"You drink that bottle." Harry pointed to the bottle of potion that Hermione had judged to be retreating, and said, "Don't interject yet, listen to me- Hermione, go back- Grab a broom from the room where the keys are flying, and it will carry you through the trapdoor and past Lowe - Go straight to the owl's hut and send Hedwig to deliver a message to Dumbledore, we need him to help. I may be able to contain Snape for a while, but I'm no match for him. And Ron ......"

Harry looked at Ron, "Actually, it's better for you to ride a broomstick, but I don't think we can let Hermione wait here alone." ”

"You're right!" Ron nodded, he looked like a little man at this moment.

"But Harry- what if the mystery is with him?" Hermione asked, a little worried

"Uh-huh- I've gotten away with it once before, remember?" Harry pointed to the scar on his forehead and said, "I might be able to turn evil into good fortune." Hermione's lips quivered, and she suddenly lunged at Harry, stretching out her arms around him.

"Harry- You know, you're a great wizard."

"I'm not as good as you." Harry said with great embarrassment, and Hermione let go of him.

"Me!" Hermione said, "It's just a dead study, and a little cleverness!" And there's a lot more important to it -- friendship and courage -- oh, Harry -- but be careful!"

After saying that, she hugged Ron again: "Ron, in case, in case Harry fails to stop Snape, you must, no, no, no, forget it, Harry will definitely stop Snape." Hermione felt unlucky halfway through her speech, and quickly changed her words: "You wait, I'll let the owl deliver the letter and go to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick!" ”

"Don't worry, Hermione, we're here!" Ron looked serious.

"You drink first," said Harry, "can you be sure of these two bottles, can't you be mistaken?"

"Absolutely not." Hermione said. She took a big sip from the round bottle on her right, and she shuddered.

"It's not poison, is it?" Harry asked worriedly.

"It's not — but it's like ice, it's bitterly cold."

"Hurry up, let's go, it won't work in a while."

"Good luck - be careful- Hermione hugged Harry and Ron again and walked out of the room.

"Ron!" Harry picked up a bottle and looked at Ron, who had a determined look in his eyes. This infected Harry, who threw his head back and gave Ron a hug, walking quickly through the black flames.

Like Hermione said, drinking the potion felt like drinking ice. The icy chill suddenly penetrated the whole body. In fact, even Daphany, who was hiding in her hat, was frozen by the chill emanating from Harry's body.

Harry could see the black flames licking his body, but he didn't feel anything - at that moment, 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.

There was a man in it, but it wasn't Snape as he thought he was. Even Voldemort, whom they feared from time to time!

A slender and slender body, a large, strange hat with a circle of cloth bands. It turned out to be Professor Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell, you...... Why are you here? Harry was a little stunned, he couldn't turn around.

Professor Quirrell smiled, and now he didn't see the usual cowardice. There was no twitching on his face.

His expression was calm, and even gave Harry a sense of peace: "Just now, just now, I was still thinking. I wonder if I'll see Lee here, Harry Potter! ”

"But ......," Harry stammered, "shouldn't it, Snape?" What about Snape? I thought ......" Harry was a little incoherent, everything was so different from what he expected.

"Snape?" Quirrell seemed to hear the extremely ridiculous joke and couldn't help but laugh. The laughter was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer, cold and mocking.

"yes, Snape doesn't look like a good guy, does he? He flew around like a giant bat, which helped us a lot. With him there, who would doubt that he could be pitiful, knot-knot-stammering Professor Quirrell?" Rocky learned the stumbling tone, but his tone and look were full of mockery and banter.

Harry couldn't believe what was in front of him, after all, for half a semester, he thought he was dealing with Snape: "But...... Snape wanted to kill me, that Quidditch! ”

"I think you're mistaken, Potter." Quirrell chuckled, "I'm the one who wants to kill you." At that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger. Oh, I have to say that it was a very talented little wizard, but unfortunately it was a mudblood. She rushed over and cast a spell on Snape, inadvertently knocking me out. She ruined my gaze at you, and I could have dropped you off your broomstick with just a few more seconds. Even if Snape kept chanting a counter-incantation to save your life, it would be useless! ”

"Snape wants to save me?" Harry looked incredulous. The professors of the whole house might want to save him, but Snape, how could it be? Without even looking closely, Harry knew that Snape hated him from the bottom of his heart, though he didn't know why.

"Of course, otherwise why would Dumbledore have to run away as a match referee as soon as he is not in the Academy, you don't know how much he hates Quidditch." Quirrell said coldly, "He's going to make sure I don't hurt you again." Because Dumbledore was away, he was only at ease when he was on the field. Quirrell snorted, "The others thought Snape was trying to stop the Gryffindor team from winning, and that idiot was really making himself very unpopular." But apparently his efforts have been in vain, and if you send them to the door yourself, I will definitely kill you tonight!" ”

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and out of nowhere, several ropes sprang out of nowhere and tied Harry into a knot.

Quirrell and Harry kept talking about each other, but they never killed Harry. Secretly Daphany was about to fall asleep. Please, I can't use your dialogue to make up the word count anymore, the editor is going to curse. The villain dies of talking too much, haven't you heard it?

Just when Daphany wanted to rush out on her own—if she wasn't sure if she could beat Quirrell, she would have done it. Harry's ropes suddenly untied.

"Divided!" Harry cast the Splinter Charm to attack Quirrell as fast as he could, but Quirrell only flicked his hand to block it.

"You surprised me by using the time you spent talking to me to unlock my spell, Harry!" Quirrell exclaimed as he tied Harry up once more and took his wand.

