It's already summer, and Phyllis's bedroom has a few very simple freezing magic solidified in the corner, which can only bring a trace of coolness, and it will not be as cool as the air-conditioned room in modern society, or even the cold of the season.

However, in summer, it's normal to be a little hot, so that it can look natural, and the breeze in the evening seeps into the room, which is also very comfortable.

In the bedroom, Phyllis wears a two-piece pajama suit made of light yellow linen. The slightly rough touch of linen is not unbearable, but has a special crispy feeling, which is very comfortable. The cool and breathable fabric is worn on the body, and there is a natural freshness.

After the exams, Phyllis finally relaxed a little, and the last bit of work of the school year was to correct the papers of the students. And it must be done as soon as possible, and in another week, the results will be released.

"What the hell is this!" Phyllis shook her head, picked up the quill pen, and tried to make a big cross on the scroll, but when she saw the grade and name written on the frontispiece, the pen that was about to fall paused. She could only sigh and put the pen aside, intending to look at the scroll again, trying to find some sparkle.

This is a second-grader, a child, and it is really difficult for them to write a paper that is coherent, well-founded, and has unique arguments. To correct the papers of junior students, it is still necessary to lower the grading standard.

After staring at the paper for more than thirty minutes, Phyllis finally found a good point, this guy writes quite well - well, in that case, give it a "D", barely passing.

Tossing the batch of papers aside, Phyllis slumped in her chair. After approving a roll, she was tired like this, and looking at the pile of rolls in the corner of the table, she was going to despair.

In the first place, it should not have been just a paper, at that time it was greedy to save trouble, and now it is even more troublesome when it comes to correction.

"If you count the total time, it seems to be a loss." Phyllis muttered to herself, picking up another volume.

At that moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door, thump, and the sound was very rapid.

"Come in." Phyllis looked at the scroll, didn't look up, and said, "What's wrong, Amy?" ”

It's almost eleven o'clock, and the only person who can knock on the bedroom door at this time is one person: Amy, Phyllis's house-elf.

"Lord...... Master...... That is true. Amy breathed heavily, as if she had run in quickly, and said, "Harry, Harry Potter, go to the room at the end of the hallway." ”

The room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle was banned by Headmaster Dumbledore at the beginning of the school year.

At the time, Phyllis didn't know what was going on, but now it was clear that there was a magic stone that could be used to make an elixir of life, and there were many professors who had set up defenses in it.

The reason for this arrangement is to "guard" against Voldemort coming to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Phyllis folded the roll, set it aside, and said, "Okay, I see." ”

She stood up, changed her clothes, put on a pure black magic robe, and walked out the door.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, the light in the corridor was not very good, it was silent and cold, and Phyllis stepped on a black sandal of calfskin, and did not hide the sound of her footsteps.

The four-centimeter-heeled sandals stepped on the floor with a crisp sound, as if it had alarmed someone, but Phyllis didn't care, and walked straight to the room at the end of the corridor, speeding up.

She...... What are you doing? What does she want to do? Quirrell, who was hiding in the corner and watching all this, wondered if she was worried about those students and left in such a hurry. (This is not the case, where Quirrell entered the room at the end of the hallway before Harry.) ）

No, Professor Kate is a typical Ravenclaw, and her favorite is Ravenclaw House, and the room at the end of the corridor was full of Gryffindors.

If it weren't for those kids, it would have to be...... Philosopher's Stone! Oops, that woman wants to take the Philosopher's Stone first!

Thinking of this, Voldemort, who was attached to Quirrell, cursed, "Fool, hurry up and keep up!" ”

Like Dumbledore, that woman was just as troublesome, and even more troublesome because she had fewer concerns, and the Philosopher's Stone would have been even more troublesome if it had been in her hands.

Upon entering the room, the first thing that catches Phyllis's eye is a three-headed vicious dog that has fallen asleep.

In Western society, there are many legends about the three-headed vicious dog, and in all the stories, the three-headed vicious dog is very powerful and can easily tear a person apart, and it does. In Phyllis's opinion, among all the levels, this three-headed dog is more powerful.

Of course, it's only relative, for example, now, the three-headed vicious dog named Lu Wei is asleep, and it was taken care of by three first-year students.

"What a useless guy." Phyllis muttered to herself.

When she walked up to Lu Wei, Phyllis deliberately looked backwards, then raised her leg and stomped Lu Wei's paws, and then immediately withdrew.

After a few roars, the three vicious dogs opened their eyes and blocked Quirrell, who was following Phyllis and trying to enter.

"Damn woman!" Quirrell cursed inwardly and pulled out his wand.

The three-headed dog, which is already in an attacking state, will not be hypnotized by the sound of music, and in order to deal with this guy, a battle must be fought.

The next few levels are very simple, three first-year students can pass, and it is not a problem for an adult wizard of Phyllis's level, what devil net, wizard chess or something, it can be done directly with a spell.

It was the last level, after taking the potion, through the fierce fire, which made Phyllis stop.

Fierce fire, a black flame, is an extremely difficult to extinguish, the more it burns, the more powerful it becomes, it is a kind of profound and powerful black magic.

The wizards at Hogwarts are pretty good! Phyllis thought to herself, such a powerful black magic can be unleashed.

What surprised Phyllis even more was that such a powerful fire could be immune to damage by taking potions, even if it was only for a short time.

Phyllis picked up the smallest bottle, looked at it closely, and sniffed it carefully.

Potion indeed. Phyllis could only make this judgment.

No way, in almost all magic courses, Phyllis is very good at it, but in Potions class, she really doesn't know much. Except that Snape and Phyllis have always been at odds with the professor who taught potions, and Phyllis didn't want to ask for advice, she always thought that potions had a very limited effect, and who would use them!