They pulled open the next door. Unlike the bells and whistles of other trials, this one has only one table with seven bottles of different shapes side by side.

As soon as the two of them walked in, a flame rose behind them, sealing the entrance. This flame is different, it is purple. At the same time, black flames erupted from the exit to the next location.

"That's a hint," Hermione picked up a roll of parchment on the table, and Harry leaned in.

Flip through the paper roll:

Danger is ahead, safety is behind

Two of us can help you

Drink them down, and one will lead you forward

The other sends you back to where you came from

Two more are nettle wines

The other three are killers

Take your pick

.......

The following are all hints. But it wasn't like a magic test, it was more like a riddle.

"It's a logical reasoning question, and many wizards don't have the skills to reason logically." Hermione's tone was proud

"You're right, I didn't," Harry spread his hands

"Just leave it to me, give me a minute," Hermione confidently punched the ticket. She read the prompts a few more times, then paced back and forth in front of the table. He muttered to himself, and his fingers twitched back and forth. Finally, she slapped the table

"Got it!" Hermione picked up the smallest bottle "This one will help us pass through the black flames" and she picked up the round bottle on the far right, "This one will allow people to pass through the purple flames"

Harry immediately looked at the small bottle, "It's too little, it's less than a sip, and you can only drink it alone"

Hearing this, Hermione was about to speak when he interrupted her

"You go back. - Don't be too busy vetoing, listen to me. Harry paused, as if in the form of a speech, "It's almost time for Ron to wake up, you find him." There's a broomstick outside, so you fly straight out, go to the owl's shack and send a message to Dumbledore, and then go to the headmaster's office to find Ivy to help me, and I'll go in first to stall for time. ”

"But Harry, what if Quirrell is with the Mystery? You're going to die! Hermione was worried about his safety

"I've escaped once before, remember~" Harry pointed to the scar on his forehead, "Maybe this time I can turn evil into good fortune"

Hermione pursed her lips and didn't speak, just stepped forward and hugged him fiercely, "Harry- you know, you're a great wizard. ”

"I'm not as good as you," Harry was embarrassed

"I'm just a dead reader, plus a little cleverness." Hermione smiled indifferently

Harry laughed along

"Be careful! Harry"

"Yes!"

With that, Hermione picked up the round bottle and drank it down, then quickly retreated from the room. She had to hurry, a minute early to get back, and Harry would have a little more hope of survival.

Principal's Office

Fox's nirvana has begun. Fawkes, who had eaten and drunk, was standing on the shelf to recuperate, when orange flames suddenly erupted around him. In an instant, the whole bird was burned to ashes.

"What if I water it at this time?" Ivy thought to himself as he stared at the small pile of ashes, waiting for Fawkes to be reborn.

A moment later, under his gaze, the ash pile spread out slightly, and an ugly chick emerged. The gray body, the raised hair sac, and the red feather on the head swaying slightly, are not as good as the chicks.

"Fawkes, you were so ugly when you were a kid" Ivey looked disgusted

"Twss

"Oh ~ yes yes - feed feed feed"

He set up the pan again, ready to make a honey steak for Fawkes to replenish himself.

"What are you going to do?" At this moment, an elegant female voice came from above

"Who!" The sudden sound startled him

Ivy looked up. In the portrait at the top, a beautiful lady is looking at him. The appearance is very nice, but the temperament is very similar to Betty, and the voice is as cold.

"Hello, beautiful lady. Excuse me—" Ivy spoke carefully, knowing that most of the portraits in the room were of former headmasters.

"I'm the sixth Headmaster of Hogwarts," the lady said lightly

"It is a great pleasure to meet you, noble lady"

"What are you going to do?" She asked again

"It was Headmaster Dumbledore who asked me to take care of Fawkes for him, and I was preparing to cook a big meal for him." Ivy gestured with his shovel raised

"Do you know what phoenix chicks eat?"

"Meat?" Ivy replied uncertainly

As soon as these words came out, the lady stared at him for a long time, and looked at him all hair.

"Could it be a bug?"

"Just feed the baby a little bit of magical energy, and wait for it to grow a little before you can eat other food." The lady sighed

"Uh-thank you, Principal"

Ivey was a little embarrassed. To lighten the mood, he walked up to Little Fox and held out a finger from which the magic extended. The young bird sensed the energy and chirped excitedly, it opened its mouth, and the void pecked. Ivey then noticed that the magic was slowly flowing into Fawkes's beak.

After sucking Ivey's magic, the gray on the young bird's body began to fade, transforming into a flame-like pattern.

