Hermione and Harry flew directly into the flame room on broomsticks, and the flames that sealed the entrances and exits only rose when they entered, so the girl didn't dare to come with a broomstick. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

So she had to run back to the key room to get the broom that Roger hadn't ridden.

"Run slowly, there's too much debris on the floor of the chess room... Be careful not to slip. Roger shouted at the back of the girl who was in a hurry, and then turned back to face the wall of flames.

Blinking his eyes, Roger directly stretched out his left hand and slowly passed through the purple fire, the licking of the flame was both gentle and warm, and a trace of tingling came from the palm of his hand.

It's an unexpectedly good feeling... Then just rush over it...

Roger withdrew his roasted left hand, pointed it in the direction and opened it and clasped it above his head.

He didn't believe that a demon weapon would be burned by a mere fire magic, and the main reason for holding it on his head was to protect his hair, if he was burned into a bald man by a fire...... What if you accidentally blow the earth up with one punch?

Buckle the wand into the box and clasp it with his hand to prevent it from falling, and the golden-white light inside the box forced the boy to open the third gear with his eyes closed.

After a few quick forward lunges, Roger felt the warmth twice and was about to take the box off his head......

But it was a soft cry of "ahhh

Behind the flame room was a long downward staircase, and the boy closed his eyes and didn't know it, and rolled straight to the bottom with one foot in the air......

Because it wasn't Snape who was waiting for him at the end, but Harry from Quirrell, who was not surprised, a large blob of golden-white light fell down and rolled all the way to his feet.

The Pandora's box on his head was deeply embedded in Roger's neck due to the impact, and he made sure it was on the ground for a while, and then slowly got up, and broke the box from his neck with both hands.

The golden-white light that had only shrouded Roger himself instantly filled the entire room, and everyone was shaken to close their eyes.

But as Roger closes the box......

A naked, golden, oily, steaming and meaty roasted whole man appeared next to Quirrell and Harry.

"WTF!?What the hell is this!?" Quirrell was still on guard with his wand, but when he saw this scene, he was immediately shocked and burst into a foul mouth.

The visual impact of roasting the whole person is several times stronger than that of ordinary horror movies.

The smell of the flesh that Harry smelled turned into a desire to vomit.

The first thing Roger did when he stood up was to touch his hair first: "Fortunately, fortunately...... If this is bald, I must pluck out the hair of all the teachers and students in the school......"

"Are you...... Roger?" Harry said uncertainly, looking at the human kebabs.

"Nonsense! Who else but me is so handsome?" said Roger with a smile on his chin.

But with this wipe, his chin cooled, and a strip of grease was rubbed off by him.

Roger: "......"

Pandora was not covered tightly, and the flames burned a few inches up the crack, from his lower lip down and on his body... Currently in the same color.

Coupled with his broken nose and bare barbecue, Harry could recognize him thanks to the Pandora's box he was carrying......

The villain who was left out in the cold, Professor Quirrell, felt insulted and said coldly, "And a helper, Mr. Potter? Neither of you wants to leave here alive tonight. ”

Quirrell snapped his fingers as he spoke, saying that it was too late, and then he saw a few ropes jump out of thin air, trapping Roger and Harry in a solid knot.

Harry hadn't turned the corner at this time, "Professor Quirrell, you...... Snape, however, ......"

Quirrell smiled, his face not twitching at all, and he spoke very fluently, "Snape? yes, Snape doesn't look like a good thing. With him there, who would doubt the pitiful, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

"It's time to ask questions, Potter. Wait for death, you two ......," Quirrell said, turning to take a closer look at the Mirror of Eris standing behind him.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell muttered to himself with his back to them, tapping his hand along the frames around them, "Only Dumbledore could have something like this...... But he's in London at the moment...... When he returns...... I've long since run away......"

The ropes summoned by the magic were tied tightly, and one by one they were deeply strangled into Roger's well-mastered body.

There was a good thing about the roasted body, his arm was pulled out of the rope with just a force, but the downside was that a large piece of flesh was scraped off and fell to the ground.

Roger looked at the piece of meat that belonged to him on the ground, muttered indistinctly, and as if undressing, he bent down and tossed the rope off his body from the bottom to the top.

The scorched oil on his body played a little bit of lubrication, but his body was still in tatters.

And...... There are lumps of meat in that pile of rope, which look familiar......

Roger reached under his crotch and touched it.

...... "What did you fight with those dirt guys for a long time just now?" It's all gone...... Roger felt that going out today should be a good one......

"!" Gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, Roger directly picked up the Pandora's box that Quirrell had kicked aside.

Quirrell was still staring greedily at the mirror, "I saw the Philosopher's Stone... I'm dedicating it to my master...... But where is it hidden?"

But a hoarse, deep voice came from Quirrell's body: "The boy broke free...... Kill him!"

Quirrell turned in an instant, and the tip of his wand glowed green.

The wand instantly dislodged and turned into a giant boomerang and cut sideways towards Quirrell, while Roger himself turned on the third gear and dodged to the side.

Quirrell's swift death curse instantly transformed into a talisman charm, and he swung his wand to bounce the boomerang that was slashing at him.

Interrupting Quirrell's death curse, Roger spread his palms to show that he was no longer threatening: "Are you awake, little Tom?

After an eerie silence, a hoarse roar suddenly sounded: "It's you!kill him!kill him!!"

Before Quirrell could make a move, Roger, who had been prepared, opened his mouth and spat out a handful of orange flames, sweeping towards him.

At the same time, his feet kept exploding, and he quickly picked up the boomerang that had fallen next to him and rushed towards Quirrell, whose vision was blocked.