Dudley smiled at the corners of his mouth, and looked at Harry with a motherly loving gaze, since Harry had already made up his mind to protect the Philosopher's Stone, what else could he do, just one word - shy.

"I'm definitely rooting for you!"

"You're right, Harry," Hermione said in a soft voice.

Harry looked resolute, "You can wait for my good news in the evening." ”

Unfortunately, his perseverance did not last long, and Dudley pinched his ear, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language." ”

Harry wasn't your average bloat, but then again, in the movies of his previous life, Harry single-handedly turned Quirrell into rubble, which is.

Quirrell and Voldemort in the movie are obviously low IQs, and they are both magicians and not warriors, so why bother to choke Harry's neck with their hands?

You must know that as a magician, you have to use spells to solve problems, and if you can't solve them with one spell, use two spells.

And now Quirrell and Voldemort will play a double reed to trick Harry into going to the Forbidden Forest, although I don't know why he ran away in the end, but it is already obvious that it is impossible to do this with a low IQ.

"Stop, stop, let go, bastard!" Harry broke free, covering his ears with a look of grievance, "Let's go together tonight, okay." ”

"What are you two doing stupidly, do you want to abandon me and Hermione?" Ron stepped forward and put his arm around Harry's shoulder, "Hey, bro, unless you dislike us for having too bad a spell. ”

Dudley and Harry looked at each other, and sure enough, they were brothers, and they all thought of it: the word abandon was too much.

"It's just you who are too bad," Hermione stabbed Ron mercilessly like a sharp needle.

Ron blushed and glared at Hermione, he didn't know how to refute Hermione's words, after all, it was true, and he was the last of the four.

Hermione tugged at Dudley's collar and said, "How did you think of leaving me... We, I don't care, Ron and I are definitely going to go. I'd better go through my books and maybe find some useful ......"

"No, at first you said it yourself, you could be expelled for doing so," Harry interrupted Hermione, who said eagerly, "It's more unfortunate that you'll be killed, this matter has nothing to do with you, you can't go." ”

"Impossible!" Hermione was resolute, "I'm a good student, I'm privileged, they won't expel me from Hogwarts." ”

With that, she lifted her haughty head and glared at Harry, turning to leave.

The atmosphere was a little heavy, and several people were making their own preparations.

Dudley wrote a letter to Dumbledore, asking White and Black to send it to Dumbledore, and he didn't know if White and Black could find it, after all, Dumbledore had to hide, and no one could find it.

He was a little curious about what Dumbledore would put in the final level, considering that Harry didn't know the Mirror of Eris until now.

In the time that followed, he made a few preparations to prepare for the evening.

After dinner, everyone sat in the common room and waited, but Harry and Ron were nervous, and from time to time they secretly watched the others in the lounge.

"Calm down. ”

Hermione was normal, but she didn't have time to be abnormal, she was busy flipping through various books, hoping to happen to see some spells that could be used later.

It was getting late, and the little wizards went to bed one by one, and there were only four of them left in the common room.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione donned the Cloak of Invisibility, and Dudley cast the Illusion Charm.

They quietly slipped out of the common room.

In the midst of high emotional tension, each sculpture in the shadows resembled Filch's figure, and every hint of wind in the distance sounded like Peeves swooping down on them.

They didn't run into a single person all the way, and made it to the staircase that led to the fourth floor. Peeves was bouncing upstairs, loosening the carpet on the stairs in an attempt to cause others to fall.

"Who's there?" Peeves said suddenly, narrowing his mischievous black eyes, "I know you're there, though I can't see it." Are you a ghoul, or a ghost, or a student imp?"

He rose into the air and stopped, squinting at Dudley.

Dudley was startled, and clung to the wall motionless, his phantom spell had not been practiced at home, for fear that if he moved again, he would be seen by Peeves.

"There's something out of sight sneaking around here, and I'm supposed to report it to Filch. ”

Just when Dudley thought he was going to be exposed, Harry rescued him.

"Peeves," Harry said softly in a hoarse voice, "Barrow the Bloody doesn't want to be seen, and he has a point. ”

Peeves was so taken aback that he nearly fell out of the air. He steadied himself just in time and hovered a foot above the stairs.

"I'm sorry, Bloody Man, Mr. Barrow, Sir," he said sweetly, "it's all my fault, it's all my fault... I don't know it's you, but please forgive Peeves for this little joke, sir. ”

"I have business to do here," Harry whispered, "not here tonight. ”

"Yes, sir, I will obey. Peeves said, rising back into the air, "I hope you do well, Peeves didn't hear anything, didn't see anything." ”

With that, he fled as fast as he could.

"Almost finished the calf. Dudley whispered.

They continued to walk until they reached the end of the hallway on the fourth floor, where the door had been opened by a gap.

"We're a little late," Harry whispered, "they've made it through the city. ”

Harry had taken off his invisibility cloak, and the ajar door had clearly shown them what they were about to face.

He handed the cloak to Ron and Hermione to make them choose one last time, saying, "If you guys want to back down now, I won't blame you." You can take the Cloak of Invisibility with you, I don't need it anymore. ”

"Do you think they're going to choose to leave?" Dudley rolled his eyes.

Harry nodded and pushed the door open.

With the creak of the door opening, the three-headed dog Lou Wei roared wildly at them.

Dudley took his wand and tapped the harp that had fallen aside, only to see it re-erect and play a piece of music that didn't sound good.

As soon as the first note sounded, the three-headed dog's eyes began to droop. Slowly, the barking of the three-headed dog ceased, and it staggered a few times, fell to its knees, and then fell to the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

Quirrell was such a good guy that he had his harp confiscated, or Dudley would have wasted a lot of magic to conjure up a new one.