"It's quite edible" After eating and drinking, Ivy helped it smooth its fur and teased.

"You're from House Shafiq?" The lady chatted with him

"Greetings to Ivy Shafiq, Dear Madam," he saluted towards the portrait

"Not quite like that~" the lady said with a smile

"Not quite like that?" Ivy touched his handsome face suspiciously, "Do you have any characteristics of our family?" ”

"Not physically. Shafiq is not a nice guy to work with."

“...？” Ivy didn't understand

"Someone is looking for you" Seeing his confusion, the lady didn't explain. She glanced out the window and reminded

"Knock knock knock - Ive! Ivy! Talk back! Hermione's anxious cries could be heard outside the window

Ivy hurried to the window

"Hermione? Ron? How do you guy-"

"Come with us! No time! What about Betty? Hermione handed him a broomstick

"Betty didn't come," Ivey took the broom

"Didn't come! - Forget it, come with us, Harry is in danger. Hermione was eager

"Okay, ma'am, I'm so sorry I need to leave, and it was a pleasure to talk to you." After saying goodbye to the lady, Ivy got on her broom and flew out the window.

————

Here, Harry finished the potion and went straight through the flames. Smoothly made it to the last room, where a figure was standing.

"Looks like you didn't get the Philosopher's Stone. Is that right, Professor Quirrell" Harry looked at his back, breaking the silence of the room.

"You know it's me?" Quirrell looked surprised

"You did a great job. But it's because it's so good that people are suspicious. At least Professor Snape has been on your guard. Harry scoffed

"Snape? Hmph——! Quirrell snorted and turned around, "I thought his villain appearance would help me distract me." ”

"You're right. At first, I was really skeptical of him. Harry wished he could have talked to him more, "but it's your own fault."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Don't you think- as a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, your performance is too cheap? The students in the slightly higher grades are not afraid of trolls, and you are a teacher who is scared like that. Harry tried to lengthen the conversation to buy some time.

"Speaking of which, it's a bit of a pity. Not only did the trolls not kill you, but even the gift I had prepared for Snape didn't work. Quirrell looked hideous, "But it's okay, it's going to be over soon." Potter, just stay there and enjoy the last few minutes of your life. When I get the Philosopher's Stone, I'll send you to your parents. ”

Quirrell snapped his fingers. Several ropes appeared out of thin air, wrapping Harry into a strong one. Then he turned around and went back to studying the mirror.

It was only then that Harry noticed the Mirror of Eris behind Quirrell.

"This mirror is the key, let me see how I should get it." Quirrell muttered to himself

Seeing him move, Harian couldn't bear it. He must stop Quirrell from getting the Philosopher's Stone

"I thought Voldemort would be with you. How - without the blood of a unicorn, he can't even walk? Harry gloated

It worked. Quirrell turned around with a calm face, "Do you really want to see him~" Then, he suddenly laughed darkly, "Don't worry, I will definitely meet your requirements before I die, and the master also wants to witness you being killed." ”

After speaking, he turned back to the magic mirror, "I can see myself holding the Philosopher's Stone, but what's the use of that?" How can I take it out-"

"Idiot! Take advantage of that boy"

Harry was horrified to find another voice coming from Quirrell.

"Potter——! Come here! Quirrell yelled at Harry

"Tie up, I can't go" Harry stood still

Quirrell clapped his hands, and the rope that bound Harry loosened.

"Come on here!" Quirrell urged, "Look in this mirror and tell me what you see." ”

Harry walked over to the mirror. Looking at himself in the mirror, his face was pale and frightened at first, just like his own look. But after a while, a smile appeared. Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, winked at him, and then put the stone back in his pocket - just then, Harry felt something slip into his pocket.

He reached out and touched it, the irregular shape was the Philosopher's Stone. It's unbelievable - he actually got the Philosopher's Stone just like that!

"What do you see?" Quirrell asked impatiently

"My parents, they were there for me. And the rest of our family," Harry recounted the scene he had seen for the first time

"Hmph~ I can almost imagine" Quirrell still believed this statement.

"Go away! Useless guy," Quirrell shoved him away roughly

Harry, who was pushed aside, stared at Quirrell as he slowly backed away towards the exit.

"He's lying! I feel the Philosopher's Stone! The shrill voice sounded again

And Harizar ran to the door. Quirrell snapped his fingers again, and poor Harry was tied up and slung to the door.

"Tell me the truth! Porter! Quirrell leaned in front of his face, his eyes bloodshot as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Let me talk to him," the voice was again