[HP] What's your job here at Porter?

See me directly in one chapter to figure out why we need to break through the level→w→Those Snapes were bitten and the vault was stolen are secondary. This chapter tells us that as long as we have an IQ and a king, do we need a reason to break through the level? (roll##)

And did anyone guess where Harry went? 23333

In the end, it seemed to be a post of Luo He Σ(°△°|||)︴I don’t know why it came out naturally, I was really caught off guard_(:з」∠)_

PS: Why the exam|answer can also be framed! ! !

☆, the struggle of the little friends

The second time he came to the corridor on the fourth floor, even if he was accompanied by his friends, Ron still couldn't help but recall the scene of the three-headed dog's teeth coming close to his eyes, and couldn't help shaking.There was silence in front of the corridor door, and the flames on the pillars wrapped in cobwebs on both sides sprang up faintly because of someone's arrival. The door was closed tightly, and it didn't look like someone had just arrived.

"Maybe Harry has already returned to the dormitory at this time, and it looks normal here." Hermione seemed a little nervous at this time, even if she just listened to Ron's description, combined with the three-headed dog she saw in the book, it was enough to open her mind Hole scared himself.

"We..." After hesitating for a moment, Ron said with a frown: "Let's quietly open the door to see where the secret door you mentioned is. If it is opened, it proves that someone has entered?" His proposal sounded like Very unashamed.

"... Just take a look!" Hermione gritted her teeth and had no choice but to respond.

In an extremely quiet environment, any sound will appear extremely loud, such as the sound of opening the door, the creaking of the door, the purring of the three-headed dog, and the soothing sound of the harp.When Ron and Hermione squeezed their heads through the door, they were relieved to see the three-headed dog sleeping on the ground.

"Look! I said there must be a trap door here!" Hermione quickly noticed a trap door under the soles of the three-headed dog, and immediately called Ron in a low voice to look over, "Okay, the trap door is closed Yes, Harry probably hasn't been here, let's go, I don't want to be caught by Filch again."

"Oh he will."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind, frightening the hairs on Ron and Hermione's bodies, and looking back, Filch was staring at his big, protruding eyeballs, which turned yellower with the reflection of the firelight. , grinning at them.

"I knew you would run out again! This time you will definitely be expelled from school, and I would be happy to help you with this..." He smiled very happily, but his expression looked uglier than crying.

"Come in!" Ron grabbed Hermione and hid behind the door. Hermione was so frightened that she stared at the sleeping three-headed dog as soon as she entered the door, for fear that it would be woken up.

"Ron, are you crazy? This is the room of the three-headed dog!" Hermione growled softly, "If Filch catches you, you can still save your life!"

"Filch won't dare to come in," Ron whispered, pushing Hermione to the center of the room—that is, the three-headed dog. Everything seemed normal but the trembling voice betrayed him, "hurry up Go under the trapdoor, I don't want to be a three-headed dog's supper!"

It was really difficult for Hermione to understand Ron's inner values. She always felt that in Ron's view, it seemed that continuing to study at school was the most important thing, not being caught by Filch was second, and life was third?

"I don't think anyone has been here before!" Hermione just used the strong light to get rid of the entanglement of the devil's net and rescued Ron with her. She looked at the closed door that was faintly visible not far away. , the fine shadows on the ground stirred, "And thanks to you, we can't go back! Do you still remember what Voldemort's purpose is?"

"Shh! Don't say that name!" Ron waved his hand in fright to stop Hermione from continuing, "But since you mentioned that person, obviously no one has been here before, which means we are one step ahead of him! At this time, if Had Harry been around, he would have agreed to move on."

"It seems like you know Harry so well." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Didn't we come out to find Harry? Now not only did Harry not find it, oh my God, I actually ran here with you Damn, I must be crazy."

"Let's go, let's go fast," Ron ignored Hermione's complaints, poked his head and walked towards the other door. He just walked into a space with a high ceiling, and soon noticed that he wanted to kill him. Trypophobia usually flies in the sky...keys.

"Ron, I really don't think we should move on," Hermione was still trying to convince Ron to find the exit with her. "Maybe we can find a way to ask Principal Dumbledore for help."

"Isn't Principal Dumbledore not at school?" Ron replied while studying the door.

"Then find Professor McGonagall."

"Good idea, how to contact?" Ron raised his head, waiting expectantly for Hermione to contact Professor McGonagall.

