In the narrow passage, two figures stood in the middle. In front www.biquge.info behind them, two magical flames of different colors were burning, but strangely there was no temperature at all.

"Well, there are two bottles of potions here that are not poisonous."

Dialect held up a small bottle in one hand and said to Harry, who was looking at him with a straight eye. "The one on the left can enter the front room through the black flame after drinking, and the one on the right can return to the original place through the purple flame after drinking."

"Harry, which one do you want?"

At this moment, Dialect is standing with Harry Potter in front of the final level to protect the Philosopher's Stone, solving the logical reasoning set by Snape.

Previously, after the dialect was officially inserted into the plot, the Savior team passed all the previous levels at a very fast speed. However, when faced with the chessboard level set by Professor McGonagall, Fang Yan did not make a move, and instead allowed Ron to choose to sacrifice himself in exchange for victory, as in the original book.

I have to say that Ron at that time was like a piece of jade that had been wiped away from the dust, and even the savior could not cover the brilliance he exuded.

The dialect couldn't help but change some of Ron's opinions. Although it is true that Ron usually behaves a little unbearable and has a very flawed personality, in a real pinch, his willingness to sacrifice himself for the sake of friendship alone is enough to impress Dialect with him.

After settling Ron, Dialect and Harry made their way to the next level, now trapped in the middle of the passage by magical flames.

"I want this one on the left!" Harry said firmly, his emerald green eyes sparkling in the light of the fire, "Sean, Ron, please take care of you, I will definitely return victorious!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for the dialect to react, he snatched the potion from his hand and poured it down, and then rushed towards the black flames in front of him without looking back.

The dialect shrugged, and he knew it would be like this. Although he asked like that just now, the dialect knew that Harry Potter would definitely choose to rush in by himself!

Through this time of getting along, Fang Yan discovered that although Harry Potter's character is not bad, it is a little too egotistical. Whatever he believes will be pierced into it, and he will rarely listen to the opinions of others.

For example, at this moment, he knew that the strength of the dialect was much stronger than him, but he still insisted on facing Voldemort by himself, because he thought it was his responsibility.

Instead of drinking the remaining bottle of potion in his hand, Fang Yan casually pulled out a small bottle from his pocket, the glittering liquid in it was exactly the same as the potion Harry had just drunk.

Fang Yan smiled slightly, unscrewed the lid and swallowed the potion in one gulp.

"Since I know that there is such a level, how can I not be prepared."

Putting on the cloak of invisibility that he had borrowed from Harry before he entered, Dialect walked to the room in front of him. He wasn't in a hurry, the final battle wasn't over so quickly.

After a deliberate delay, Fang Yan entered the room, and by this time the plot had developed to the point where Harry had just gotten the Philosopher's Stone.

The dialect's lips shrouded in the cloak of invisibility curled slightly, yes, the time was just right!

At this time, Harry was battling Quirrell with the intention of getting by.

"How?" Quirrell asked impatiently, "What do you see?" ”

Harry plucked up his courage.

"I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he said spontaneously, "I- I won the House Cup for Gryffindor." ”

The dialect who was hidden on the side smiled in his heart.

Quirrell wasn't in such a good mood anymore, and he started scolding again.

"You walk away for me." He said.

Harry had barely taken five steps back when he heard a shrill voice ringing through the room, and Quirrell's lips didn't move at all.

"He's lying...... He's lying...... It's on that boy's body! ”

While Harry was still in shock, Fang Yan's eyes lit up, and he looked at the back of Quirrell's head with a blank look, "Voldemort, we're meeting again!" ”

Looking at Harry Potter, who was still here, Fang Yan barely resisted the urge to do it in his heart, now is not the time!

Voldemort didn't know that there were still people peeping in the dark, and his attention was now all on Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

Next, the dialect is like watching a live version of a high-definition blockbuster.

As in the original story, Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort, could not touch Harry's body, which had been protected by his mother. Harry was keenly aware of this and took advantage of it. After that, it was like a street thug fight, and the two of them scuffled on the ground.

