Archaeologists at Hogwarts

King of Vampires?

After hearing this unfamiliar name, Harry was stunned.

Who is the Vampire King?

Could it be that Firenze's divination was wrong?

Quirrell immediately noticed the astonishment on Harry's face, and he warned with threatening words: "Don't imagine that you can secretly play tricks in front of me. I don't want to repeat the previous conditions to you -

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"But you're talking about the Vampire King." Harry interrupted.

"So what." Quirrell said contemptuously: "You can't imagine how powerful he is and how profound his knowledge of black magic is. And - ancient magic - you should listen to Heimer's lecture in class.

After that, the King of Vampires is also involved in ancient magic and knows a lot of lost magical knowledge, such as the ability to fly without a wand——"

Harry could only see Quirrell's mouth opening and closing, but could not hear what he was saying at all.

"This is different from what I thought..." Harry said confused: "I thought your allegiance was to Voldemort."

Just when Harry finished saying the name, Quirrell seemed to have heard some incredible horror story, and his reaction was no different from that of other wizards - they were all frightened by this name.

"how dare you......?"

The expression on Quirrell's face was even more astonished than Harry's, and then his tone suddenly changed.

"What did you say?" His tone obviously weakened a lot, and he asked in a low voice: "What is the god...the mysterious man you are talking about?"

Harry suddenly felt that this method seemed to work.

"It's Voldemort!"

He shouted loudly, hoping to change Quirrell's mind in this way.

"It was Firenze in the Forbidden Forest who told me that Voldemort has been looking for an opportunity to make a comeback. The Philosopher's Stone can make him immortal - you are doing things for Voldemort! Don't you understand what this means? Voldemort deceived you.

, Quirrell! You shouldn't let Voldemort control your memory, he will definitely not be grateful to you for it, because he won't even tell you his true identity!"

"It's not too late to regret now." Harry racked his brains and tried to persuade him: "You can completely explain that you were deceived. Like me, you are also a victim. No one will blame you for this."

"Think about it, think about Dumbledore, he can even tolerate Professor Highmore, and Snape, and these two even had a fight in the school without being dismissed. You won't have any problems.

You haven't done anything yet... The Halloween accident is nothing, it didn't hurt anyone..."

Sorry, Hagrid.

Harry silently apologized to the heartbroken Hagrid who was crying at that time. He could only lie like this now.

Quirrell suddenly became restless. He paced back and forth in front of Harry, walking around and around, and then walked to the corner of the room from time to time, quietly muttering something to himself.

But judging from the expression on Quirrell's face, it seemed that he had not received a satisfactory answer.

Quirrell walked back to the chair again, and Harry stared closely at his pale face, trying to find something from it.

He saw Quirrell suddenly wave his wand, and Harry's body suddenly became extremely stiff, and he could no longer move his head.

Quirrell stepped aside so that Harry could see himself in the Mirror of Erised.

"You do not understand......"

Quirrell murmured in a voice that Harry could barely hear, with a look of madness and morbidity on his face.

Neither the King of Vampires nor Voldemort could change his decision to go to Albania.

At that time, as now, he was troubled by his past experiences, which were all insults and bullying.

Quirrell also stared at the Mirror of Erised, his tone becoming extremely calm.

"Now, I should call him the Dark Lord."

After winning the chess game in the chessboard room, Neville and Hermione looked back sadly at Ron for the last time, then rushed through the door and walked forward along the next corridor.

The two of them didn't speak any more along the way, they just wanted to get Harry back as soon as possible.

And deep in their hearts, there was a vague feeling of something bad.

When inside the chessboard house, they can completely suppress this feeling.

It wasn't until they opened the next room and saw the giant monster that had its head thrown down that it finally completely erupted.

Someone broke in and wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone! Harry might be in their hands too!

They covered their noses and looked at each other, each seeing this meaning in each other's eyes.

The two of them bypassed the giant monster's huge body, quickly ran to the other end of the room, and opened the next door.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, a flame rose up behind them and sealed the door. The flame was unusual, it was purple. At the same time, black flames also burst out from the door leading to the front. They were trapped.

In the middle.

There is only one table in the room, with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it.

"Look!" Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment placed next to the bottle. She asked Neville to come with her, and the two of them read aloud: "Danger is in front of you, safety is behind you. Two of us can help you.

..."

This is a riddle. Just reading it out makes Neville feel like he has been confused.

But Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Many of the greatest wizards don't have any logical reasoning skills, so they have to be trapped here forever." Hermione said confidently.

Neville didn't believe it, so he read it again, and his head suddenly became more dizzy.

The solution to the puzzle can only be left to Hermione.

"Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one will get us safely through the black fire, and the other will send us back through the purple fire."

Hermione read the paper a few more times. She walked up and down in front of the row of bottles, talking to herself, and it took only a minute to figure out the whole puzzle.

"I've found it," she said. "The potion in this bottle can help us pass through the black flames and get to the Philosopher's Stone."

Neville looked at the bottle.

"Do you want to drink them all?" he said, "Do you want just one person to drink them all?"

Hermione glanced at Neville, who seemed to have guessed what she was going to say.

"No! I won't go back!"

Before Hermione could say anything, Neville said in advance: "I know your relationship is relatively good, but -"

However, Hermione insisted and interrupted: "Listen, Neville, if it were before breaking through the devil's trap, I wouldn't say anything and just turn around and leave. But your parents are almost recovering, can you bear to

Are you sad to see them? It's not easy for you to get a chance to be together again without having to visit them in the hospital."

Ever since they passed through the troll room, they had all understood that in the next room they would not only encounter Harry, but also a thief who wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone.

"That person might be the mysterious man."

Hermione finally said, revealing the secret that Harry discovered in the Forbidden Forest.

Neville was visibly frightened.

Then in the next second, Hermione watched helplessly as Neville suddenly snatched the bottle on the table and swallowed all the potion inside in one gulp.

"Then I shouldn't have let you go."

Neville endured the chill that spread all over his body. He didn't know if it was because of this that he kept shivering and couldn't stop.

"This is a personal grudge."

Neville mustered up his courage and said.

Only then did he realize that he was not shivering because of fear or cold.

But because of anger.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Hermione's lips trembling.

"Neville - you know, you are an amazing wizard."

"I...I'm not as good as you." Neville said very embarrassedly: "This is all thanks to the wand Professor Bayheimer bought me."

"No, it's not." Hermione said: "Professor Hemmer bought the wand for you, but now you are the one who makes the decision. I dare say that everyone underestimates you, Neville, they don't even

I don’t know how brave you are, one day those people will change their view of you.”

Hermione said, grabbing the smallest bottle on the table and swallowing the potion inside.

Then she turned her head and looked at Neville, her eyes filled with unprecedented determination.

"But not today."