"..." Hermione was silent for a while, and then suddenly realized that she didn't know how to contact Professor McGonagall. There is no communication tool like a mobile phone here, "I must have stayed with Ron for too long, and his IQ was lost by him." '

"Let me try." Forcibly changing the subject, Hermione pulled out her wand and walked to the door, and tried 'alahoo hole open' several times at the keyhole, but the door was still tightly locked.

"Are these keys?" Ron watched Hermione cast a spell, and when he was bored, he looked up at the keys flying all over the sky for a while, and suddenly had an idea.A run-up rushed into the group of keys and grabbed two of them. He seemed a little elated at his success, trotted back to the door, and tried the keyhole - all unsuccessful.

"Maybe to find a particular key from the group." Hermione didn't want to face this fact, but it was already the most likely answer, "We need a Seeker, and Harry isn't here .”

"Hmm..." Ron heard Hermione's words, and suddenly a sense of disobedience welled up in his heart. He stared at the keys all over the sky and thought for a long time, 'If Harry was here, what would he do? '

Hermione just stood by the door, watching Ron raised his head and walked around the room for a long time, found a broom floating in mid-air, walked around the broom for a long time, and then continued to look at the key in the sky.

"Ron, just say it if you have nothing to do, I won't laugh at you." Hermione couldn't help raising the corners of her lips, "You're not Harry, I was just talking casually just now."

"Don't move!" Ron frowned seriously, thinking about countermeasures, and shouted a little anxiously.

"I didn't move..." Hermione shrugged, and stood there amusedly watching Ron fall into thinking again and couldn't extricate himself.

It wasn't long before Hermione saw Ron grab the broom and stand on it—yes, stand on it, looking just like Harry did.Just when she was surprised to think that Ron would also fly like Harry, the next thing she saw was that his center of gravity was off balance, and he was hanging upside down on the broom and soaring into the sky.

"AHHHHHHHHHHermione help!"

Ron was screaming and being carried around by the broom. Every time he tried to let go of one of his arms to hook the broom, he would turn because of the shift of the center of gravity. Hermione felt that it was a miracle that Ron didn't hit the pillar.Until Hermione finally couldn't stand it any longer, and raised her wand to try to save him, the broom hit the post directly, and Ron was taken out by the inertia and turned half a circle, and slid down with both hands holding the broom by the tail.

"Ron, let go!" Hermione said, waving her wand, "Wingardim Leviosa!"

The effect of the Levitating Charm on Ron's body was not obvious, but at least it cushioned his fall so that he wouldn't fall too badly.It took Ron lying on the ground for a long time before he recovered, and slowly got up from the ground, holding his waist with one hand, looking like he was half-dead.

"What's that?" Hermione said, walking over and reaching over Ron's shoulder, making Ron almost jump up, and then saw Hermione grabbing a small thing from his hood.It was a key with a different shape, with some dilapidated wings drooping on both sides, struggling feebly in Hermione's hands.

"Haha! Who said that Harry must be here?" Ron immediately guessed the purpose of the key, his nose immediately turned up, and he showed off to Hermione.

"Oh come on!" Hermione rolled her eyes, "You're just lucky."

Sure enough, the door lock was successfully opened.The two Gryffindors had just stepped cautiously into the dark room where they couldn't see anything clearly, when the pillars around them burst into flames, instantly illuminating the entire space - a huge chessboard was quietly placed in the middle , each piece is nearly two meters high, compared to the two first-year students are very small.

But why are the chess pieces gathered in the middle like a picnic? !

Ron, who has always been good at and fond of wizard chess, has a complicated heart at this time. Although as a wizard chess lover, he couldn't contain his little excitement when he saw the huge chessboard, and he quickly thought of the size of the game. The reason--real wizard chess, that is to say, playing this chess will definitely hurt you.

But he didn't expect that the chess pieces would be crowded in the middle of the chessboard as if they were in a meeting, with their buttocks facing outwards, and metal clashing sounds from time to time.Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and the latter said she didn't know what was going on either.The two of them tacitly planned to go around the chessboard quietly and pass through the room when the chess pieces didn't know what they were doing, but they froze on the spot when they were halfway around.

"Harry?!" Ron couldn't control it for a moment, his voice cracked.

The one who disappeared for most of the night, the purpose of their trip - Harry Potter, was surrounded by chess pieces, holding a sword in his hand, his feet moved forward and backward, and his empty left hand rested slightly on his left shoulder On the high side, it looks full of momentum.And his opposite, if Ron's years of wizard chess experience is not a joke, then the one facing Harry is the 'queen'.

