Under the cover of Jelf, after Harry and the others successfully passed the wizarding chess, the next level was the troll arranged by Professor Quirrell. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the poor troll was already a little irritable and merciless, and Hermione was completely tortured and killed. Hermione threw three spells at the troll's body, and the poor troll fell to the ground before he could shout a few times in protest.

And Hermione's hand instantly shocked several other young wizards except Neville, who never thought that Hermione, who had been standing by Jelf's side like a vase (in the eyes of others), would have such strength.

Neville vaguely knew that none of the people who had been with Jelf all the year round were simple, because he was one of the beneficiaries himself.

If Neville did make a big move, even the senior wizards at Hogwarts wouldn't be able to handle it.

Percy's strength, although not so brutal, is also the best in his grade, and even Slytherin in the same grade has to admire the degree.

"Harry, Ron, don't rub around." Hermione glared at the two of them dissatisfied, only to get a loud "yes" from both of them in unison. ”

The two of them were completely shocked by Hermione's methods.

Domineering side leakage, Hermione still has a strong queen aura in front of outsiders.

On the next level, there are no strange plants or powerful monsters unexpectedly. Instead, in the center is a table with seven bottles of different shapes lined up.

"Potions? This is supposed to be Professor Snape's design. Hermione casually picked up one of the bottles, put it under her nose and sniffed it.

At this moment, purple and black flames suddenly rose around them, surrounding several people in the middle.

"This is—" Harry was startled by the sudden attack, and reflexively slammed into the flames.

"Stop! If you don't want to die yet. Hermione's shouts made Harry wake up instantly, and immediately retracted his hands. It was a fire spell, a flame from hell. ”

"So what should we do now?" Harry was now the master of the six gods.

"No... I don't know. Obviously, it's not a good idea to ask Ron that question. He was more panicked than Harry.

"Wait until Jelf comes and saves us." Neville was very open-minded, neither nervous nor stupid, he was very confident in Jelf, and he was really fat-hearted.

From Neville's point of view, since Hermione was here, Jelf would come to their rescue. That being the case, what is there to worry about?

"Look at this..."At this time, Hermione, the only one who was still calm, saw her pick up the parchment on the table that no one noticed.

"Danger is in sight, safety is in the rear. 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. ”

"It's actually a simple logical reasoning." Hermione looked at the parchment in her hand and slowly read her debut. "But it's not that hard to reason."

Hearing Hermione's words, Harry and Ron looked at Hermione with a look of hell. What the heck? We didn't understand a sentence at all, how did it become a simple reasoning to you? Should the gap between people be so big? How can we have fun together in the future?

The scum of the world of Xueba is incomprehensible, this is from the suppression of IQ.

Neville looked confused, he was more confused than Harry and Ron, because he didn't even listen, let alone reason.

"Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; One will allow us to pass safely through the black flames, and the other will send us back through the purple flames. Hermione immediately analyzed the situation of the seven bottles on the table.

Harry and Ron nodded dumbfounded, even though they didn't understand how Hermione had come to this conclusion.

"To the left of the nettle wine is poison... There is no poison in the tall and short ones... The difference between the left and right—" Hermione muttered as she carefully examined the bottle on the table, only to see her pick up the smallest bottle. "So according to the analysis, this is the potion that can make us pass through the flames, and it is really simple."

What the? How did it come out of the analysis? Wait, why is this potion? Let me take my time.

Harry: Your friend's IQ is offline.

However, Ron on the side was still wrestling his fingers over there, and he didn't know what conclusion he had come to in the end.

Ron: Your IQ is in arrears.

Neville still looked at the group with a confused expression, as if he hadn't figured out the situation yet.

Neville: Warning, IQ not detected.

"Drink it, and you'll be able to pass through the flames." Hermione handed the vial to Harry, who took it in a daze, while Harry's mind was still thinking about the relationship between the dwarf, the giant, and the Grim Reaper.

"What about you?" Harry woke up from his trance when the cold bottle touched Harry's hands.

"This bottle will allow us to go back safely." A round bottle appeared in Hermione's hand. "Harry, I'll take care of the rest, go ahead."

Leave it to me? Truth be told, if Hermione wasn't going to give him the potion, he'd try to convince him, but for now, that's exactly what he wants.

"Good luck to me." Although Ron and the others wanted to go over and help Harry together, the bottle of potion was only enough for one person.

If two people share the food, let alone pass through the flames, it is likely that both of them will hang up in this fierce fire.

The icy liquid entered the mouth, and the biting cold penetrated Harry's whole body in an instant. Harry shuddered.

Then he looked firmly at the pitch-black flames, closed his eyes and rushed in.

Passing through the black flames, Harry was faced with the door to the last room.

Swallowing, Harry took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

However, at this time, a figure on the other side of the gate was waiting inside.