Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

After passing the bird key group, it is Professor McGonagall's huge real wizard chessboard.

Charlotte stopped not far away, hid in the corner, and looked at the three little ones, who were clearing the level.

The battle was fierce, and many chess pieces were broken on the chessboard.

Charlotte doesn't know anything about Wizard Chess, just wait until they finish playing and clear the level and get in together.

Ron's talent is not only first-class in storytelling, he is also better at playing wizard chess than most wizards. After Ron heroically "sacrificed" himself, he successfully allowed Hermione and Harry to enter the next level. Charlotte took it easy Followed by.

Quirrell's troll level, open the door, the disgusting stench can hardly breathe, Quirrell, how much do you like the species of trolls!

Charlotte covered her nose and put a head-soaking spell on herself, watching Harry and Hermione howling as they were being chased by the troll.

"What to do, Hermione!"

"Harry, calm down, you go and get its attention."

After Hermione finished speaking, she separated from Harry. Harry could only wave his hands, jump up and down, and let the troll come at him.

Those big hands waved down, making a sound of breaking through the air, which shows their strength. When Harry was running, he looked back, lay down on the ground, avoided the giant's big hands, got up quickly and continued running, panicked. yelling.

"Why is this troll bigger than the other one!?"

Hermione, who found the right time, shot down the stone pillar above the giant monster's head, barking, that scene should not be too beautiful, red and white things flowed out, and the smell of the whole stone room became more and more disgusting.

Having seen this scene, Harry and Hermione vomited, helped each other, and staggered into the next level.

Charlotte bypassed those red and white objects, and the last level was Snape's potion test.

A purple flame rose from the door you entered, and a black flame was attached to the next door. There is only one long table in the whole room, and there are seven small bottles on it. There is a piece of parchment on it. If there is no answer, just do it Be prepared to be stuck here.

Hermione read the contents softly.

"Danger is ahead, safety is behind, and there are two of us who can help you, drink them down, one will lead you forward, and the other will send you back to where you came from.

Two contain nettle wine, three are killers, and are 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 left and right bottles have different contents, and neither of them will be useful to you if you want to move forward.

Thirdly, you will find that the bottles vary in size, and that there is no death hiding inside the giants and gnomes.

Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although they look different, taste the same. "

Harry looked at the words above blankly, and he recognized each one of them, but he couldn't understand a word when they were connected together.

"I see! The smallest bottle will allow us to walk through the black fire towards the Philosopher's Stone. The round bottle at the end on the right will take you through the purple flame, drink it and you will go back the same way."

Hermione clapped her hands suddenly, and she spoke extremely fast, and Harry still understood from her words that she was already analyzing the next step.

"It should contain fire-resistant potion, and the amount is too small, only enough for one person to enter..."

"I'll go in! Hermione, drink another one and go back, find someone to come over, we need help."

Harry said resolutely, picked up the smallest potion bottle, and drank it in one gulp without asking how Hermione solved it. He had always trusted Hermione's IQ.

Charlotte, who was watching the play, rolled her eyes, and she actually knew to call foreign aid. It's rare, it's rare, it's your style to go straight up.

Hermione's eyes widened, a little at a loss, but finally she nodded firmly and gave Harry a hug.

"I'll be back soon! You have to be careful."

After drinking another bottle of potion, Harry strode out and stepped through the door. Harry collected himself and mustered up the courage to step through the door of flames. The hot flames surrounded him, and the flames were blocked by a thin white film. Impossible to break into.

Charlotte hurriedly took out the fire-resistant potion in her wallet, followed in, and saw Harry standing in front of a huge mirror, slowly descending the stairs.

His eyes shifted to Harry's pocket. If nothing else happened, the Philosopher's Stone should be there.

The space inside was huge, surrounded by huge stone pillars. A man in a black cloak turned around right in front of him, and Harry was frightened.

"Professor Quirrell!"

This face is full of bumps, with scorched spots and no good skin. If you get closer, you can still smell the burning smell on your body. The nose is sunken, and you can't see the original appearance at all. Came out thanks to the purple hood that Quirrell never left.

"How did you become like this?"

Harry couldn't believe it. When Quirrell was teaching them before, his face was still normal. Your disfigurement is too fast. Harry's little head hasn't turned around yet.