Your sister's queen!what are you doing harry !

"Good night." Harry put away his posture temporarily, looked at Ron and Hermione aside, and greeted them with a normal expression, not feeling that there was anything wrong with the atmosphere or the occasion.

"Why are you here?!" Hermione finally spoke at this moment, perhaps only she herself remembered who thought Harry was not in the corridor on the fourth floor and insisted on going back to the dormitory ten minutes ago.

"How did you get in here?" Ron couldn't believe it. They had put in so much effort before, and he spent half his life flying to get here, only to find that Harry had been inside for a while.

"A chance brought me back to the painting, and this seems to be the end of the story." Harry patiently explained to his two good friends with a very good temper, "I am competing with Your Excellency 'Queen' on fighting skills, Your Excellency's martial arts It’s really subtle, and a little difficult to deal with.”

Ron has refused to think carefully about what Harry said, he only understood the conclusion that 'Harry is dueling the queen', and then silently moved the realization from the sword in Harry's hand to the hand of the 'queen' Up—that high-backed chair.

This martial art is really too exquisite.

The author has something to say: I’m sorry everyone _(:з」∠)_I was so busy on various business trips a few days ago, I finally got home at 3 o’clock in the morning last night QAQ! !

I am not cheating on this article!Really not cheated! !

Your friend Biwang is online.

This chapter reveals where Harry was before ww!Does anyone remember a certain plot I wrote before→w→

PS: I seem to have swiped Roch again without knowing it?You guys have to know that I almost wrote the ambiguous joke, but luckily I stopped in time Σ(°△°|||)︴

☆, the art of exorcising ghosts

After finally pulling Harry from the duel to the edge of the board, Hermione spoke before Ron could say anything.

"Harry, why are you here?!" As she spoke, she glanced at the pawns who had become obsessed with duels for some reason, and the place was getting weirder, "Didn't you just go back to the dormitory after you finished the deal? "

"It's over? What's the end?" Ron looked back and forth between Harry and Hermione with a confused expression.

"That's not the point. The point is that we haven't been able to find another entrance since we came down from the trapdoor, Ron." Hermione gave Harry a quick look, and then subtly moved the subject, "But haha Li was here earlier than us!"

"Could it be," Harry said at this moment, looking in the direction Ron and Hermione came from, "this is a two-way game."

"What?" Ron and Hermione didn't keep up with Harry's brain circuit for a while, subconsciously popping out question marks.

"Ashamed to say, actually..."

When Harry came out from the other end of the secret passage behind the portrait, he met the Mirror of Erised and Professor Quirrell who had met once in the room at the end.

"Harry Potter." Professor Quirrell reversed his timid and stammering cowardly appearance before, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and calmly looked at the savior who appeared from an unexpected place, "I'm still wondering if you will Appear, I have been waiting for a long time."

"Good night, Professor." Harry stood at the entrance of the secret passage and bowed slightly, as if he was not surprised by Professor Quirrell's sudden change of sex. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I have to admire your stupidity. You almost found out the truth several times." Quirrell didn't even look at Harry, and circled the Mirror of Erised several times, as if he was looking for something. He muttered, "Dumbledore hid the Philosopher's Stone in this school, but I only saw that I dedicated it to my master. Where is it?"

Seeing that the other party did not accept his offer of help, Harry began to look around the entire room, and finally stopped at the wall formed by the black flames at the door.

"Potter!" Quirrell's voice suddenly rose, and he shouted, "Come here, come to the mirror, and tell me what you see."

"Actually, I've already looked in the mirror over there, Professor." Harry adjusted his glasses, glanced at the mirror behind Quirrell, and unexpectedly found that it seemed different from what he saw before.

"Stand here!"

Harry walked quietly to the mirror and looked at it.Familiar nebulae appeared in the field of vision, and although the galaxies in the mirror were numerous and complex, Harry could make out every single star in them.But what's more different this time than last time is that it seems that the picture is being enlarged?

"What did you see?" Quirrell stood behind him. The scene in the mirror was invisible to outsiders. At this time, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor looked a little anxious. He scanned every corner of the mirror, waiting for Ha Lee's answer.

"I saw the Milky Way." The answer was still the same, but Harry didn't act like he had lost his novelty at all, still staring at the mirror.