Even Daphany was a little surprised that Harry quietly cast a spell to unleash Quirrell's bonds. It seems that due to their presence, the strength of the Harry trio has improved somewhat compared to the original plot. I just don't know if this progress is good or bad.

After that, the mirror game, and then the villain boss finally appeared.

Daphany couldn't help but peek out a little bit through the gap in her robe to look at the legendary ugly snake face.

It's so ugly! In what should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face that Harry had never seen before. The face was dead white as chalk, its red eyes glowing, and below it were two long, snake-like nostrils.

"Look what I've become!" The face said, "Only shadows and vapors remained...... I can only have a body if I share a body with someone else...... But there are always people who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds...... Over the past few weeks, the unicorn's blood has allowed me to regain some strength...... You saw Quirrell in the forest that day drinking blood for me...... Once I got my hands on the elixir, I was able to recreate a body of my own...... All right...... Now, Harry, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

Harry panicked, he didn't expect Voldemort to know. He tried to back away in a hurry, but only slightly.

Voldemort tried to seduce Harry, but was unsuccessful. Harry, who had finally regained some strength, tried to escape to the black flames in the doorway.

"Catch him!" Voldemort commanded.

Quirrell's two goods are also very good, so you really have to use your hands to catch you? Are you a magician?

Looking at Quirrell flying up, Daphany admired his ability to resist demons, and he could jump so far directly with his body with magic. At the same time, mocking his brain, where did he have the ability to play with the rope just now?

The next moment, Quirrell grabbed Harry's hand. Judging by the expression. Harry was in pain, Quirrell was even more painful!

Harry tried to struggle, and he succeeded. Or rather, Quirrell let go. He hunched over in pain, looking at his fingers -- and he saw them blistering one by one.

It's disgusting! Daphany belly.

"Catch him! Catch him!" Voldemort screamed again. Quirrell lunged forward, knocking Harry to the ground, riding on top of him, and grabbing Harry's neck with both hands, but he soon let go again.

"Master, I can't hold him - my hand - my hand!"

Quirrell was still pressing Harry to the ground with his knees, but his hand had loosened Harry's neck, and he was staring at his palms in confusion - Harry could see them glowing red as if they had been burned by fire.

"Then kill him, fool, and hurry up!" Voldemort said in a shrill voice.

Quirrell seemed to remember that he was a magician for a moment, and he took out his wand and prepared to recite the incantation: "Arvada......"

Magicians need to keep their distance from their enemies, and this is the first lesson that every wizard in Aegean learns during their apprenticeship. However, the teachers in the HP world don't seem to have taught this, so Quirrell doesn't know.

Harry seemed to sense the danger, and he slammed into Quirrell's face, who was still on him, and the two were too close.

Quirrell had to roll off Harry, blistering at his face. It was then dawned on Harry that as soon as he touched Quirrell's exposed skin, he would feel excruciating pain - Harry wanted to escape, and his only hope was to hold on to Quirrell and make him unable to chant a spell in pain.

Harry thought about it, and began to do it. He jumped to his feet, trying to grab Quirrell.

According to the original plot, he would grab Quirrell and turn him to ashes.

However, things took a turn for the worse, and a painful Quirrell hurriedly kicked Harry far away - Harry was still an eleven-year-old after all, and his strength was completely incomparable to that of an adult.

Quirrell held his wand again.

Daphany moved, not because Harry was in danger, on the contrary, Daphne knew that Harry was not in danger at all. But if you don't show up, you're going to be in danger!

A powerful wave of magic power had come to the room at some point, and although it had not yet appeared, a powerful and astonishing mental wave had swept over Daphany.

Dumbledore! Only the White Wizard in all of England now has such powerful magical and spiritual powers.

Dumbledore found himself! His spiritual power is too strong, even if he is not good at using it, even if Daphne turns into a bird snake and hides her body, but the magic power fluctuations can't hide it from a wizard of his level.

It should be acceptable not to show his true body in front of Voldemort, right?

That's all Daphine could do to comfort herself, and she leapt out of Harry's hood.

The small snake that was originally the thickness of its tail finger turned into a giant python with a body length of more than 20 meters in an instant. Whether it was Harry, Quirrell, or Voldemort, they were all stunned for a moment. Even Daphany could feel Dumbledore's mental power fluctuate in the shadows.

The speed of the bird snake was extremely fast, and Quilok was stunned for a moment, and before he could release the spell, he was already hit by the bird snake head-on. The whole person fell out, and the wand came out of his hand.

The bird snake circled in the air, and a tail whipped Quirrell towards Harry.

How strong is the tail whip of a twenty-meter python? Professor Quirrell didn't know before, but he did. He felt more than half of the bones in his body break. Looking at Harry, who had pounced on him for a moment, Quirrell knew he was finished.

Well, in fact, Harry is finished if he doesn't pounce. He could feel that the broken ribs had pierced his internal organs. If you don't have a very good healer, even if you let him hold a wand at this time, he won't be able to save himself. Not to mention that the wand was out of hand by this time.

Harry didn't know what that serpent was or where it came from, and he didn't have time to think about it. At least for now, it seems to be helping itself.

Don't care so much, kill Quirrell first.

Harry pounced on him, holding Quirrell down more than half dead. Dafanie watched Harry hold on for a few moments before fainting, and then, Quirrell's hands were held down by Harry's hands, and soon turned into a cloud of flying ashes, leaving only a robe.

Then, a cloud of mist slowly rose from the pile of ashes. He paused for a moment, then quickly rushed out. The black flames in the doorway did not hinder it in any way.

It's over, it's really hard! That was Daphany's first thought.

No, there's more to it than that. This was Daphany's second thought.