Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Quirrell, as a professor at Hogwarts, has a bad heart for the Philosopher's Stone, so he often observes Filch's patrol route.

At this time, it is the peak time for the little wizards of Gryffindor to travel at night, so Filch and his cat are usually on the seventh and eighth floors of the castle.

The only thing Quirrell had to watch out for was Snape, because this guy also loves night walks. Last Christmas Eve, Quirrell tried to get into the fourth floor and ran into Snape.

When Snape taught him a lesson, he also accidentally found Harry wearing the invisibility cloak, but at that time he was envious of Quirrell and always wanted to steal the invisibility cloak, but there was no chance.

He had no reason to enter Harry's bedroom, and he couldn't hide the portrait of the Fat Lady at the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge, and once he did, everyone would know he stole the cloak, and he was done. .

Thinking wildly, Quirrell came to the fourth floor.

The surroundings were silent and empty.

Quirrell slowed his pace and came to the deepest room in the forbidden area almost silently. Looking at the locked wooden door, Quirrell took out his wand and chanted a relatively advanced unlocking spell.

"Clap!"

The lock on the door shattered, and Quirrell gently opened the door.

In the room, Mao Mao, the three-headed dog, was sleeping soundly, and the sound of opening the door only moved his ears, but when Quirrell stepped into the room, Mao Mao's three noses began to twitch, and his eyelids began to shake.

Apparently, it smelled Quirrell.

Seeing that Mao Mao was about to wake up, Quirrell prayed in his heart, took out the music box, twisted the mainspring below it a few times, and then opened the music box.

"Ring the bell, ring the bell, Merry Christmas..."

Cheerful music played in the music box, Mao Mao's ears moved, a humanized and comfortable expression appeared on his face, and the eyelids that he wanted to open became heavier, and finally he fell into a drowsy sleep.

"Sure enough! Saruman... Saruman is really..."

Quirrell didn't know what to say at this time. While shocked by the omniscient Saruman, he also felt a deep fear.

He took a deep breath, put the music box next to Mao Mao, and then laboriously lifted its claws, revealing the trapdoor below.

He had already inquired about the arrangements of the other professors. As long as he passed Mao Mao, Quirrell would have the confidence to get the Philosopher's Stone!

Without hesitation, Quirrell jumped from the trapdoor in excitement.

It's not the first time he's been here. When the professors set traps, Quirrell was responsible for transporting the trolls in, so he's been here before.

Puff!

Quirrell fell on a piece of soft vegetation, he knew it was the Devil's Web, and Professor Sprout had to work so hard to get it.

Quirrell's wand lit up with a dazzling light, and the Devil's Web was stimulated by the light, twisted frantically to avoid it, and put Quirrell down.

Quirrell walked down the stone corridor passage, there was the sound of water droplets around, and about three minutes later, Quirrell came to a bright room.

The sound of rustling and metal colliding was heard everywhere in the room, which was a bit harsh.

Quirrell raised his head, his eyes fixed on the hundreds of winged keys.

"Flitwick's little trick~.

Quirrell smiled disdainfully, his wand stretched out, a dazzling light flashed past, and a flying key was violently pulled over.

The other keys turned around like crazy, trying to attack Quirrell. They didn't have eyes, and they didn't rely on their eyes to find enemies, so Quirrell's stealth effect was of no use to them.

However, as a light wave flashed past, these keys seemed to have lost their lives, quietly floating under the ceiling.

Quirrell put his wand down, grabbed the key that unlocked the lock, opened the door, and disarmed himself.

All keys were restored to their original state.

"Stupid Flitwick..."

Quirrell sneered and walked out of the room. After a dim corridor, Quirrell came to the second room.

After he stepped into the room, the originally dark room immediately became brightly lit, and the torches around the room burned violently, revealing its original appearance.

It's a huge chessboard.

"Minerva McGonagall's Transfiguration.

Quirrell stood on the chessboard, he carefully walked to the edge of the chessboard, cast a magic spell on himself, and then walked out swaggeringly.

"It seems a little too simple?"

Quirrell, who walked out, felt a little weird himself. He thought about it and found a reason for himself.

