By the time they returned to the dorm, Stewart and Terry had already gotten up and were about to leave the house to find Professor Flitwick. Seeing Ike come back, one of them threw a pillow over and lay back on the bed.

The quilt was covered and he fell asleep ruthlessly.

Ike waved his hand to stop the two pillows, shrugged his shoulders as Stewart and the two moved neatly, carefully placing the pillows back in their place.

Skillfully firing a stun spell, it was almost ten o'clock when Ike woke up again.

There were no classes in the morning on Friday, and one more herbal medicine class in the afternoon was the end of the entire first grade. Starting next Monday, it's the final exams.

Exams take a full week, and every subject at Hogwarts is taught twice a week, just the first time for theory and the second for practice.

The first test was Potions, and Professor Snape didn't bother the young wizards too much, except for a hundred fill-in-the-blank questions, a hundred true/false questions, and three essay questions, asking for detailed steps for making scabies potions, healing potions, and cold potions.

It's not that difficult, but there are too many things to write. Ike saw that some young wizards began to sweat and tremble the moment they received the test questions.

Kindness...... It's Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley.

Ike scans the questions from beginning to end, and it's really not difficult, it's all Snape talked about in class. Picking up a special anti-cheat quill, Ike quickly answered from the beginning to the end.

"Rustling ......"

"Rustling ......"

The sound of a quill swiping quickly across the parchment resounded almost simultaneously in the examination room, and then they joined together. Ike was distracted, ignoring Snape, who was floating around like a ghost in the classroom, and quickly finished answering.

The afternoon history of magic was even simpler, for so many years, Professor Binns's exam had to write down the course of a historical event, and these were all in that thick "History of Magic", and it was not difficult for Ike.

Even though he couldn't memorize an entire book like Hermione did, he could still memorize it where Professor Binns had taught.

The Charms, Transfiguration, Herbs, and Defence Against the Dark Arts theory exams are similar to those in Potions, except that there aren't as many questions, and it's not difficult for those who listen carefully to get a perfect score.

What is really hard is practice.

Professor Flitwick asks the young wizards to try to make a pineapple tap dance across a desk, Professor McGonagall turns a mouse into a snuff box, and Professor Sprout asks the students to handle the fresh, which is basically a hand-as-you-can-do exam.

Potions class was a bit of a hassle, with the ability to brew the Forgetting Potion on its own, and the pressure from Snape. Many young wizards, especially the little lions, made mistakes of one magnita or another under this pressure, and whenever this happened, Snape would let out a sneer and swipe hard at the same time as he picked up the quill and swiped it hard in his notebook.

Then, unsurprisingly, the person who was scratched made a mistake again, until he broke down and cried.

Ike was unmoved, and did a good job of making the Oblivion Potion, and if nothing else, it was another O.

Stretching out of the Potions classroom and back in the common room, the eaglets were finally relieved after almost a month of nervousness. Stewart and Michael complained about Snape's nastyness, while Anthony, Morag and Mandy were estimating their results.

Ike sat in his old seat, summoning the sealed cockroach pile, squinting his eyes to feel the pleasure of bursting, which was very pleasant.

Unfortunately, happy times are always short-lived, and as soon as five or six of them were eaten, an owl fell in front of Ike through the window of the lounge.

Removing the note tied to the owl's feet, opening it and looking at it, Ike stood up directly. Walked up to Stewart, who was complaining, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and whispered in Stewart's somewhat surprised gaze: "An hour." ”

Then, go straight to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor of the castle.

Quirrell had been waiting for a while in front of the wooden door, and when he saw Ike arrive, he didn't say much, and his wand pointed at the door lock and waved it over, and the wooden door opened.

The three-headed dog behind the door, Lu Wei, looked at the two people in front of him fiercely, let out a low warning sound, the three mouths slowly grinned, and the saliva kept falling to the ground.

Unhurried, Quirrell pulled out a small harp from his robes, and the harp began to play automatically with one finger of his wand. When Lu Wei heard the music, his eyelids drooped unconsciously, and after a while, he lay down and snored.

"Three-headed dog, a very fierce and cruel creature." Quirrell put the harp aside and kicked the sleeping Lou Wei as he said, "It has an amazing bite and toxins in its saliva, so it's troublesome to be bitten." ”

"I've been dealing with him for a long time, and I've finally learned his weakness from that stupid half-blood giant."

"Actually, I should have thought of the legend that Orpheus of ancient Greece, in order to bring his dead wife Eurdicus back from the underworld, entered the underworld, and used his harp to play a beautiful sound to put the three-headed dog Cerberus to sleep, so that he was able to get out of the underworld...... Quirrell sighed, "I forgot this! ”

"It's normal, we always ignore the obvious." Ike opened the trapdoor panel guarded by Lou Wei and threw a soft white light into his hand, seeing the wriggling vines below.

"Professor, there's something down there!" Ike said.

"Of course." Quirrell leaned over and looked, "Dumbledore has each of us set up a level to protect the Philosopher's Stone, which is supposed to be Sprout's setup. ”

"You can't see clearly from such a distance, just jump down." Quirrell jumped down as he spoke, and Ike moved his left hand and jumped down with him.

The two of them were caught by the soft and resilient vines, but then they felt the vines wrap around their bodies and slowly tightened.

"Devil's Web?" "It's not a tough thing to deal with. ”

"Of course, bright light and fire are their natural enemies." Quirrell raised his right hand, "Fluorescent flickering!" ”

Large, bright, dazzling eyeballs appeared at the tip of the staff, and the devil's net receded as quickly as expected. Ike put a shock-absorbing charm on the two of them at the right time, and landed on the ground safely.

