Harry quickly passed the remaining four squares, waved his hand with his back to the little witch, and plunged his head into the portal that emerged without looking back.

"Harry......" Hermione murmured softly, praying that the next time the three of them met, they would be well.

Alone in the seemingly endless sea of sand, the little witch was inexplicably nervous in her heart, and looked left and right uneasily.

This look really reveals something that I just overlooked.

There was a light gray-black mark on the sand not far from her, and there was a countdown before clearing the level, and the two didn't pay much attention to it, just as part of the background.

But when the high-speed mind was soothed, the little witch always felt that the corner of her clothes next to the trace was a little familiar, and she must have seen it somewhere.

Ernie? Bill? Snape......

No, no, neither.

The material of this robe was obviously different from the standard wizard's robe of the young wizard, and Hermione thought about the clothes of the familiar professor one by one, but found nothing.

It couldn't have been Hagrid, who had never taken off that coat since they met.

Who is it? I felt like the name was about to come out, but I couldn't remember it.

Adult wizard, professor, and associated with the Philosopher's Stone......

The little witch pondered for a moment, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

As if to find some clues, Hermione's little nose closed cutely, gently sniffing the smell flying in the air.

Sniffing and sniffing, the girl's brow furrowed slightly, this unspeakable rancid smell......

It's Professor Quirrell!

But why are his clothes here?

Is it guarding the Philosopher's Stone?

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, thinking that Quirrell may have been poisoned by thieves, the more Hermione looks at the marks on the ground, the more panicked she becomes.

The mark on the ground seemed to be paved in the shape of a human.

Thinking of some terrible guess, the little witch covered her mouth and snorted, and subconsciously took a step back.

Suddenly, great fear came over me, and when I looked down, I saw that I had unconsciously withdrawn from the range of the lattice, just like the trace, and had left the edge of the lattice.

No, I don't want to be like that!

The little witch shouted unwillingly in her heart, but she could only watch as the air around her twisted, as if she was going to drain all the water nearby in the next second, so that there would be traces of a human figure here again.

I wonder if I will have a piece of clothing left......

Feeling the moisture in her body begin to disappear, the thought popped into Hermione's mind for some reason.

This made the little witch a little distressed, and they all said that people will experience all the pictures of their lives before they die, why is there such a foolish question in their minds?

I wonder if Aini would laugh at me if he knew, and Harry, if he came back here, would he still be able to recognize himself?

Mom and Dad would be sad, I knew that I would have stayed with them and went to school, but she really longed for the wizarding world.

Hermione's mind drifted up and down, completely oblivious to the changes around her.

"Ahem."

The sudden cough startled the little witch who had sunk into all kinds of thoughts, and then she felt that the tone was very familiar, and quickly looked up in the direction from which the voice came.

"Aini?" Hermione shouted in surprise and ran towards him.

"Huh? I'm not dead! When she came to Ani, the little witch groped for her body with hindsight, and when she was sure that the parts were complete, Fang glanced back with fear.

Only to find that the yellow sand had disappeared from the sky, and what came into view was just an ordinary room, and the old portal was no different from the ones they had passed through before.

It was as if everything that had happened here before was her hallucination.

No, there is still something left.

The ashes that Quirrell seemed to have turned into lay quietly on the ground with the corners of their clothes, telling the little witch that their story was true.

"W-what's going on?" Standing beside Aini, feeling like she had returned to the familiar and safe Hogwarts from the adventure of life and death, Hermione's courage disappeared like a bubble with the illusion, and she stammered to Ennie.

"You don't really think that professors set up checkpoints with the intention of killing students." Although it was a rhetorical question, Aini's tone was extraordinarily gentle, and she gently rubbed the little witch's hair, which had become more messy.

This made Hermione, who had been in an extremely nervous mood tonight, completely relaxed, only to feel filled with endless warmth, and even made her have the idea of putting aside all her problems and going back to the dormitory to sleep beautifully.

But her own memories immediately reminded her that Ron's condition was unknown, Harry's life and death were uncertain, and it was not time to rest.

"Aini, go and save Harry, someone is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, Professor Quirrell wants to stop him, and it seems that he has also been killed." Hermione reluctantly grabbed the big warm hand above her head and shook it vigorously.

"Well, Harry is safe now." Aini glanced strangely at Quirrell's remains.

The puppy's legs weren't going to hinder its owner, but Quirrell did die at Voldemort's hands.

Tom's cursing skills were a few streets higher than Bill's, and although the lack of strength made it impossible for the Dark Lord to forcibly break their arrangement, he was able to find the holes in the level with ease.

The core of this level lies in the mutual trust and cooperation between the passers.

Not to mention whether the Dark Lord can trust others, he can't do it just by cooperating.

Because when possessing Quirrell, they were defaulted to being a single unit, and they only needed a sip of water to pass through the grid, but they couldn't carry two portions of water.

If there is only one person, it will not be possible to clear the customs normally.

And if they were separated, in Voldemort's current state, even if Quirrell carried him through the whole level, the water bottle would need to be carried by himself.

And now Tom doesn't even have the strength to pick up a water bottle.

And if Quirrell has some bad intentions that force him to harden the curse that Bill has placed with the help of the Hogwarts magic node, he may directly destroy his prosthesis.

Therefore, he chose the simplest and most certain way.

After Quirrell had reached the fourth step and had run out of water, Tom asked him to take out the box from Old Bock.

Today, it's time for him to make the 800 Galleon deal worth the money.

Quirrell hesitated to pull out the contents of the box, which was a small glass tube.

"Master, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, master." Quirrell wailed and begged Voldemort to spare him.

He sought out Voldemort, and was even willing to let this demon live on him, what he wanted was boundless power, supreme honor, and he wanted everyone who laughed at him to be impressed.

Instead of running to death at a young age, Quirrell no longer hides the resentment in his eyes, if Voldemort really sent him to death, then everyone will die together.

"Idiot, if you don't drink it, you will really die, and the curse will not kill you immediately, as long as you get the Philosopher's Stone, you can get the Philosopher's Stone that can make people immortal, and it will not be difficult to shape a perfect body for you at that time."