The nebula was gradually magnified, and as the feeling of speeding through space grew longer and longer, Harry found the star that might be his destination, and he knew it was there.

Suddenly, the surrounding ashen basement disappeared.The two figures, one big and one small, seem to be in the universe at this time, and the lines drawn by the surrounding stars are changing rapidly, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

"What's going on here!" Quirrell took two steps back in surprise, quickly drew out his wand and looked around for vigilance, then looked at Harry, "This is your trick, right?"

"I'm sorry professor, I don't know what's going on."

While speaking, the surrounding scenery began to change, from the forest to the desert, from the city to the countryside, and it was more detailed and deeper than what Harry saw last time, as if the scene at that time was gradually refined and re-interpreted in front of Harry over again.

Harry turned his eyes away from the ever-changing surroundings and looked at the Mirror of Erised.

"Is this what you want to show me?" Harry said as he put his finger on the raised pattern on the frame of the magic mirror and touched it lightly.In the next second, the surrounding scene disappeared in an instant, and the two of them were still in the dusty stone room, and they hardly moved much except for a small distance because of surprise.

What was surprising was that Professor Quirrell, who had been confronting Harry with a cold face just now, was kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face, his eyes staring blankly at the front without focusing.

"Professor?" Harry stepped forward and patted Quirrell on the shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"Just now... what was that?" Quirrell's voice was trembling weakly, contrary to the previous sneer.

"It's what I saw in the mirror." Harry replied flatly, but Quirrell didn't respond.

"You... idiot... grab that boy... that's just... an illusion..."

A cold and hoarse voice suddenly came from Quirrell, and the scar on Harry's forehead suddenly felt severe pain. He grunted softly with a pale face, and took a few steps back while covering his forehead, without making any more movement.

Quirrell's head twisted slightly strangely. He turned his head and glanced at Harry who was backing away from him, then turned his head, raised his hands, and took off the dirty cloth that had been covering his head in circles. Until the horrible face on the back of the head was revealed.Those blinding eyes were staring at Harry, and his scars hurt even more.

But before Quirrell and the face on the head could make the next move, Harry moved first.

"Professor, please stay where you are!"

His voice was louder than before, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone, which made Quirrell subconsciously stunned, but in just a few seconds, it was enough for Harry to make a move.

He picked up the turban that had been thrown on the ground, grabbed one end, and threw the entire long kerchief into the air, followed by his left hand.The hands were flailing so fast that Quirrell could only see the hood gradually shortened into a large knot.The finished work was hung upside down on Quirrell's back by Harry, with the front slightly strangling his neck.

"Harry... Potter!" The face on the back of Quirrell's head called Harry's name ferociously, "Quirrell! Stop him...have you forgotten what I said to you... ..."

"This is a knot that has the function of exorcism and protection," Harry said, fiddled with the remaining short piece of hood, and blocked the mouth of the face, "Please don't take it off, I just Try to do my best to help you expel the filth."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the Mirror of Erised, held the mirror frame with both hands, and stared at the mirror as if he was looking at the mirror, "I have a kind request."

When the Milky Way was displayed in front of him just now, he noticed it.The mirror is conscious and trying to show him kindness through the scene.And now, in this room with nothing but a mirror, he desperately needs help.

Happily, the mirror responded—a bowl of water and beans appeared in Harry's hands.

"Thank you very much!" Harry smiled sincerely towards the mirror.

"What are you doing?" Quirrell's state at this time can be said to be a mess.His entire face was blurred by the tears and snot just now, making it difficult to see his expression clearly. It seemed that fear overwhelmed his calmness again. The man who had just vowed to present the Philosopher's Stone to his master did not realize it at this time, and he listened subconsciously. After listening to Harry's words, he obediently stayed where he was, without moving.

"It's a tool for exorcising ghosts," Harry said, pouring the beans into another bowl of water, and then reached out to pick up a small handful of soaked beans. "I'm sorry, Professor."

As he said this, he sprinkled the wet beans with water on Quirrell's head, one by one, until the beans in the bowl were almost used up.Then he washed his hands a little in the water and walked behind Quirrell.

"Pro-"

Harry's thumbs overlapped and landed on the Baihui acupuncture point in the center of Quirrell's head from top to bottom. Then his fingers tightened, and his protruding knuckles continued to extend along the top of his head to the acupuncture points on both sides of his head.

