The exam date was getting closer and closer, and Harry had been in a state of fear, he was afraid that Voldemort would suddenly appear one day, because he felt that Voldemort could steal the Philosopher's Stone at any time, and he was almost in no mood to revise, even if he was reading, he was often distracted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Harry, to be honest, I think we should report it to the headmaster and professors right away. "Ron already knows what they've seen and heard in the Forbidden Forest. "I've never believed a word of that Slytherin. As he spoke, he patted the table in front of him to show the seriousness of the situation.

"They won't believe it. Harry shook his head.

"Malfoy, he won't tell the mystery guy. Hermione whispered.

"You're actually talking to that Slytherin?" Ron looked incomprehensible.

"He didn't lie to us about Noble before, did he?" Hermione said.

"That's just a ploy on his part, think about it, how happy his father must be when the mysterious man is back!"

Hermione didn't know how to answer him.

"Don't say it. Harry buried his head in the book, seemingly unwilling to think about these things anymore, his scars had been stinging from time to time since he had returned from the Forbidden Forest, and he couldn't even sleep well at night, and Neville even suspected that he had a phobia of exams, as he was constantly waking up screaming.

No matter how much the top students look forward to it, and how disgusted the scumbags are, the final exam is finally coming.

Whether it's tap-dancing a pineapple across a desk, turning a rat into a snuffbox, or telling the recipe for a Forgetting Potion, it's hard enough for Malfoy to graduate, let alone classes that are purely memorable, like the History of Magic course.

In any case, when Professor Binns's ghost told them to put down their quill pens and roll up the parchment for their answers, everyone was freed.

The trio of Audio-Technica get together after the exam, Harry says his head still hurts, and Ron suggests going to Hagrid's cabin to relax.

"Oops. At the mention of Hagrid, Harry seemed to think of something, and his face turned pale. "There can never be a gratuitous coincidence. He said.

"Harry, what are you talking about? Ron was puzzled.

"I'll have to figure it out with him now. Harry hurriedly pulled the two of them towards Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid's words were easily applied, and Harry confirmed his thoughts, and Hermione and Ron's faces turned white in an instant.

"That man is either Snape or a mystery. Hermione said with a shudder.

"We'll need to get to Headmaster Dumbledore quickly, and maybe the centaurs will be able to testify for us. So the group ran to the principal's office again, and the result was obvious, they touched the dust. They had no choice but to run to the stone steps outside.

"We had to go on our own. Harry said helplessly.

"Harry, Professor McGonagall just said—" Ron tried to persuade, but was interrupted.

"I know that if you inquire about these things again, you will be deducted points or expelled. Harry's expression frantically turned a little crazy: "So what? What is the point of Voldemort if he does come back to the House Cup, Hogwarts will be in ruins, razed to the ground, maybe we will all die, if I fail to stop him today, maybe it will be a little sooner." ”

"You're right, Harry. Hermione nodded.

"I'll go with you, Harry. Ron said.

"Me too. Hermione said quickly.

"I can't drag you down. Harry quickly shook his head.

"What could be more terrible than death? Hermione said softly, and she paused, "And Professor Flitwick just secretly told me that I scored one hundred and twelve on his class. With such a high score, they were reluctant to drive me away. ”

"What about me?" said Ron.

This sentence made all three of them laugh, and the tense atmosphere was actually eased a little.

After dinner, they sneakily avoided others and sat in the common room. No one bothered with them, and certainly no one wanted to bother with them. Once almost all of his classmates had fallen asleep, Harry ran upstairs to fetch his invisibility cloak, only to be found by Neville, who was still asleep, when he returned to the break room.

"You're breaking the school rules again!" Neville exclaimed.

"All petrified!" Hermione pointed her wand directly at Neville. "I'm sorry, Neville. She whispered, then said to the two, "We're running out of time, Snape doesn't know where to go now, we need to hurry." ”

"Hmm. The other two nodded.

As for Neville, he was lying upright on the ground now, stiff and looking as hard as a plank.

In the middle, they dodged Peeves, Lady Loris, and scareled Peeves by the way. Finally I walked out of the hallway on the fourth floor—the door had already opened a crack.

The sound of the door being pushed was heard, and the big dog began to bark wildly. They saw a harp on the ground, and they knew they had to speed up, Snape ahead of them.

Harry took out the Christmas gift Hagrid had given him, a flute, and he began to blow, out of tune, and slowly the barking of the big dog ceased—it staggered a few times, fell to its knees, and then fell to the floor, and fell into a deep sleep.

Harry then explored the trail and the two jumped down, glad that there was a bunch of plants that gave them a cushion, only to find the long vines wrapped around their legs.

"Oh no!" the two boys screamed.

