In the small glass bottle, a shallow layer of potion swayed, reflecting a colorful light, and it looked like it was only enough for one sip.

Just enough for one bite!

Hermione reacted immediately, and looked at the mouth of the bottle again, and found that the cork had indeed been moved.

"You didn't look at the puzzle, and directly based on the state of the bottle, you guessed which bottle was a potion that passed through the flame?!"

Clark nodded, "Of course, since someone passed here one step ahead of us, then he naturally drank the correct potion first, so all he needs to do is find the bottle that has been passed." ”

"But I'm afraid it's enough for one man," said Harry, "and we don't even have a sip, but there are three of us." ”

"Yes, only one of the three of us can move on, and the rest will either go back or stay here."

"Let me go," Harry squirmed, looking very brave.

Clarke, however, looked at Hermione, "Which bottle can make people go back through the purple flames?" ”

Hermione looked at the parchment roll in her hand and thought for a moment.

"It's supposed to be this bottle." She pointed to the round bottle on the far right.

"You drank it!" Clark looked at Harry, and without waiting for him to object, he persuaded, "Don't worry, you listen to me first, among the three, I am the strongest, right?" If you want to face Snape, I should go. ”

"But ......"

"You've got more important things to do, Harry, we've got the best flying skills for you, I need you to go back, get the broomstick in the key room, and go through the trapdoor and Lou Wei to report to the professor and have them stop Snape."

Harry's face was full of confusion, but what Clark said was also reasonable, among the three people, it was indeed him who flew the best, and if he let these two guys fly, he was afraid that he would be sent into Lou Wei's mouth.

Clark picked up the potion and shoved it into Harry's hand.

Under the gaze of the two, Harry only felt that his body was full of burdens, and he couldn't help but nod.

"Clarke, be careful, wait for me to come back!"

After saying that, he drank the potion into his stomach in one go, and his whole body was excited.

"It's not poison, is it?" Hermione asked worriedly, honestly she wasn't sure if she was right.

"No, but it's like ice, and it's bitterly cold."

"You go first, maybe it won't work in a moment." Clark told him.

"Good luck to you...... Be careful. ”

"Well, let's go!"

Harry turned, without looking back, through the purple wall of flames.

"Alright, it's time for us to see next."

……

This potion is indeed like ice, cold, more enjoyable than the fast-freezing Sprite, reaching the human stomach and penetrating the whole body in an instant.

However, this is the only effect that can pass through the black wall of flames without losing a single bit.

Clark had feared that the flames were fierce, after all, Snape had also known the powerful flame spell.

But on second thought, if Snape had the ability to research potions that could resist the fire, he would have left Hogwarts and stood on his own.

And now it seems that this black flame is indeed not a fierce fire, it should be the flame of a special potion.

That's right, a flame lit with a potion similar to fire oil, which is more powerful than normal flames and has strong adhesion.

At least Clark saw that the potion splattered from the trench and dripped on the ground, and immediately a fire ignited, burning a hole in the masonry.

Fortunately, there was also the passage potion that Snape had left behind.

When you pass through the wall of fire and go to the other side, you enter the last room.

The room is illuminated by a soft golden light, but you can't see anywhere that resembles a torch-like light source, as if the light is coming out of the void.

Around the room, the white stone walls were inlaid with large blocks of marble, cascading on top of each other down to the vault overhead.

Beneath his feet was the same white marble floor, and in the center, there stood an intricate and ornate golden frame, in which there was an entrance leading to another room with golden light, and the door of that room was also burning with black flames.

The reflection of this mirror is so perfect that no matter what angle you look at, you will subconsciously think that this is an entrance to another room, not just a mirror image.

But at this moment, there was already a man standing in front of the mirror, he was dressed in a floor-mopping robe, but at a glance it was clear that this mysterious fellow was not Snape, because he was wearing a large, scarf-coiled hat, and he looked ridiculous.

It's Chino!

As if hearing movement behind him, Quirrell also turned around, and when he saw the visitor, a strange smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, his face did not twitch at all, and his whole temperament suddenly changed greatly, looking shrewd and scheming.

"I was wondering if I'd meet Harry Potter here, or the first-year genius wizard Clark Prewit."

Quirrell's voice was cold and arrogant, "I didn't expect it to be you, Hermione Granger, the second smartest little wizard in the first year, what a surprising situation." ”

Yes, it was none other than Hermione Granger standing in front of Quirrell.

It was she, drinking the potion, standing in front of Quirrell through the black wall of flames.

Looking at the big boss of the final level in front of her, Hermione's mind reappeared what Clark said to her on the other side of the flame just now.

"I was in the Forbidden Forest before, and I had a face-to-face with Quirrell and the mysterious person, and I hit him hard, if I go in at this time, I am afraid that new and old hatreds will come up together, and I will not be able to hold on to obtaining the Philosopher's Stone."

"No wonder you broke away from Harry in the first place, you need me to drink the potion to deal with Quirrell, right?"

"Of course, if Harry was here, he wouldn't let you go. But don't worry, I'm sure Quirrell won't be able to get rid of Professor Dumbledore's test. So until you get the Philosopher's Stone, you're safe.

And whether you get the Philosopher's Stone or not, in five minutes, I'll rush in, and trust me, I'm not going to let you get hurt in the slightest. ”

"I believe in you! But how do I get the Philosopher's Stone? ”

"Believe in yourself!"

"Isn't it strange to you, standing here, why not Snape." Looking at the sluggish Hermione, Quirrell smiled a little smugly.

The laughter was not his usual high-pitched, timid trill, but a creepy sneer.

"No!"

Hermione, who came back to her senses, calmly retorted: "I guessed a long time ago that it was you who were going to steal the Philosopher's Stone." To be honest, your disguise is not clever at all. ”

"Oh~Really?"

Quirrell looked incredulous.