As Benjamin walked into the next room, he turned the vampire bat into a button on his collar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The moment he stepped into the room, Benjamin was nervous.

After all, there have been a lot of "surprises" for him along the way. Who knows which professor will set the trap that we are about to face?

The first level is clearly Professor Sprout's, and the flying keys in the second level look like Professor Flitwick's handiwork.

As for the pieces, there is no doubt that they were all deformed by Professor McGonagall.

Troll, who could it be? Could it be Professor Quirrell, who is most likely Voldemort himself?

Then it will probably be Professor Snape next.

Benjamin looked up and saw nothing surprising in the entire room. On the contrary, everything seems to be very ordinary here.

There was a table in the room, on which were seven bottles of strange colors.

No one knew what the bottles contained in the shoes, but there was no doubt that they must have been Professor Snape's handiwork.

When Benjamin took another small step forward, a purple flame suddenly ignited behind him.

As for the front of the other door in the room, a black flame was also burning.

Unfortunately, Benjamin was trapped in the middle of these two flames. As for how he should deal with them, it was certainly not to force magic to extinguish the fire, Benjamin turned his gaze to a piece of parchment on the table.

Benjamin subconsciously read it out while examining it carefully:

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 standing to the left of the nettle, and second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right are different. None of them will work for you if you want to move forward, and thirdly, you will find bottles of varying sizes.

There is no Grim Reaper hidden in the giants and gnomes, and the fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although they look different, have the same taste.

So, it's not really a matter of magic principles, such as the need to discern what the efficacy of a medicine is by its color and appearance. It's a matter of logical analysis.

If Benjamin had been the same magician who had just crossed over, he would probably be trapped here and wait for Voldemort or Professor Quirrell to come and kill him.

But Benjamin had already had a similar problem since he started learning Muggle knowledge step by step, yes, science.

Benjamin's eyes were full of confidence in addition to the burning curiosity of knowledge.

He began to make comparisons on parchment with his wand, and then began to analyze them in earnest.

First of all, he understood that of the seven bottles of wine here, two could be used to pass through the flames, three were poisons, and by the way, two were ordinary nettle wine.

However, the largest vial and the smallest vial, without a doubt, are not poison.

As for the bottles placed at the ends, since they are useless for passing through the flames, there can be no doubt that one is poison and the other is nettle wine. And it is also said later that the poison is always on the left side of the nettle wine.

Then the bottle on the far right is nettle wine. At this point, only one bottle of nettle wine remained, and two bottles of poison.

However, if the second on the left and the second on the right have the same taste, then they are most likely two vials of Poison, or two vials of Useful Flame.

Of course, the same goes for the other two bottles that remain.

It was just that the other two bottles that were left happened to have the smallest bottle, and Benjamin curled the corners of his mouth, this bottle was the potion he wanted to pass through the flames.

So how much should he drink?

Theoretically, he could pass through the flames with just a small sip.

It's just that if half of it is left, wouldn't it be more convenient for Professor Quirrell to follow behind?

Benjamin believed that with his abilities, he could pass through the flames even without these potions. But it will definitely come at a great price.

Benjamin laughed evilly, poured the precious potion into his stomach, and passed through the black flames unharmed.

There is no doubt that when the black flame brushes over Benjamin's body, it is warm, as if someone is huffing around you.

"Stop, boy, I didn't think you could make it all the way here, I really underestimated you!"

This voice Benjamin was so familiar that he could even smell a smell of garlic through this voice.

It's Professor Quirrell.

Benjamin had expected him to easily get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone before he ran into Professor Quirrell who had arrived in a hurry.

It seems that he still underestimated Professor Quirrell's ability, and in Benjamin's opinion, Professor Quirrell didn't seem to be hurt too much, except that his face was covered with sweat, because he was overworked.

Benjamin shook his head, still a little disappointed.

However, he also saw another person in Professor Quirrell's hands.

Yes, wasn't that Draco? except that Draco had woken up now, though his face was very ugly.

And Draco was still giving Benjamin a look, as if to tell him not to save himself.

Isn't this just a routine, saying "You hurry up, don't save me, it's good if I die, don't waste my death!"

And then I thought to myself:

"Help me! What are you running! If it weren't for you, I might have died! You ungrateful, conscienceless!"

Professor Quirrell drew his wand and placed it on Draco's head, then smirked:

"Benjamin, if you don't want to see your friend die, just come over obediently. Then drop your wand. Then I'll spare you two and send you home. As long as the master succeeds at that time, he will reward you!"

Draco's body trembled slightly from fear, but he kept his mouth shut, reluctant to utter a word of supplication.

Professor Quirrell looked confident, it was clear that he had already thought that he had captured Benjamin's lifeline, and he certainly couldn't have left his friend alone.

Sadly, he faced Benjamin, not Harry Potter.

Benjamin let out an "oh" and said, "Really, then you're going to kill him, right? Actually, he's a Malfoy." If I'm not mistaken, his father is also supportive of your master. You killed him like this, it's nothing to me, and to your master, it's not necessarily. ”

Benjamin shrugged and walked straight away.