The dialect was speechless, are you still wizards? Can't even use magic?

But this is the moment he was waiting for.

I saw Fang Yan trotting a few steps, and in an instant, he rushed to the "Eris Magic Mirror" not far from him, directly took out the Doom Pocket and put the "Eris Magic Mirror" inside, and then took out the "Pseudo-Eris Magic Mirror" prepared in advance and put it in place.

This series of movements, Fang Yan did it extremely fast, coupled with the concealment of the invisibility cloak, the two people who were writhing around there didn't notice it at all.

It's not over yet, seeing that Harry's side is about to decide the winner, and the dialect knows that if he doesn't hurry up, Dumbledore is probably coming.

"Faint!" A silent stun spell knocked Harry, who was already quick to think vaguely, unconscious.

Looking at Quirrell with a stunned look on his face, the dialect didn't give him a chance to speak, and a disarming spell knocked him away from Harry's body.

"Ahem!"

Quirrell, who hit the wall and fell down, coughed in pain, and Voldemort in the back of his head was still screaming loudly, "Waste, what a waste!" Kill him! ”

"Fire Curse!"

Not interested in seeing the "deep love between master and servant" between the two, Fang Yan launched another attack on Voldemort and Quirrell without even a little gap in order to seize the time.

"Ahh

The power of the fire spell was really not covered, and in less than a second, Quirrell and his belt bones were completely reduced to ashes, and Voldemort held on for a little longer.

"Ah~ let me go~ I can give you everything you want, power? Strength? Money? Everything will work~"

The dark shadow of Voldemort's soul struggled in agony in the flames, his mouth pleading incessantly, and promising many benefits to the dialect.

The tongue raised its eyelids, and even the meaning of the answer was not satisfied. He secretly said in his heart: "If you don't die, who will carry the black pot for me!" "As long as Dumbledore didn't notice Voldemort when he arrived, he would be able to create a scene where the Philosopher's Stone had been snatched by Voldemort to get by.

"Peng!"

With another wave of the wand, the flames of fire rose again, and Voldemort's soul could not hold on any longer, and soon followed in Quirrell's footsteps.

"Whew!"

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but this was not the time to be able to fully relax. He quickly ran to Harry's side, and as he reached in Harry's trouser pocket, a stone with a shimmering red sheen appeared in his hand, and he put it away in his pocket of Doom.

After that, the dialect quickly retreated towards the door, and if he didn't leave, he was afraid that Dumbledore would be coming. Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to "tear apart" the "Pseudo-Eris Magic Mirror", completely reducing it to pieces, and the province was found to be an impostor.

After glancing at Harry again and making sure he was okay, Dialect hurried back, finally getting all the disguises in place before Dumbledore arrived.

"Ahem!" In the room of the checkerboard level, Fang Yan sat in the corner with an extremely pale face, coughing incessantly, and Ron's already passed out body sat next to him.

That's what Dumbledore saw when he hurried in.

"Where's Harry?"

He asked eagerly, with a look of rare seriousness on his face.

"Over there~" Fang Yan raised his arm and pointed to the entrance of the passage with difficulty. "Professor, go save Harry!"

"You stay here first!" Dumbledore left a few words and hurried towards Harry.

Fang Yan knew that the matter was not over yet, and how to get rid of his suspicion next was the key.

After thinking about it, Fang Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, and he took out his wand against him, and directly cast a high-level black magic that he would.

"Necromantic Attack!"

An extremely cold and eerie aura instantly poured out from the tip of Fang Yan's wand, turning into a gray spell light passing through Fang Yan's body.

"Poof!"

Fang Yan suddenly felt a sense of weakness, and all the strength in his body seemed to be taken away, and he had to lean against the wall to prevent him from falling to the ground. In his senses, there was a cold air flow in his limbs and body, which was constantly circulating and destroying, preventing his body from recovering itself.

"Hehe, it should be okay now!"

Fang Yan smiled weakly, then felt that his eyes were dark, and he fainted directly.