"Soldiers—"

"Ah————! Tell him to stop!..." The face immediately showed a painful expression, all the facial features were wrinkled together, and howled miserably, and the place that was touched showed cracks like dry and cracked soil.

"Fighter—" Harry didn't stop his movements, his knuckles had already passed through the acupuncture points on half of his head, "all—array—"

The acupuncture points have all been passed, and Harry's left toe lightly stepped on the edge of the bowl containing water on the ground, the remaining water splashed up and was caught by Harry's hands.

"exist--"

Among those who put their left thumbs on the face again, they stretched out their index and middle fingers with their right hands, and quickly drew a pentagram on the opponent's forehead.

"forward!"

The places touched by the knuckles began to crack one after another, and the center of the cracks was deepened again by the last person and the pentagram. At this time, the face on the back of Professor Quirrell's head was completely invisible.

"Damn...!!Harry Potter!——I curse you... Quirrell, you will bear my wrath!—"

The face dissipated amidst the screams of pain darted through Harry in a cloud of mist and disappeared.The figure of Quirrell stood quietly on the spot, and after a while, he slowly fell forward.Harry caught the body of the professor who was about to fall to the ground, and turned him over, but was surprised to find that the professor's face was already covered with cracks.

"Professor, you..."

"What have I...did before..." Quirrell's voice was almost inaudible at this time, but trembling with some madness, "Master, master, he will kill me...!"

"Harry Potter, look at what you've done!—" Quirrell screamed, strangled Harry's neck and turned into ashes, leaving only the wizard robe he once wore on the ground.

After Harry finally finished telling the story, he only got the disgusted faces of Hermione and Ron, and many pawns who gathered around to listen to the story at some point.

"So Quirrell is the murderer behind the scenes?" Hermione listened in disbelief as Harry finished telling what happened at the end of the corridor, "We are so stupid that we have always suspected Professor Snape!"

"He's not much better—" "But he's a professor, Ron, and you've got to respect him!"

Ron's disapproval was immediately interrupted by Hermione, who sighed after speaking, and seemed to want to give up entanglement with Ron on this matter.

"I'm still thinking about what happened before, but I'm not surprised to see you three restless little explorers~"

The familiar voice came to the ears of the three people. Ron was so frightened that he looked at the door when he came and went. Hermione covered her face and looked like she was going to die. Only Harry looked at the person who came quietly.

"Good night, Headmaster Dumbledore."

The author has something to say: I said that I couldn’t figure out how to pretend to beat Quirrell before today, do you believe it→_→

There are surprises in the next chapter√

☆, the invisible ending

Principal Dumbledore didn't make it difficult for them. After all, they were not injured, and it was already the end of the semester, and they didn't even deduct points for their intentions. This made the trio a little embarrassed, but the final banquet was quickly transferred their attention.

"Why are you still here?" Hermione wore a very pointed wizard hat, looked at Harry and Ron in the boys' room with crooked eyebrows, and threw them two black balls, "This is you hat, which I will wear on my head at the graduation party later.”

"Why are you so active?" Ron rolled his eyes, took the hat and fiddled back and forth but didn't put it on his head, "It's not like we won the Academy Cup anyway, if we go too early, if we meet Malfoy's group ... just thinking about it makes me angry!"

"That's what they deserve," Harry continued with the attitude of 'all classmates are good friends', and gave his heartfelt praise, "They are indeed outstanding."

"Which country are you from, Harry?!" Even though Ron was used to Harry's philanthropy, he still couldn't get used to the scene where Slytherin was praised by his good friends.

"Gryffindor, of course." Harry said, pulling the hat out of Ron's hand and putting it on his head. "Come on, it's better not to be late for the end-of-term banquet."

The highlight of the end-of-term banquet was the announcement of the Academy Cup, but when they actually entered the auditorium, the surrounding silver-green decorations had already indicated the winners of this school year, so other students except Slytherin had no expectations for this link.But there is one thing that everyone is willing to accept, which is a much richer dinner than usual.

"Before enjoying the delicious food, I must let everyone listen to the boring chatter of my old man." Dumbledore's voice was amplified to the entire auditorium, and all the students fell silent, "First of all, we must first The Academy Cup awards ceremony, the specific scores of each academy are as follows: No.4, Hufflepuff, 352 points; No.3, Gryffindor, 408 points; Ravenclaw, 426 points, Slytherin, 472 points."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the long table of Slytherin burst into warm cheers and applause.

"Just let them be proud for a while..." Ron met Malfoy's swaggering look with an unhappy face, turned his head and lay down on the table.

