Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

In the small glass bottle, a shallow layer of potion swayed, reflecting colorful light, and it seemed that it was only enough for one sip.

Just enough for one bite!

Hermione immediately came to her senses, and looked at the mouth of the bottle again, and found that the cork had indeed been tampered with.

"You didn't read the puzzle, but guessed which bottle was the potion that passed through the flames based on the state of the bottle?!"

Clark nodded, "Of course, since someone passed here one step earlier than us, he naturally drank the correct potion first, so we only need to find out the passive potion bottle."

"That's probably enough for one person, though," said Harry. "Not even a sip, and there's three of us."

"That's right, so among the three of us, only one can move on, and the rest can either go back or stay here."

"Let me go," Harry insisted, looking brave.

However, Clark looked at Hermione, "Which bottle can let people go back through the purple flame?"

Hermione looked at the scroll in her hand and thought for a while.

"It should be this bottle." She pointed to the round bottle on the far right.

"You drink it!" Clark looked at Harry, and persuaded him without waiting for his objection: "Don't worry, you listen to me first, out of the three, I am the strongest, right? To face Snape, I should go too."

"But……"

"You have more important things, Harry, you are the best flying skill among us, I need you to go back, get the broom in the key room, then go through the trapdoor and Lu Wei, report to the professor and let them Come stop Snape."

Harry's face was full of confusion, but what Clark said was well-founded. Among the three, he was indeed the best at flying. If these two guys were allowed to fly, they would probably be sent into Lu Wei's mouth.

Clark directly picked up the bottle of potion that had been returned, and forced it into Harry's hand.

Under the eyes of the two, Harry felt that his body was full of burdens, so he couldn't help nodding.

"Clark, you have to be careful, wait for me to come back!"

After finishing speaking, he bit the bullet and drank the potion into his stomach, shaking all over his body.

"It's not poison, is it?" Hermione asked worriedly. To be honest, she was not sure whether she was right or not.

"No, but it's as cold as ice."

"You go first, maybe it won't work in a while." Clark told him.

"Good luck...be careful."

"Well, let's go!"

Harry turned, and without looking back, walked through the purple wall of flames.

"Okay, now it's up to us."

...

This potion is indeed like ice, chilly, more enjoyable than Sprite that is about to freeze, it reaches people's stomach, and permeates the whole body in an instant.

But only with this kind of effect can it not lose a bit when passing through the black flame wall.

Clark had been worried that these flames were Fiendfyre, after all Snape also knew about this powerful fire spell.

But on second thought, if Snape had the ability to research a potion that could resist Fiendfyre, he might have left Hogwarts long ago and established his own family.

But now it seems that this black flame is indeed not Fiendfyre, it should be the flame of a special potion.

That's right, a flame ignited with a potion similar to kerosene, which is more powerful than ordinary flames, and it is also extremely sticky.

At least Clark saw that the potion splashed from the gutter dripped on the ground, and immediately ignited a fire, burning a hole in the masonry.

Fortunately, there is still the passing potion left by Snape.

After passing through the firewall and coming to the other side smoothly, you entered the last room,

The room is illuminated with a soft golden light, but you can't see any torch-like light sources, as if the light is coming from the void.

All around the room, the white stone walls were inlaid with large blocks of marble, layer upon layer, all the way to the vault above.

At the foot is the same white marble floor, and in the center stands a complicated and gorgeous golden mirror frame. There is an entrance in the mirror frame, leading to another room with golden light, and the door of that room is also burning with black flames.

The reflection of this mirror is so perfect that no matter from which angle you look at it, you will subconsciously think that this is an entrance to another room, not just a mirror image.

But at this moment, there is already a person standing in front of the mirror. He is wearing a long robe that drags the floor, but it can be seen at a glance that this mysterious guy is not Snape, because he is wearing a big hat, wrapped in a scarf into the hat, it looks ridiculous.

It's Chino!

As if he heard the movement behind him, Quirrell also turned around, and when he saw the visitor, a strange smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, his face didn't twitch at all, and his demeanor changed drastically. He looked shrewd and full of scheming.

"I was just wondering if I would meet Harry Potter here, or maybe that first-year talented little wizard Clark Prewett."

Quirrell's voice was cold, with an arrogant tone, "I didn't expect that it was you, Hermione Granger, the second smartest little wizard in the first year, what a surprise! Woolen cloth."

Yes, the one standing in front of Quirrell was none other than Hermione Granger.

It was she, who drank the potion, walked through the black wall of flames, and stood in front of Quirrell.

Looking at the big boss of the last level in front of her, Hermione's mind resurfaced what Clark said to her on the other side of the flame just now.

"In the Forbidden Forest, I had a face-to-face meeting with Quirrell and the mysterious man, and severely injured him. If I go in now, I'm afraid new and old hatred will surge up together, and I won't be able to persist in obtaining the Philosopher's Stone."

"No wonder you dismissed Harry first, you need me to drink the potion and deal with Quirrell, right?"

"Of course, if Harry was here, he would definitely not let you go. But don't worry, I believe Quirrell will not be able to solve Professor Dumbledore's test. So you are safe until you get the Philosopher's Stone.

Regardless of whether you have obtained the Philosopher's Stone or not, I will rush in after five minutes. Believe me, I will definitely not let you suffer any harm. "

"I believe in you! But how do I get the Philosopher's Stone?"

"trust yourself!"

"Aren't you strange, why isn't Snape standing here?" Looking at the sluggish Hermione, Quirrell smiled a little smugly.

It was not his usual shrill, timid trill, but a creepy sneer.

"Do not!"

Hermione, who came back to her senses, retorted calmly: "I guessed it a long time ago, you are the one who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone. To be honest, your disguise is not clever at all."

"Oh~ is it?"

Quirrell looked disbelieving.