Seeing that the three of them were a little scared, Charon comforted him, "It's okay, Ron, you can rest assured." Even if there is an accident, I will have a big deal to flip this chessboard and kill all the pieces. Believe my ability, it's just a little bit of effort, a little bit of movement! ”

Hearing Charon say this, Ron was much calmer, "Hermione, go ahead and eat that bishop." ”

Every time their pieces are captured, the white pieces are ruthless and merciless. Soon, a large number of lifeless black chess pieces fell to the wall.

On several occasions, thanks to Ron's chess skills, Charon made a decisive move, discovered Harry and Hermione in critical situations in time, and managed to save them. Charon charged across the board, taking almost as many white pieces as they had lost.

"It's almost there," Ron suddenly panicked, "let me think - let me think about ——."

The White Queen turned her featureless face to him.

"What's wrong?" Charon asked.

"I'm sorry," Ron whispered, "you might be going to be eaten." ”

"No way!" Harry and Hermione shouted at the same time.

"It's okay," Charon said calmly, "a stone doll can't do anything to me!" Command boldly! ”

Charon took a step forward, and the White Queen immediately pounced. She raised her stone arm and slammed it into Charon's head.

Charon did not resist, his left hand swiped the momentum, and his body fell over, looking as if he had been knocked down, but in fact he was unscathed.

Hermione screamed, but didn't leave her lattice.

The White Queen dragged Charon aside, and when it returned to the chessboard, Charon immediately stood up lively, "Don't be afraid, if I say it's okay, it's okay!" ”

Seeing that Charon was safe and sound, the other three were confident enough. Harry moved three squares to the left as Ron's command.

The White King took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet. They won. The white pieces bowed and retreated, making way out so that they could walk smoothly towards the door.

Ron completed his mission and sat on the ground. Charon gave him a thumbs up and motioned for him to wait. Then the three real chess pieces rushed through the door and made their way down the next hallway.

"Hermione, what do you think will happen next?" Charon asked.

"We've passed Sprout's trap, the devil's web—it's definitely Flitwick who enchanted those keys—Professor McGonagall has deformed the pieces, bringing them to life—there's Quirrell's magic down there, and Snape's ......" They came to another doorway.

Charon pushed the door open. A disgusting stench came to their nostrils, and they had to lift their clothes to cover their noses, and their eyes were smoked with tears, and through the blurred teary eyes, they saw a troll, even larger than the one they had fought before, lying motionless on the floor in front of them, unconscious, with a large bloody lump on its head, apparently dead.

"Looks like the intruder has already helped us finish this guy!" Charon sighed, not knowing if it was good news or bad news.

"Anyway, we don't have to fight this troll." Harry whispered. They cautiously straddled the troll's thick legs. "Let's go, I'm out of breath."

When Charon saw that the troll had hung up, the idea of embezzlement was born. He told Harry and the three of them to go first, leaving him to dispose of the troll corpses.

Harry and the others didn't know why, and they didn't know what Charon wanted the corpse of the troll for, but out of trust in his friend, he left first.

Seeing that the three of them had left, Charon immediately performed "muscle ablation", and streams of miserable white death magic seeped into the troll's skin, began to dissolve it, and quickly spread. Soon the troll was transformed into a white skeleton. Charon casts a "new look", and as the magic sweeps through, the air finally becomes fresh.

Charon happily commanded his goblin skeleton to pack the bones of the troll into his bag one by one, and hurriedly went after Harry and the others.

Charon ran to the next room and saw all three waiting for him. After converging, everyone studied the content of this level, and there was nothing terrible here, except a table with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it.

"Snape's magic," Charon asked, "what should we do?"

As soon as the three of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from behind them, sealing the doorway. The flame was unusual, purple.

At the same time, black flames burst out from the doorway leading to the front. They were trapped in the middle.

"Look!" Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment that had been placed next to the bottle and read:

Danger is in sight, safety is in the rear. Two of us can help you.

Drink them down, one will lead you forward, and the other will send you back to where you came.

Two of them are filled with nettle wine. Three are killers and are waiting in line.