"The flames are blazing. Hermione raised her wand and cast a spell on the pile of plants, blue bellflower-like flames erupted from the wand, and in a matter of seconds, the two boys felt the vines flinching away from the light and warmth, loosening the entanglement that had been holding them free. The plants twisted and twitched, automatically releasing the tendrils that were wrapping around them, and Harry and Ron finally broke free.

"Hermione, you're amazing. Harry complimented, and Ron next to him accosted him. "yes, by the way, how did you know this thing was afraid of fire?"

"It's all in class, don't you know?" Hermione said unnaturally.

Not only was it said in class, but a similar phrase appeared on the note Malfoy gave her: "The Devil's Web is the most afraid of fire." The few words on the paper were clueless, and there were a few incantations, and Hermione was more impressed by them than the IQ taught in class.

"Did he know then that we were coming to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione shuddered, then said to herself, "It's just a coincidence, a coincidence." ”

But what happened next, she could no longer tell it was a coincidence.

The three of them descended the slope to the end of the hallway, where they were faced with a brightly lit room topped by a high vaulted ceiling. Countless small birds that were as brilliant as jewels flapped their wings and flew around the room. There is a heavy wooden door opposite the room.

Harry then easily grabbed a silver key, and they continued on, entering the second room, which was pitch black, but when they entered, the lights were on, and they saw a huge chessboard, on which a large number of chess pieces stood on it, and these pieces were much taller than themselves. How to get through this door? There is only one answer, play chess and win.

The three of them began to play black, replacing a knight, a bishop, and a castle, of the three, Ron played the best chess, Harry was a novice, and Hermione, although he had a good IQ, was not good at it, and he was peaceful in the early stage, but when the white queen fiercely knocked the knight to the floor and dragged him out of the chessboard, all three of them had shocked expressions on their faces.

"Sacrifice is a must, Harry, I have to be eaten. Ron said after clearing Harry and Hermione.

"Ron, wait!" Harry dissuaded, but Ron had already stepped out and stepped forward. The White Queen immediately pounced. She raised her stone arm and slammed it downward.

"There are many obstacles!" Hermione said at this time, suddenly raising her wand and pointing at the White Queen. Suddenly, the White Queen's swift arm became sluggish, like in slow motion, unable to smash it down.

"Harry, what are you still doing, I can't hold on for long. Hermione hurriedly shouted to Harry, who seemed stunned by the turn. Trembling, he moved three squares to the left. The White King took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet. They won.

"Hermione, how did you do that?" said Ron gasping for air for the rest of his life.

"Leave it alone, let's go. Hermione didn't know how to explain it, so she had to change the subject.

"yes, we're running out of time. Harry said hurriedly, and the three of them hurried down the next hallway, bypassing a badly injured troll to a table with seven bottles on it.

Hermione quickly deduced the effect of all the potions in the bottle. Harry told the two of them to go back and report the news, and he drank the bottle of medicine that pierced through the black flames.

The biting cold kept him at bay with black flames, and he couldn't see anything, only black flames in front of him—and then he made his way to the other side, into the last room.

"No!" Harry saw a scene that made his eyes shudder as soon as he entered, there was already a man in it - not Snape, not even Voldemort, the man held up a rock, and Harry recognized him, it was Quirrell.

Quirrell seemed to notice him, the back of his head turned, and Harry heard, "Master, your strength hasn't recovered yet. "It was Quirrell's voice.

"Now it's enough for me to move a part of it, to give me the right to use my body. "It's a high-pitched voice.

Two voices appeared in one body, and Harry couldn't help but shudder.

The large scarf was slowly undone, and where it should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face that Harry had never seen before. The color of the face was dead like chalk, the red eyes glowed, and below it were two long nostrils as slender as snakes.

Suddenly, the face began to laugh out loud, maniac, crazy, crazy and other words could be used on his smile, his hand clutched the stone, as if he had seen some hallucination, the face that was already extremely ugly showed such a distorted expression, his hands kept waving, making Harry feel a wave of nausea, disgust followed by fear: "He got the Philosopher's Stone, he is Voldemort, am I going to die?" His mind began to drift, he felt that a death curse would shoot at him in the next moment, and he regretted not learning a few more defense charms, but he remembered that the teacher of the defense against the dark arts class was also Voldemort's man. He thought about it, but he didn't come to death.

He plucked up the courage to look at Voldemort and saw that the stone in his hand was turning into powder and sliding from his palm to the ground.

"No!" as if his dream had shattered, he let out a hoarse, shrill scream, and he regained his senses, but his expression grew more and more hideous, and he looked at Harry.

Harry said to himself, "The Philosopher's Stone was destroyed by himself for some reason, and although I may die, it is enough. Then he sank into darkness, and it is not known whether he was stunned or struck by a spell.