"Snape's magic," Harry said, "what should we do?"

As soon as the four of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from behind them, sealing the doorway. The flame was unusual: it was purple. At the same time, black flames burst out from the doorway leading to the front. They were trapped in the middle.

"Look!" Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment that had been placed next to the bottle. Augustus stood behind her and read with her: danger is in sight, safety is in the rear. Two of us can help you.

Drink them, one will lead you forward, and the other will send you back to where you came. Two of them are filled with nettle wine. Three are killers and are waiting in line. Choose, unless you want to be here forever. We also provide four clues to help you choose: first, no matter how cunning the poisons are, they are actually on the left side of the nettle wine; Second, the contents of the bottle at the left and right ends are not thoughtful. None of them will work for you if you want to move forward; Thirdly, you will find that the bottles vary in size.

There is no hiding of death in giants and gnomes; Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although the appearance is different, the taste is the same.

"Interesting, it probably has something to do with Muggle logic." Augustus was in some interest.

Hermione let out a long sigh, and Harry was surprised to see her smile, which he himself couldn't laugh at any means.

"Yes," said Hermione, "it's not magic—it's logical reasoning—it's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards have no ability to reason logically, and they are trapped here forever. ”

"Clearly, Miss Granger is good at this. In that case, this level is up to you. Augustus glanced at Hermione, who was poring over the prompt.

"Well, just give me a minute, and a minute should be able to decipher this mystery." Hermione read the piece of paper a few more times. She walked up and down the row of bottles, muttering to herself as she pointed to this or that bottle. Finally, she clapped her hands happily. "Zhilu said," she said, "this smallest bottle will help us pass through the black flames—and get the Philosopher's Stone." ”

Harry looked at the inconspicuous little bottle.

"There's only enough for one person to drink," he said, "and it's less than a sip." ”

"Which bottle will make you go back through the purple flames?" Augustus asked, turning his head.

Hermione gestured to a sleek bottle on the far right.

"So, Hermione, Ron, you drink the liquid from the bottle that you can return, go back to the dormitory as soon as you go back through the purple flames and wait for our news, Harry drink the bottle and go on, and I'll go straight through the black flames with Harry." Augustus thought for a moment, and then told the three of them what he had planned.

Hermione and Ron nodded, no matter what they were going to face in front of them, Harry and Augustus were together, so naturally they wouldn't encounter any danger.

"Then be careful, Ron and I are back." Hermione glanced at the two of them with some reluctance, then picked up the round bottle on the right and took a big sip, and Ron took the bottle from Hermione's hand, tilted his head and took a sip, "Good luck - be careful-"

"Let's go!"

The two of them turned, straight through the purple flames.

Harry took a deep breath and grabbed the smallest bottle. He turned to face the black flames.

"I'm coming." After he finished speaking, he drank the liquid from the small bottle in one gulp.

It was indeed like ice, seeping through his whole body at once. He put down the bottle and walked forward. He plucked up his courage and saw the black flames licking his body, but he felt nothing—he couldn't see anything at that moment, only black flames in front of him—and then he made his way to the other side, into the back room.

Augustus added a fade spell to himself, and his whole body slowly disappeared into the air, and then he went straight through the black flames, which touched Augustus's body, rubbing against Augustus's black robe like clusters of well-behaved pets.

Walking slowly into the room, Augustus glanced around the room, and it wasn't Snape standing in the center of the room, or even Voldemort.

It's Quirrell.

"You!" Harry was stunned.

Quirrell smiled. Now his face doesn't twitch at all." It's me," he said calmly, "and I was wondering if I'd ever meet you here, Potter. ”

"So, it's really you, of course, who would doubt it, Quirrell, who has always stammered and weak and incompetent, will be the real culprit behind the theft of the Philosopher's Stone, I have to say, your acting skills are so realistic, even Dumbledore was deceived by you." Harry pushed his glasses and said to Quirrell flatly.

"Of course it is. The timid and scared Quirrell is the image of a weak person who should be protected in front of everyone, everyone is sympathizing with me, how could anyone think that Quirrell is the one who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, it's funny, right? The truth is often more brutal than the reality. Beneath the surface lies an incredible truth, having been playing a weak and pitiful character for so long, and the release in this moment gives Quirrell a great sense of accomplishment.

Quirrell snapped his fingers. It was too late, but I saw a few ropes jump out of thin air, and tie Harry into a strong knot.

"You're too nosy to let you live in the world anymore, Potter. On Halloween's Eve, you were wandering around the school, and I knew that you saw me checking the mechanism of the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"You let that troll in?"

"Of course it is. I've got a special way of dealing with trolls - you've seen it, how did I teach that guy in the room over there? Unfortunately, while everyone was scrambling to look for the trolls, Snape, who had already been suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor and tried to stop me—not only did my troll not kill you, but even the big three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg off.

"Alright, just wait, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror. ”

It was only then that Harry noticed what was standing behind Quirrell. It is the Mirror of Eris.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell muttered, tapping his hand along the frames around it. "Only Dumbledore can get such a thing, but he's in London right now, and by the time he comes back, I'll be gone."

Eris Magic Mirror, Augustus, who was hiding next to them at this time, looked at this mirror and suddenly had a trace of inscrutable meaning in his eyes, I didn't expect to be able to see this kind of item in this world, the ultimate existence of all dreams, the hub of the Alaya consciousness collection, a thin and simple mirror can be said to represent the subconscious convergence point of the entire world to some extent, if used well, this mirror can even become a catastrophic existence beyond Pandora's box, it's really interesting, It seems that the process of lying with Harry and them has been very rewarding.