"That's not all thanks to you!"

When the no-nosed monster heard this, his mouth was about to crooked, damn it, useless Quirrell!He had to drag his crippled body to steal Snape's potion at Hogwarts, lingering on his last breath.

Seeing this face, Charlotte's desire to complain broke through Tianjin, and she despaired of her future appearance without a nose. She hoped that it wouldn't look even more grotesque, otherwise his face would be very lethal.

Hearing Harry's silly and sweet question, he was powerless to raise his forehead.

I used to pretend to be a good skin so that I could sneak into Hogwarts and do black hands, but now I don't need to pretend, so I have to show you this face.

Strange black lines spread across Quirrell's face, it was a curse, a curse from a unicorn!

Killing a unicorn is a heinous crime. Drinking the blood of a unicorn can save one's life. Even in a dying state, one can snatch someone from the god of death, but one has to pay a terrible price, because what is killed is a pure creature. The moment it touched the blood, the curse began to take effect, and the bone-bound maggots couldn't get rid of it, and gradually became half-dead, like a living dead.

Charlotte couldn't see the slightest shadow of Quirrell. The blood of the unicorn should have provided enough vitality, but Charlotte's lightning in the Forbidden Forest gave them a fatal blow. Quirrell probably gged on the spot, no nose monster Take control of the body.

In that case, isn't it true that many people have become students without nose monsters?

Harry couldn't look directly at Quirrell anymore, and covered his forehead in pain.

"Where's Snape!"

"Aha, as long as Snape is around, who would doubt Quirrell who has no talent and stutters?"

No Nose laughed a few times, he always had endless patience with Harry, even if he was in such a mess at the moment, it didn't prevent him from pretending to be b.

"But on Quidditch, he also tried to kill me, and if Hermione hadn't stopped him, he would have succeeded."

"That's Quirrell wanting to kill you! This trash who doesn't do enough to accomplish anything!"

The Noseless Monster's voice was dark and deep, like a hissing snake spitting out snake letters.

"The most important thing now is, where did Dumbledore put the Philosopher's Stone?"

Behind him is the Mirror of Erised. No-Nosed Monster reached out and touched the mirror. He saw that he had got the Philosopher's Stone inside. As long as he changed his mind, the scene inside would change accordingly. He soon understood that this A magic mirror that reveals the most desired things.

Harry subconsciously covered his pocket. As soon as he entered the room, he saw a red stone in the mirror. Now, it was in his pocket, and Harry guessed what it was.

The No-Snout had obviously noticed, raised his wand, and walked forward.

"But first we have to deal with a little nuisance, the nasty rat, Avada Kendava!"

The green light pointed directly at the place where Charlotte was hiding. When Charlotte heard the words of the no-nosed monster, she had already set up a wall.

Avada Kedavra was stopped outside the stone wall, and broken stones splashed everywhere. Harry hurriedly hid behind the stone pillar, and was shocked when Charlotte appeared suddenly.

"Charlotte?!"

"Hello, Harry, this is not the time for pleasantries, take your wand, you don't know who this man is yet, do you?"

Charlotte nodded lightly, not at all ashamed of being caught, and pointed her wand high at the Nosed Monster.

"We meet again. How was the thunder from last time? Voldemort."

The trouble has already come to this point, Charlotte, who is broken and broken, doesn't show the big boss a bit of face, and the no-nosed monster hears the words, and his face is twisted to the extreme.

Harry was already close to her, raised his wand, sure that there was someone beside her.

"I'll kill you all and take the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's pocket!"

No-nosed monster has no mood to continue playing with them. It has always been his pleasure to watch others dying with despair. This body is almost unable to hold on, and there is no time left.

The scarlet eyes stared at Charlotte, and the unforgettable pain was embarrassing. This look made Charlotte feel bad. He pushed Harry next to him, and one of them couldn't control his strength, and pushed Harry directly onto the pillar. fainted.

It wasn't my idea to accidentally injure a friendly army, I hope he won't remember this after he wakes up...

Charlotte twirled and jumped while deserting, nimbly dodging a killing spell, and her mouth didn't stay idle.

"Avada Kendawa!"

"Are you only able to eat big melons?!"