Quirrell put away the Lighting Charm, straightened his clothes a little, and said to Ike, "Pretty Shock Absorbing Charm, Mr. Strade. ”

Ike smiled and didn't speak, Quirrell looked at Ike with a smile on his face, didn't say more, and walked deeper into the stone corridor.

After a while, the two of them came to the second level.

Hundreds of winged keys were flying in the sky, and there were several broomsticks next to them, all of which were old models and very worn.

"It's all petrified!" Quirrell waved his wand, but the keys to the sky didn't seem to be affected at all, and they still flew unhurriedly. Another Freezing Spell, still useless.

"It seems that this is Flitwick's masterpiece, these keys are released by magic, and the control spells don't work." Quirrell put away his wand and turned to look at Ike, "Mr. Stred, we need to get on our broomsticks and grab the key to open the door, how did you do in your flying lessons?" ”

"It's bad, Professor." Ike shrugged, "Mrs. Hooch said that I could only barely get an A in my flying class, and I'm glad I won't have that class next year." ”

"Then it's just me." Quirrell picked up a broom that looked better, rolled over and rode on, and with a little force on his feet, flew headlong into the flying key.

It was unknown what kind of magic Professor Flitwick had cast on the keys, but as soon as Quirrell flew up, they spun wildly, besieging Quirrell like a tornado.

It didn't hurt, but there were so many keys that Quirrell was embarrassed.

Quirrell grabbed a broom in one hand and a turban in the other, searching for the right key. In a few moments, Quirrell found a large antique silver key, and his instincts told him it was the right one.

As if sensing that he had been discovered, the Silver Key moved quickly to dodge Quirrell's first attack. Seeing this, Quirrell was sure that he had found his target, and no matter how much it hurt if he was hit on his body, he plunged headlong into the group of keys.

Ike looked up at Quirrell who was surrounded, and showed an anxious look at the right time. After a while, Quirrell swooped down, holding the key in his hand, jumped directly from the broom when he was close to the ground, ran to the wooden door in three or two steps, roughly inserted the key into the keyhole, twisted it to the right, and opened the wooden door

"Come in! Ike! Quirrell slid through the door and hurriedly greeted Ike. Ike also took two quick steps, pulled the key from the door, threw it into the group of keys that came from behind him, and ran into the door, and Quirrell closed the door behind him.

There was a "bang-bang" sound, and the wooden door finally stopped shaking.

"Heal as ever!" Quirrell cast a healing spell on his arms and face, the wound cut by the key visibly healed, and with another cleansing spell, there was no blood.

Only then did he draw attention to the rows of huge statues in the darkness.

"Plop, pounce, pounce" accompanied by a continuous sound, one torch after another, illuminating the whole room, only to realize that those statues are chess pieces.

"Wizard chess? It seems to be McGonagall's handiwork. Quirrell smiled and stretched out his wand, turning to Ike and saying, "Mr. Stred, I don't think we need to follow the rules at this level......

"How's your smashing charm?"

"Broken bones!" As soon as Quirrell finished speaking, he saw one of the pieces being smashed to pieces, and the other pieces turned around in unison, drew their weapons, and moved towards the two of them.

"It should be fine." Ike shrugged, "At least it's okay to deal with that." ”

"That's going to be easy." Quirrell nodded, and together with Ike, cleared all the pieces on the board, and made it to the door of the next level.

As soon as he opened the door, Ike smelled a familiar stench, and then saw a troll looking stupidly.

Two cutting spells passed, directly cutting off half of the troll's neck. The troll took two more steps forward before falling limply to the ground, and after a loud bang, Ike felt that the stench in the room was even worse.

He followed Quirrell to the next room, where purple flames rose as soon as he entered the door. At the same time, black flames erupted from the doorway leading to the front.

"A variant of the fire?" Quirrell walked over to the black flames, recognized it, and whispered. Ike went to the table in the middle of the room, picked up the parchment and read it silently, and then looked at the seven bottles of different shapes on the table.

"Looks like Professor Snape laid this out." Ike said.

"Hey~hey~hey~ Snape? What a nostalgic name......" Comrade Fu, who had always been quiet, suddenly said, "However, we don't need them......"

"Come here, come forward...... I'll teach you a little spell: the fire control charm, which can easily pass the fire barrier here, what kind of logical reasoning game should we not play here......"

Ike quickly learned the spell, pointing his wand at the flames in front of him, reciting the incantation, and the black flames parted in the middle, revealing a gap for two people side by side.

"Hey~hey~hey~, it's good...... Very good......" Voldemort complimented and then went silent again. Quirrell headed through the gap, and Ike followed, holding the spell.

The last room was brightly lit, except for a mirror in the center. Quirrell was standing in front of the mirror, his hand groping around the mirror like a monkey.

"It's right here! It's here! Voldemort's voice was quick, "I can feel it, it's here!" Get it! Get it! ”

Quirrell didn't say anything, one hand groped around in the mirror, the other kept rummaging through his pockets, and for a while he was busy with nothing. At this time, he realized that the top of this magnificent mirror with a golden border was engraved with a line of words:

"Eris Stella Ohru Ait-Ubi Kafru Ait-Ang Wochs"

Quirrell lowered his hands, stared at the line of writing, and muttered:

"Mirror of Eris ......"