After passing the wizarding chess level without any danger, Penelope and Hermione quickly made their way to the next room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as they walked into the room, a foul smell almost knocked the two of them unconscious.

"Oh my God~!, does this level have to put up with this smell?" Penelope covered his mouth and nose, and his steps fell backwards, whether it was the expression on his face or the thoughts in his heart, it was full of rejection.

Hermione, who came in after Penelope, also frowned slightly, and her little face was full of disgust.

Ding Yi, who was hidden in the shadows, saw this scene, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"The stench seems to have emanated from the troll. Hermione pinky pointed to a troll lying in the middle of the room, an adult troll standing up to the height of seventeen feet, larger than the last time they had encountered.

But now the troll could never stand up, and its massive body collapsed in the middle of the room, a large round hole in its chest.

The stench emanated from that hole.

"Anyway, let's get out of here!" Penelope said.

She didn't want to stay here for a second, and it felt as if she would die if she stayed any longer.

Hermione nodded in agreement.

She didn't want to stay in this room any longer, although she wanted to go up and see how the hole in the troll's chest was caused, but given the stench of the place, her curiosity was eventually overwhelmed by her body's instincts and chose to leave.

The two of them opened the door on the other side of the room almost as if they were running away, and then quickly closed the door as soon as they entered.

It wasn't until the door behind him closed tightly that the almost desperate stench in the air dissipated and vanished.

The two of them, looking like they had survived the catastrophe, gasped with their backs against the door panel.

After a long while, the two of them recovered, and only then did they have time to look at the room in front of them.

There was nothing terrible here, just a table with seven bottles of different shapes lined up.

"Okay, what are we going to do this time?"

The two of them walked towards the table in confusion.

At that moment, a burst of flame suddenly rose from behind them, sealing the doorway. The flame was unusual; At the same time, black flames burst out from the doorway leading to the front. They were trapped in the middle.

The two of them didn't seem too surprised by the sudden change, and watched as it all happened with a look of 'we're used to it'.

"Look, there's a piece of paper here, maybe it's going to tell us what to do. Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment that had been placed next to the bottle.

Penelope stood beside her and read with her:

"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. Second ......"

Hermione let out a long sigh as she read the contents of the paper, and a smile appeared on her face, a smile that was in her hands.

"Wonderful!" said Hermione, "it's not magic—it's logic—it's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards have no ability to reason logically, and they are trapped here forever. ”

"Looks like our little genius already has a way!" Penelope said with a smile as he looked at her.

"Of course!" said Hermione, looking up, "it's not bothering me, all we need to know is written on this piece of paper." Three of the seven bottles were poison, two were wine, only one would allow us to pass safely through the black flames, and the other would send us back through the purple flames. ”

"Then it's up to you this time!" said Penelope, laughing, she wasn't good at it, and- she had to give her sister a chance to show herself.

"Give me a minute. ”

Hermione was confident, and she read the page several more times. Thinking in my head, I walked up and down in front of the row of bottles, muttering to myself as I pointed to this or that bottle.

Finally, not a minute has come. She clapped her hands happily.

"Got it," Hermione said as she jumped up, "this smallest bottle will help us get through the black flames - to the Philosopher's Stone." ”

Penelope looked at the inconspicuous little bottle.

"Is that it?" said Penelope, picking up the bottle, "It seems to have enough for one of us." ”

"Senior sister, I'll leave it to you to finish it next. Hermione took the initiative to let it go and said, "My magic skills are far inferior to my senior sister, if I am allowed to go, it will be bad if I fail." ”

"This ......," Penelope pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, but don't worry, Senior Sister will definitely defeat that hateful enemy!"

"Well, I believe Senior Sister!" Hermione said, nodding.

Reaching for the cork, Penelope gestured to drink the bottle.

At this moment, the movement of her hand suddenly stopped.

"Wait—the smell is—I remember!" she abruptly lowered the vial in her hand, then pulled out a black magic bag under Hermione's quizzeful eyes.

"I remember the teacher gave me a bunch of potions three weeks ago for me to identify, and the smell just now - you can't be wrong, right here!" Penelope reached in and fumbled for a while, then pulled out a round bottle.

"That's it, the same smell!" Penelope uncorked the bottle, and suddenly a smell of the same smell emanating from the liquid in the small bottle before wafted away.

Hermione leaned in and sniffed.

"It's really the same!"

"That way, we can go through together. Penelope smiled and took out two cups, handed one to Hermione, and used his wand to lure the potion from the bottle into both cups.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then raised their heads and drank it down.

When the potion was entered, a cool sensation suddenly swam through the whole body.

"It's so cool. Hermione put down her glass and said, "Is that okay?"

"Don't worry, you can do it. Penelope put away the bottle on the table, and beckoned Hermione to walk towards the black flames.

"The black flame, it should be the calendar fire in the book, right?" Penelope took a deep breath, then looked back at Hermione and said, "How's it going, are you ready?"

"Hmm!" Hermione nodded, and the two of them stepped into the fire in front of them without hesitation. (To be continued.) )