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A translucent figure appeared in mid-air, floating—none other than Peeves, who usually likes to wander around and play pranks.

However, he now seems to have completely lost the agility that he used to bully VIO, and he looks dull and stiff. Vio was about to signal Peeves' presence, but immediately realized that he must have been under a spell by the hood as well, and was now unconsciously following his commands.

"Go into the room and see where the three children are, and if the pieces are still moving?," the hood commanded, "and if they are, don't be discovered." ”

Peeves swayed for a moment, then turned his head to the wooden door, and then spun around - all the while looking at each other like a robot, and then floating inside. He came out a short time after entering, reporting to the hood, "There was a boy who had just been knocked to the ground by a chess piece, and the remaining boy and the girl had just walked to the next room. ”

"Which boy was knocked to the ground by the pawn?" asked Hood, a little anxious.

"・・・・・・ didn't know, he had red hair・・・・・・" Peeves said with a frown and a pause, like a dream.

The hood was visibly relieved. He didn't say anything more, just told Peeves to leave.

Vio felt like there was a fog hanging over the whole thing, as if something very important was missing that she hadn't taken into account. The closer she got to the room where the chessboard was kept, the more evident this feeling became—until, as soon as they entered the room, they heard a terrible scream from next door—"Ahhh

Oops! It's Hermione's voice!

VIO's body shook, and the whole person straightened up unconsciously. The hood next to her chuckled happily, "Good, good." When it was time for us to solve the puzzle, we made a bet -- do you remember? You should remember, will they get out of the next room safely?"

Vio looked at him angrily, but couldn't do anything, her shoulders were firmly in the grip of the other, and the wand could be taken out now, but there was no need to ask—she had been cast a silent spell and could not recite the spell.

Moreover, taking 10,000 steps back, even if she could recite the spell, with her existing three-legged cat spell skills, she could deal with Pansy, Crabbe, or something, and in front of this hood that exuded an evil temperament all over her body, I was afraid it would be a joke.

Wait-- what's that smell in the air?

Vio sniffed hard, and there was a very faint smell of garlic from the tip of her nose, and she had a flash of inspiration in her mind, and she approached the hood without a trace and sniffed it carefully - it was really garlic!

The hood turned out to be Quirrell! It turned out that she was now in the hands of Quirrell, who was under Voldemort's control.

Wasn't Quirrell supposed to get to the final level before Harry and them, waiting for Harry in the room where the Mirror of Eris was placed, and why was Quirrell coercing her to follow Harry and them now?

- Ahh

Vio figured it out!

I'm afraid she was exposed in the Forbidden Forest that day, and Voldemort and Quirrell had already noticed them, and they just pretended not to know - so that they could go in after Harry and let Harry go and Ron and Hermione solve all the levels. Not only would he be able to easily follow him to the final level, but he would be able to wait until Harry ran out of strength, sit back and take advantage of him!

Voldemort was cunning, and Vio was distraught - the trolls Hermione and Harry were encountering now weren't dead at all - because Quirrell hadn't gone in early as in the books, but how to explain the harp that had been placed at Lowe's feet beforehand?

But Quirrell didn't give her any more time to think, and he hurried into the room with Vio, a large stone chessboard in the center of the room, but only the lone Black king and queen in the space.

On the marble floors on both sides of the chessboard, there are a bunch of broken statues of knights, bishops, and queens, which are the products of the sacrifice of black and white after fighting each other during the game of chess. The life force that magic had given them had faded with Ron, Harry, and Hermione winning the game. Now they are no different from ordinary stones.

Between the two piles of black and white chess pieces, an emaciated body curled up limply, motionless, as if death had come to visit him.

It was Ron, who had passed out for a while. Vio remembers that in order to win the chess game carefully laid out by Professor Flitwick, the three of them needed to take the place of several of the pieces and participate in the war in the chess game in real time.

They were on Black, and Ron directed Harry and Hermione to the last move, and found that the only way to win was to sacrifice the knight's piece he represented. He resolutely sent himself over - if memory serves, he was defeated by the queen, and only after the queen gave way could Harry and Hermione checkmate White.

"・・・・・・ red-haired one, it's not too stupid. Quirrell muttered as he looked at the end of the game on the board. "He's also a pure-blood, albeit a scum. ”

At this time, Harry's voice came from the room where Hermione and Harry were located, and there were too many emotions mixed with it, grief, fear, shock, and despair. He screamed, "No, Hermione, wake up, wake up, please—don't die!"

Vio felt that the blood in his body froze instantly, and even the blood vessels in his heart did not escape his fate. Even Harry's voice sounded so far away to her that it sounded like it came from another world - Hermione・・・・・・ would Hermione really die?

"Wonderful. Quirrell smiled grimly. "I didn't expect it to go so smoothly today, and I'm still wondering how to keep that stupid boy from Potter alone with you. The master is really clever. The last sentence was more like he was speaking to himself.

Vio struggled frantically, she was going to see - Hermione must not be fine! If not, if it wasn't for her clever and self-righteous involvement in these things - Quirrell would have cleaned up the monster that was bigger than the previous trolls before Hermione and Harry entered the room with the trolls, as in the books, and Hermione wouldn't ・・・・・・

Quirrell watched coldly as she writhed in his hands, as disdainful as a dying reptile.

He didn't even warn Vio, but waved his wand lightly, pointed at Vio and said, "Out of body." ”

Immediately, Vio's mind seemed to have a bunch of tentacles, and they grabbed her, as if to pull her soul out of her shell—but after a while, as soon as Quirrell's wand was lowered, the sick, sharp pain immediately diminished until it was gone.

Once again, she has proven her natural resistance to one of the three major curses, the Imperius Curse.

But Vio just stared at Quirrell with his eyes wide open and a blank expression.

The other man nodded with satisfaction, and said in a seductive voice: "You have to help Potter pass the test in the next room, and then, when you enter the last room with the Mirror of Eris, you have to wait for the opportunity to help me and obtain the Philosopher's Stone." ”

Vio repeats mechanically: "Help Potter pass the test・・・・・・ help ・・・・・・ get the Philosopher's Stone・・・・・・"

"Good. Go, go to him, and make up any lie that you can hide from that Potter kid to make him believe you-"

Quirrell said, giving Vio a push, and Vio walked straight forward, moving as usual, without flaws.