Chapter 46: Through the Flames

Hermione immediately clapped her hands, "That's how it should be, the last level is Dumbledore's protection, and it is also the biggest protection of the Philosopher's Stone." Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info this level is the most crucial, and it is difficult to pass. We can wait here, maybe Snape won't get the Philosopher's Stone at all. Even if he gets it, he should be exhausted, and we can wait here to grab it. ”

There was some confusion in Harry's eyes, he was almost convinced, but his eyes quickly became resolute, "It's here, I won't allow backing down, maybe it's a good idea to stay here." But Snape might bring out the Philosopher's Stone from another passage, or even Voldemort inside, and he would recover from it. ”

Hermione looked at Harry's stubbornness with some anger, she waved her fists and shouted, "If Voldemort is inside, how dare you go in, and why do you stop him?"

Harry had a look of frustration on his face, he knew his reasons were not convincing, "I defeated Voldemort once, didn't I? ”

He then pointed to the scar on his forehead, "I can feel it burning my body, burning my soul, and I can't let myself back down. I can't give up, that means throwing in the towel, and I'm going to live in the horror of Voldemort and lose everything. Harry's voice was choked.

Hermione's lips trembled, trying to keep trying to persuade Harry. But looking at the poor and fragile body in front of her, but wanting to take on the whole world, she couldn't put her persuasion into words, but just asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"Yes, no. Harry was a little incoherent, "I mean I can handle it, I'm not going to give in, but honestly, it hurts. ”

Seeing Harry's situation, everyone was silent for a while.

Harry wanted to face his fears and overcome his nightmares, and no matter how much they didn't want him to keep going, no one could stop him.

"I'm waiting for a few minutes, I'm trying to clear the flames. By the time Harry and the others were talking, George was already standing in front of the flames, observing the flames intently, looking through the information in his memories for a way to clear the flames.

Hermione stared at Harry with excitement in her eyes and anticipation, "Wait a few minutes." ”

"Okay, but I can't afford to delay long, I can feel the pain of the scar getting worse. Harry set his sights on George, believing that his strength would eventually be able to lift the flames, but it would take time, and they were running out of time.

After a few moments, George had words in his mouth, and he waved his wand, the flames fluctuating violently in front of him. Sometimes it is strong and sometimes it is weak, it is stretched, it is shrunk, it is torn apart, it is closed, but in the end it all recovers. Hermione and Ron also stepped up, pulling out their wands and attacking the flames in front of them.

"What's the bottle that can get people back?" Harry asked suddenly.

Hermione turned her head, not knowing why, but immediately replied, "The round bottle on the far right." ”

"Hermione, you drink that bottle. Harry didn't wait for Hermione to speak, and then rushed to say, "Don't interject, listen to me, you go back and get a broom from the room where the keys are flying." It can carry you through the trapdoor and dodge Lowe. You then go straight to the owl's hut and ask my Hedwig to send a message to Dumbledore so that he can support us. ”

Hermione was reluctant to leave on her own, and immediately asked, "What about you?"

"I can't wait, I have to get through the flames right away, I can hold Snape down. I know I'm definitely no match for him. But I can lure him over, and George and Ron will help me. It took Harry a while to think of a reason to convince everyone.

Hermione turned her head and looked at George expectantly, "George, can you clear this flame?"

"It will take a little time, the flame is not born out of thin air, but with the special environment here, with the support of the magic array, otherwise I would have cleared it a long time ago. George was also a little helpless, a spell would certainly not be able to stop him, but in front of a trap laid out, he was helpless for a while.

Harry didn't want to be delayed, he was afraid, both of Snape and Voldemort in front of him, and of his companions who followed him into the Chamber of Secrets and died at Voldemort's hands. The burning scar on his forehead reminded him of the strength of his opponent, and he suddenly wanted to go forward alone, and he felt scared.

He is very brave, he is brave to move forward, brave to the opponent. It didn't matter if it was Snape or Voldemort in front of him, he wouldn't give in to them. He can be defeated, he can be killed, but he won't be defeated, he won't throw in the towel, just like his parents.

Harry walked straight to the table and picked up the smallest of the bottles, he drank the liquid from the bottle in one gulp, "I'm coming. ”

Like ice, a chill permeated his whole body, and he felt like he was back in time before he was eleven. He was lonely in the cupboard, cold and hungry, in darkness, and there was no sound around him. Time stretches out every moment. But he's a little different now, he's no longer afraid. He lowered the bottle in his hand and passed past George and Ron, and he watched coldly as the black flames climbed up his body, not feeling the slightest heat.

"Harry, you have to come back. Behind her came Hermione's shout.

Harry was surrounded by a black flame, and he watched as the flames consumed him, but he was unconscious, unable to see anything. Until there was a feeling of weightlessness in his body, he came to the other side and entered another room.

There was a man in it, not Snape, not Voldemort.

It's Quirrell.

"Is that you?" said Harry, stunned, and even breathing became difficult. Although George had warned that Quirrell was not reliable, and that it could be Quirrell who stole the Philosopher's Stone. But Harry, who had always regarded Snape and even Voldemort as imaginary enemies, did not know how to deal with it at this time.

Quirrell's eyes narrowed, his face full of smugness, not at all timid and cautious, "Of course it's me." His voice began to grow cold, "I'm still wondering if you're going to show up and see you out of nowhere, Potter." ”

"But what about Snape?" Harry looked around, still not believing that Snape wasn't here.

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed again, his laughter still cold, "as it seems, Snape is like a demon, like a giant bat roaming in the middle of the night, and he brings fear wherever he goes. And that's exactly what we need, as long as he's there, everyone will be on guard against him. Who cares, poor stammering Professor Quirrell?"