"Snape's magic." Hermione then asked, "What should we do?" ”

As soon as the three of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from behind them, sealing the doorway, this flame was unusual: it was purple, and at the same time, black flames burst out from the doorway leading to the front, and a man and two women were trapped in the middle.

"Look!" Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment that had been placed next to the bottle.

Sherlock stood behind her and read with her: danger is in sight, safety is in the rear, and two of us can help you.

Drink them down, 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 logical reasoning." Sherlock was in some interest.

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

"Yes," said Hermione, "it's not magic, it's logic, it's a riddle, and many of the greatest wizards don't have the slightest ability for logical reasoning, and they're stuck here forever." ”

"Obviously, Miss Granger is good at this, and in that case, this level will be left to you." Sherlock glanced at Hermione, who was poring over the prompt.

"Actually, I think Mr. Sherlock should be better at what he said, after all, the Sherlock Club papers are all quite complex logical thinking problems, and as far as I know, Professor Snape is the first professor to join the Sherlock Club, maybe the reason why he arranged such a difficult situation is also from the original Sherlock Club papers are also inspired by the original Sherlock Club papers."

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders in disbelief.

"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, and finally, she clapped her hands happily.

"Got it." "This smallest bottle will help us get through the black flames to the Philosopher's Stone," she said. ”

Asinsha and her brother looked at the inconspicuous little bottle.

And Hermione was very excited, she had always been bothering Sherlock before, and this time she was finally able to perform in front of Sherlock, which made Hermione very happy.

"There's only enough for one person in it." Asinsha said that she was sure that her brother must have drunk the potion in the bottle to make it to the next level, after all, who between her and Hermione could protect the Philosopher's Stone? "It's not a mouthful."

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

Hermione gestured to a sleek bottle on the far right.

"So, Hermione, you drink the liquid from the bottle that you can return to, go back to the dormitory after going back through the purple flames, and wait for our news, and by the way, don't forget to bring Harry and Ron, maybe Harry will be scared to be there alone." Sherlock handed the bottle to Hermione.

Hermione sneered, thinking about how Harry was trembling with fear, and holding Ron in her arms, it must have been funny.

"Prometheus, you go back with Hermione, Hermione, Prometheus will help you light the way, and at the same time, it will be strong enough to protect the three of you." Sherlock said seriously.

Hermione, on the other hand, looked at Sherlock's serious look and was a little obsessed, 'Does he care about me?' Hermione thought shyly to herself.

"Hermione!" Sherlock said another word, and Hermione took the bottle.

"I'll go straight through the black flames and go straight to Asinsha, and as for the potion that can pass, let Asinsha drink it." Sherlock thought for a moment, then told the two girls his plan.

Hermione and Asinsha nodded, no matter what they were going to face in front of them, Assinsha and Sherlock would naturally not encounter any danger together.

"Then you have to be careful, I'm going back with Prometheus." Hermione glanced at the two of them with some reluctance, then picked up the round bottle in her hand and took a big sip, and her whole body was excited, Prometheus himself was the fire element, and it was easy for the flames to enter the return passage.

"So...... Good luck Mr. Sherlock...... And don't get hurt. ”

Hermione spun around and walked straight through the purple flames, followed by Prometheus.

Asinsha took a deep breath and grabbed the smallest bottle, she turned to face the black flames.

She thought of her brother's excellent success in saving the family from decay, and the image of her brother seemed to be the protagonist of the world, the protagonist of the magical world in Axinsha's heart, and now she was going to become the main figure today, trying to catch up with her brother's path, even if it was just a small step closer to her brother.

"I'm here, brother, you have to follow me." With that, she drank the liquid from the vial in one gulp.

It was indeed like ice, seeping all over her body at once.

My sister put down the bottle and walked forward.

Plucking up the courage, she saw the black flames licking her body, but she didn't feel anything at that moment, she couldn't see anything, only the black flames in front of her. Then she made her way to the other side, into the last room.

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

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

It's Quirrell.

However, because of the fading technique, Quirrell saw Asinsha but not Sherlock.

"You!" Asinsha covered her mouth in shock.

But Quirrell was visibly more surprised, and he exclaimed, "How about you!" Why not Harry! ”

Ah Xinsha was silent, remembering what her brother had always said before, and she said to Quirrell, "It's me, not surprised, not surprised." ”

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Although he didn't know what was going on, neither Harry nor the girl in front of him who came today could stop him from getting the Philosopher's Stone.

Now his face doesn't twitch at all." It's me. He said calmly, "I was wondering if I would meet Harry Potter here, but I didn't expect it to be you, the princess of Hogwarts, the sister of Sherlock Mephisto, Miss Ascinza Mephisto." ”

"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." Asinsha wasn't scared at all, and said to Quirrell blandly.

"Of course it is. The timid and fearful Quirrell is the image of a weak person who should be protected in front of everyone, and everyone sympathizes with me. "How could anyone have thought that Quirrell was the one who was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, it's funny.

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 slowly approached Asinsha and groaned.

"You're too nosy to let you live in the world anymore, I'm sorry Miss Mephisto, I have to do this for the sake of my master, in fact I really don't want to go against the Mephisto family, to be precise, my master is not willing to offend Mr. Sherlock during this period, that will cause big trouble, if Sherlock knew that I killed you, he would definitely hunt me and my master to the ends of the earth! But if no one knows the real cause of your death. Quirrell smiled slyly.

"Then dying here as the most beloved sister will definitely drive Sherlock crazy, and then there will definitely be a dark wizard in the wizarding world who is hidden by hatred, even more evil and terrifying!"

"So you're trying to kill me."

"Actually, I don't want to do that, but I can't help it, I'd rather take a risk and let the trolls in than risk being hunted by Sherlock and kill you."

"You put the trolls in, Halloween?"

"Of course, I have a special way of dealing with trolls, and I'm sure you've seen it, how did I teach that guy in the room over there?? Unfortunately, while everyone was hurrying around looking for trolls, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor and tried to stop me, not only was my troll killed by your brother, but even the big three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg off.

"All right, wait quietly, Miss Mephisto, I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

It was only then that Asinsha noticed what was standing behind Quirrell.

If Harry had been there, he would have seen that it was the Mirror of Eris in front of him.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell muttered, tapping his hand along the frames around him. "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."