"To be honest," Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, "I don't quite understand. ”

"Really," Hermione shook her head at Harry and Ron, "it's a logical reasoning, but it's also a riddle, and if you guess wrong, you'll be stuck here forever." ”

Dudley looked at the small bottles in front of him, and a playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he really deserved to be Snape, to be strong, to be wise, to be wise. You know, many great wizards don't have the slightest ability for logical reasoning.

"What about us, won't we be able to get out again?" Ron asked in horror, as he began to make up all sorts of horrific images.

"Of course not," Hermione replied calmly, shaking the note in her hand, "all the answers are on this piece of paper." Seven bottles: three for poison, two for wine, one to keep us safe through the black flames, and one to send us back through the purple flames. ”

"I still don't know how to decide which bottle to drink?" Harry looked at the bottles on the table, big and small, fat and thin, and really didn't know how to choose.

"Give me a minute. ”

"It doesn't need to be so much trouble. Dudley smiled at the stunned Hermione, and he looked at the bottle on the table from left to right, and when he reached the middle, he picked up the smallest bottle on the left side of the middle.

He shook the bottle at the fire, "That's it. ”

Snape had a good design, but he made a mistake, and so did Quirrell, perhaps deliberately left by Confident.

"How do you know?"

The crowd looked at Dudley suspiciously, waiting for his answer.

"Anyway, the bottles have enough space for two or more people, and there are people before us who have been in there," Dudley held the bottle in front of them, "Of all the bottles, this one has been drunk." ”

Harry looked at the inconspicuous little bottle in front of him.

"There's not much left in it, probably enough for one person," he said, "and it doesn't look like a sip, does it?"

"Wait," Ron said suddenly, "that's just your guess, what if it's deliberately disguised as poison?"

"He was right. No matter how surprised Hermione was, she had to accept that Dudley was fast.

Ron looked at Hermione, who had rebelled so quickly, how could he be right?

Dudley looked helplessly at Ron and patiently explained to him.

"Just use the bottles on the table as one to seven from left to right, and first follow the second hint to know if one and seven are not used to pass through the black flame. ”

"Then through the fourth and the first hint, you can know that two and six are nettle wine, and then one and five can know that it is poison. ”

"At present, there are only three and four left to confirm what it is, so as long as you follow the third hint, you can know that three is a potion that can pass through the black flame, and four poisons. ”

Ron had a look of abrupt realization.

Dudley sighed, not that Ron was not smart, but that the education in the wizarding world was too backward, which was equivalent to closing the country and only accepting magical things.

Several people glanced at each other, and Hermione pointed to the bottle and asked, "There are not enough potions in here, what should I do?"

Dudley handed Harry the vial, he had already guessed that he would come to break through, how could he not be fully prepared?

He took out a small bottle from the wizard's robe, and it was obvious that the bottle contained enough potions for one person to drink, "I'll go in with Harry." He looked at a sleek bottle on the far right, "Hermione and Ron should drink this." ”

Ron hurriedly said, "But what if you go in and find that Mystery, Quirrell, and Snape are inside?

He nudged Hermione, who was looking down in thought, "You're right. ”

Harry touched the scar on his head, "Listen to me, Dudley and I can do the rest of the work, and you can help us even if you go back." I need you to go straight to the Owl Shed when you get back and send Hedwig to deliver a message to Dumbledore, we need him to come to the rescue, I think Dudley and I should be able to hold it back. ”

Hermione stared at Dudley with her eyes wide open, and as she approached Dudley, she suddenly grabbed Dudley's ear and said, "You must still have a potion that can pass through the black flame." ”

"How is that possible," Dudley explained humbly, Hermione was too terrible, it wasn't a roundworm in his stomach! he did have a potion, but the potion, which he had secretly refined, how did Hermione guess it.

At first, he was going to go in with the four of them, but in the previous troll's room, he found that Quirrell's level was very high, and he usually looked like a disguise, so the risk was a little greater, and he didn't want Hermione and Ron to take risks.

"I knew it. Hermione took a few steps back, two bottles of potions in her hands.

"Why are you ......" Dudley hurriedly fumbled in his pocket, the potion in it was empty.

Hermione tossed one of the potions to Ron, and then immediately drank the potion in her hand, "Go in now? I don't know how long this potion will last, if you ink it for a while, the effect of the potion in the flame will probably disappear." ”

"Hey!" Dudley glanced at Hermione, wasn't he embarrassed, "Come in!"

Harry and Ron drank the potion together.

This potion is not very good, and after drinking it, I feel that I am frozen in ice, and the cold feeling suddenly penetrates my whole body.

Dudley was the first to walk forward, only to see the black flames licking his body frantically, but he didn't feel anything, and in an instant, he couldn't see anything, only black flames in front of him. Then he walked smoothly to the other side, and entered the last room.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed.

"Why are you the only one!" Harry was relieved to be surprised, for Quirrell was the only one.

Quirrell smiled. Now his face doesn't twitch at all.

"It's me," he said calmly, "I was wondering if I'd ever meet you here, Potter." ”

Harry was worried that Snape was ambushing somewhere or waiting to be answered, so he tentatively asked, "Where's Snape?

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed. The laughter was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer. "yes, Snape doesn't look like a good guy, he's flying around like a giant bat, which helps us. With him there, who would doubt it... Can... Poor, knot... Knot... What about the stammering Quirrell—Professor?"