"It's a pity." Harry said lightly.

"But before that, there are some recent events that must be taken into account," said Dumbledore's shift of focus, which gave the Slytherins a bad premonition.

As Dumbledore's words continued, the gem jars at the end of the Gryffindor table began to increase, and Ron raised his head from his arms with a surprised expression in shock.Harry sighed, listening to Dumbledore's surprising reasons for adding points, he smiled helplessly.

"So, I think the decoration here needs to be changed." Dumbledore clapped his hands, the colors representing Slytherin changed to gold and red, and the Gryffindor lion-patterned flag was hung in the middle of the auditorium. Fendor erupted into cheers even louder than when the Savior was sorted into their academy.

"Ha!" Ron immediately turned his head and stared back at Malfoy as if in a demonstration, watching with satisfaction that the other's expression that was about to suffocate sickness became worse as he made a 'Loser' gesture, and suddenly felt that his appetite had changed. alright.

The end-of-semester dinner was as grand as the school-opening banquet, and it was rare for the professors not to notice that the dinner time had passed, smiling and looking at the children below.

Final grades were announced the day after the banquet.Ron went back to the dormitory while complaining about why such a painful thing should be put after the banquet.Thanks to Hermione's tugging at him to do his homework every night, and then enthusiastically giving him extra lessons, he passed with a good grade.Hermione got the first place in the grade, but Harry's grades surprised Ron and came in fifth.

"Honestly, did you sneak to the professor to make up lessons while I wasn't paying attention!" Ron caught Harry who was one step behind him and returned to the dormitory, put his arm around his neck, and said in a vicious tone, "This is you You are not kind, brother!"

"Listening to lectures carefully and doing homework is the real deal." Harry chuckled lightly, "I called you to accompany me every time I went to the library, don't you remember?"

"...Ah!" Ron was stunned for a moment, then covered his head in frustration and fell into the quilt.

"By the way...Harry." Ron spoke after a long while, his voice muffled by the quilt, which was somewhat inaudible, "Do you want to come to my house to play during the summer vacation? My mother sent a letter to ask I must invite you to go, and I really hope you will go."

"Please thank the Lingtang for my invitation. If there are no accidents, I will go." Harry pushed his glasses and responded.

"Great!" Ron jumped up from the quilt immediately, "I'll let the owl send you a letter then!"

"I look forward to it."

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[Congratulations on reaching the "True Heroine" ending. 】

"Sakamoto-kun... Sakamoto-kun! Have you cleared the level?" Kubota's slightly complaining voice came from outside the earphones. Sakamoto let go of the back of the chair with both hands, and put the tilted chair back on the ground, without feeling the slightest bit of what he just did. There is something wrong with the action.He took off the VR on his head and looked at the source of the sound.

"Just finished."

"Why is it that you can run around the room while playing VR!" Kubota also just took off the VR glasses on his head, "Really... the quilt was thrown into the closet, and you also took out my pen It's everywhere...it's just a game, you're too deep into the game, aren't you?"

Kubota complained softly while tidying up the somewhat messy room.Sakamoto looked around and found that indeed almost everything was where it shouldn't be.

"I'm here to help." Sakamoto said as he helped Kubota clean up the room. "Thank you for your invitation. This game is indeed very interesting."

"Right?" Kubota immediately turned his nose up when he heard this, "I managed to get this from my cousin! I wanted to borrow the second one too, but my cousin also returned it. I'm playing. By the way, what ending did you achieve? This game has a high degree of freedom, and there are dozens of endings!"

"What is achieved below is the ending achieved by the love strategy."

"Eh...? Love strategy?" Kubota looked at Sakamoto blankly, and got the latter's puzzled expression.

"Is there something wrong?"

"This game is about adventure... Sakamoto-kun."

The author has something to say: I'm telling you very seriously, I originally planned to end this article here, so don't be too short ww! !Sakamoto also left after the end of the first grade! (##)

Then this kind of ending was actually in my mind from the very beginning√

So don't tell me that the ending is poisonous, because it is poisonous, um

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[If you look back at the previous chapters, you will find that there is nothing wrong with this ending! ! !I said it was about love strategy! (fast enough)]

In fact, it is unexpected that so many people like this article. 23333 Thank you for not disliking me, an author with a brain.

Although I occasionally write some serious stuff, but my favorite is sadism and psychosis (although not all of them!)

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