through here?"

"It's too late... We have to catch up with that idiot Malfoy before he makes everything worse... When I got Malfoy out of here just now, I remembered that we could ride over these pieces on broomsticks..."

"Okay!..." Ron took a look and realized that it was really impossible for these stone chess pieces to jump into the air to attack them, and he couldn't understand Malfoy's complacent look just now.

Harry took the two broomsticks and led Hermione and Ron safely over there.

It wasn't until the next room that Harry realized he was worrying about Malfoy for nothing.

——He was hit and passed out again.

In the next room, there is a giant monster that has passed out, and it exudes a strong stench and poisonous gas.

The whole room seemed to exude (si)yellow air, which made the tears of several people blurred. It was Hermione who cast an air freshening spell on them, and they barely survived.

Malfoy was lying on his back not far from the door, his eyes were open and the whites of his eyes were rolled up, he seemed to have passed out, he was 'enjoying' the suffocating smell of 'ecstasy' between his breaths.

It seems that he was accidentally fainted by the smoke, and after being exposed to this smell, he will not be able to wake up for a while.

--Should!

Ron was very happy to see Malfoy like this, thinking that they would not remove him this time no matter what.

But when he was happy, he accidentally let go of his nose. The smell made him dizzy immediately. It was Hermione and Harry who hurriedly dragged him out of the room to avoid the same fate as Malfoy.

And when they came to the next room, two flames, one purple and one black, rose on both sides of the room.

After Hermione solved Snape's problem and knew the answer, Harry discussed with them and let them both drink the potion in the round bottle and report back to Hogwarts Castle with broomsticks, while he faced his own fate.

"It's not safe for Malfoy to be next to a comatose troll after all... you guys have to find a way to move him out of there..."

"And isn't McGuffin still waiting for us to save him?..."

"After all, this is my fate...and I have escaped once before, maybe this time I can come back again...I hope I can contain Snape before you come here...Ron, didn't you say that your broomstick skills are very good? Now is the time...to show your true skills..."

Harry convinced Ron and Hermione by pointing to the scar on his forehead, and he even joked to defuse their nervousness.

Then Harry drank the small bottle of potion and entered the last level room through the black flame.

Someone was already there waiting for him - not Snape, not Quirrell, not even Voldemort.

—McGuffin Albert was standing before him.

(End of this chapter)