Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

set off!

Under the cover of night, the three sneaked into the restricted area on the fourth floor.

Hermione didn't want to share an Invisibility Cloak with the two of them, so she cast the Disillusionment Charm from the outside.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

Upon arriving at the entrance to the restricted area room, Hermione unlocked the door without saying a word.

The first guard, Fulvery, is fast asleep, with an automatically playing harp beside him.

"Oh no, Snape's already gone!" Harry exclaimed. "I heard Hagrid say that the way to deal with Cerberus is through music!"

"us……"

Harry was about to speak when Hera took the lead, stabbing the three-headed dog in the neck with a syringe, then flipped open the door and jumped down.

"Roar!!!"

The pain jolted the three-headed dog awake, its eyes gleaming with malice as it stared at Harry and Ron.

No, Hermione, you!

Didn't they say a word before engaging the monster?!

The two were so frightened that they scrambled to their feet, finally jumping in at the last moment.

First hurdle passed.

"As bright as day!"

As she fell, Hermione casually cast an illumination charm down below.

Stimulated by the light, the devil's net shrank back, and the three landed directly on the ground without any hindrance.

Second hurdle, passed.

Continuing to walk in, we came to a cave.

Winged keys fluttered in the air, and a flying broom hovered on the ground next to a locked door.

"There must be a key to open this door. I bet this level is about us riding brooms to catch the one at the very top..."

Harry was interrupted by a spell before he could finish his analysis.

"Leviosa!"

In Hermione's hand, a rope floated up, twisting and turning like a small snake under her control, quickly passing through the key array and directly binding the target key.

She took the key, opened the door, and Hermione strode inside.

Third stage, passed.

The three stages took a total of twelve seconds.

It's the same as going home.

Chapter 46 The First Appearance of Ancient Magic

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded when they saw Hermione's smooth and effortless movements, as if she were at home.

"Hurry up, stop dawdling," Hermione said impatiently, looking at the two of them. "Old Voldemort is still waiting up ahead. Let's finish this quickly and go back to rest. I'm sleepy."

Hermione strode quickly to the giant wizard's chessboard in front of her, jumped onto the stone horse, and began to direct the game.

In this game, having too many people is a debuff.

Fortunately, she had observed 1400 million possible outcomes and found the one and only path (just kidding).

"D5!"

"E6!"

"C3!"

"General!"

As the pieces moved, the enemy king was cleaved in two, and the gate in front opened.

Great! No potion aptitude test, no need to think!

After finishing a game of chess at lightning speed, the two of them stared at Hermione as if she were a monster.

Harry realized what was happening and grabbed Ron, ready to rush forward.

"Collapse!"

A flash of light, and Ron fell unconscious on the spot.

Harry was shocked to see Hermione holding a wand: "Hermione, what are you doing!"

"There's bound to be a fight later. He's too bad and just dragging us down. I'll take him home first."

After saying that, a zombie floated away, carrying Ron away on the road they had come from.

Harry stared blankly at Hermione's retreating figure, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

No, I don't think I'm that much stronger! Does that mean I'm not in danger?

Besides, you're the best fighter here, aren't you going?!

But it was too late to regret it now, so Harry could only grit his teeth and keep going.

……

At the deepest part of the passage was a secret room.

Inside the room, a huge mirror stood in the center; it was the Mirror of Erised.

If you've passed the previous levels, which is like unwrapping the magic stone, then this level will reveal that what's inside the wrapper is actually an incredibly sturdy safe!

Quirrell slowly turned around in front of the mirror.

If you're wondering why he's standing here motionless...

No other reason than I'm stuck.

“It’s you!” Harry exclaimed in disbelief.

He had always thought it was Snape who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but he never expected it to be Quirrell!

Seeing this situation that didn't match reality, Harry found it hard to accept for a moment.

Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain... Hermione sighed inwardly as she hid by the door.

Seeing Harry's shocked expression, Quirrell began to explain his evil plan according to the rules of the underworld.

After saying that, he forced Harry to take out the Philosopher's Stone.

The Magic Mirror was enchanted by Dumbledore; only those who want to find the Philosopher's Stone but do not wish to use it can actually retrieve it.

Harry instinctively touched his bulging pocket. The only way Harry could think of to distract Quirrell was... to chat.

They chatted incessantly.

How are you?

I'm fine thank you, an-an-and you?

I'm fine too.

After several rounds of this, Quirrell finally realized that their interactions, aside from strengthening the bond between teacher and student, did nothing to help them obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry, the thief, was unyielding; he either refused to talk or made up stories, leading to a stalemate at one point.

Seeing his subordinates' impressive work efficiency, Lao Fu finally decided to step in personally.

Quirrell turned around and untied the scarf from his head.

The next second, another face slowly emerged from the back of Quirrell's head.

A wizarding nightmare, a beacon of pureblood idealism, a hardcore collector, and a charming and lovable villain—Voldemort makes his dazzling debut.

Harry met his gaze, felt a sharp pain in his forehead scar, and fainted instantly.

Looking at Harry, who had already been knocked unconscious, a faint voice came from behind Quirrell's head.

"The magic stone is in that child's pocket. Go and get it."

It was a hoarse voice, completely different from Quirrell's.

Just as Quirrell was about to reach out, a voice rang out from the doorway.

"It seems you're recovering quite well, Professor Quirrell."

Hermione walked in from outside with a grin.

"It's you!"

Quirrell recognized her immediately.

It was that first-year girl who injured him with a strange weapon in the Forbidden Forest!

He's a Quidditch madman!

If he hadn't drunk enough unicorn blood and hadn't had his master's mysterious methods, he probably would have died on the spot!