Choose, unless you want to be here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, however cunning the poisons may be, they are always on the left side of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are different, and neither of them will work for you if you want to move forward;

Thirdly, you will find that the bottles are of different sizes, and that there is no Grim Reaper hidden in the giants and gnomes;

Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although the appearance is different, the taste is the same.

Hermione let out a long sigh, and she actually smiled, it seemed that she was mature in her chest.

"Wonderful," said Hermione, "it's not magic—it's logical reasoning—it's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards have no ability to reason logically, and they are trapped here forever. ”

"What about us, we can't get out either, can we?"

"Of course not," said Hermione, "all we need to know is written on this piece of paper." Seven bottles: three are poisons; two are wine; One will allow us to pass safely through the black flames, and the other will send us back through the purple flames. ”

"But how do we know which one to drink?"

"Give me a minute."

Hermione read the piece of paper a few more times. She walked up and down the row of bottles, muttering to herself as she pointed to this or that bottle.

Finally, she clapped her hands happily. "Got it," she said, "this smallest bottle will help us get through the black flames - to the Philosopher's Stone." ”

Charon and Harry looked at the inconspicuous little bottle.

"There's only enough for one person to drink," he said, "and it's less than a sip." They looked at each other.

"Which bottle will make you go back through the purple flames?"

Hermione gestured to a sleek bottle on the far right.

"You and Ron drink that bottle." Charon said, "Don't interject, listen to me—grab two broomsticks from the room where the keys are flying, and they'll carry you through the trapdoor—and go straight to Dumbledore to deliver a message, we need him to help." I may be able to contain the black-robed man for the time being, but I am no match for him. ”

Hermione's lips quivered, and she suddenly rushed at Charon, her arms around him.

"Hermione! Rest assured! ”

"Charon, you must protect yourself, I will be back as soon as possible!"

With that, Hermione turned around and took a big sip from the round bottle on her right, and she shuddered.

"It's not poison, is it?"

"It's not—but it's like ice, and it's bitterly cold."

"Hurry up, let's go, it won't work in a while."

"Good luck - be careful—"

"Let's go!"

Hermione turned, straight through the purple flames. Ron hugged Harry, took a sip, and followed Hermione.

Charon then reached for the vial, and when he got it in his hand, he said to Harry, "Harry, you wait here." ”

"No!" Harry looked at Charon with a determined gaze, "I must go in too!" If you don't help me, I'll just go straight into the flames! ”

"Are you crazy?" Charon was a little stunned, "You know that you are no match for the black-robed man at all, and it will be useless to go there!" ”

"Maybe you're right," Harry was insisting, "I have a deep premonition that that Voldemort is in there, along with Snape!" I have to get in! ”

"You're crazy," Charon had no choice but to try his best to persuade again, "if that Voldemort were really inside, we would definitely not be his opponents!" Harry remained unmoved, however.

"Well, you promise me that you will listen to me, and I will do everything in my power to save your life until there is support." Charon had no choice but to compromise.

Harry smiled brightly when he saw Charon agree, "But now that I only have a bottle of potion, what should I do?" ”

Charon smiled, "The black-robed man went in without drinking the potion, although my ability is not as good as his, but this little flame is still difficult for me." With that, he unexpectedly reached out to the black flame, which startled Harry. However, when Charon retracted his hand, the skin on his hand was white and unharmed. With the Gang Qi Protector, this little flame can still be temporarily protected.

Harry was relieved, he took a deep breath, took the smallest bottle, and turned to face the black flames. Charon smiled at Harry and stepped forward.

"I'm coming." Harry drank the liquid from the vial in one gulp. It was literally like ice, seeping into his whole body at once. He plucked up his courage and saw the black flames licking his body, but he didn't feel anything—after that moment, he made his way to the other side, into the last room.

Harry was amazed to see Charon with his wand in his hand, engrossed in confronting a man, and Louwe roared beside him, eager to pounce and bite.

And that man wasn't Snape, or even Voldemort. This guy is actually Professor Quirrell.

"How could it be you?!" Harry was stunned.

Charon wasn't surprised, "Harry, I told you that something was wrong with this guy, and the first time I met him, I noticed that he was covered in demonic energy. ”