"Maybe it's the reason for the invisibility potion...or maybe it's the spell my master taught me..."

Quirrell muttered and came to the door behind White. After opening the door easily, Quirrell came to the next room.

This is the room he arranged, and there is a huge mountain monster in it, which is about a circle bigger than the one he released on Halloween.

"It stinks!"

Quirrell covered his nose. The smell of the troll was so strong that even Quirrell, who had been baptized by the smell of garlic, couldn't bear it.

"Well?

Seeing that the door was opened, the troll thought someone was coming in, with a happy expression on his face.

It has been here for several months. Although it is not worrying about eating and drinking, it is really boring. Every day except for eating and sleeping.

But what surprised the troll was that although the door was open, no one was seen.

"Suck One"

The troll twitched its nose, and it smelled Quirrell.

The troll stood up and walked towards Quirrell, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"do not come near me!"

Quirrell fought back the urge to vomit, and with a flick of his wand, a bursting spell flew out and exploded on the troll's head.

"Well?

The troll, who hadn't seen anyone, didn't have time to react. After making a suspicious voice, a strong sense of dizziness struck, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

A large bloody bag quickly bulged on its head, which looked very funny.

"call!

Quirrell quickly passed through the room, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Who can this stupid thing stop? Dumbledore is so confused..."

Quirrell muttered, suddenly feeling something was wrong.

Is Dumbledore a fool?

Obviously not, otherwise Voldemort would have no reason to be so afraid of him.

So what was the point of Dumbledore doing this?

Sprout's Devil's Web, Flitwick's Key Array, McGonagall's Magic Chess...

Nothing hard to crack.

"Also, I seem to have seen a broomstick in the key array..."

Quirrell shuddered suddenly, and he began to have some doubts, but he had already come here, and it was absolutely impossible to retreat.

"I want to see what tricks he plays!"

A chill flashed in Quirrell's eyes as he walked into the next room.

When he stepped in, a purple flame suddenly rose from the entrance behind him, and a black flame also rose from the exit in front of the room.

"Black flame?"

Quirrell murmured. He remembered that he had vaguely heard about black flames somewhere, as if...

"Grindelwald!"

Quirrell remembered that he had read in a book that Grindelwald had tried to destroy Paris with a black fire...

"What the hell is Dumbledore up to!"

Quirrell didn't have time to think about it, he looked at the things in the room.

A long table, seven bottles.

"Snape's trick..."

Quirrell picked up the parchment on the table and looked at the hints on it.

The feeling of unease grew stronger.

If Dumbledore really wanted to protect the Philosopher's Stone, why leave a hint?

That black flame can completely stop most people, even wizards who have been famous for many years, may turn into ashes in the black flames.

But leave a hint, isn't it just to let people pass?

Quirrell scanned the prompts quickly, and quickly figured out the key.

He is an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw College, and he can still do a simple logical reasoning problem.

Quirrell picked up the smallest bottle on the table, took a sip, and walked into the black flame without hesitation.

He was not attacked.

Just as I guessed!

Quirrell murmured as he entered the final room.

This is the organ arranged by Dumbledore.

"Let me see... Huh?"

Quirrell, who came in, was stunned.

Because there is nothing in the room.

Quirrell's eyes widened, and he searched the room reluctantly, but found nothing.

Of course he didn't know that Dumbledore had put the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised, and that mirror was now in a room in the castle, a place that Harry visited every night.

"Owner…"

No way, Quirrell could only wake up the sleeping Voldemort.

Voldemort was silent for a while and let out a sneer as Quirrell recounted his puzzling experience along the way.

"Dumbledore... hehehe..."

Voldemort's wrath can be imagined, Quirrell has come here, the final place, but the Philosopher's Stone is not there!

Deng (Li Zhaozhao) Brido deceived him! Tricked him!

"No wonder he's letting that stupid Hagrid get the Philosopher's Stone, no wonder he's letting these professors set up pointless levels! So he's kidding me!"

Voldemort let out a frantic roar, Quirrell shivered with fright, and after a while, Voldemort's voice came out.

"I think Dumbledore deliberately set such a trap in order to catch the mice in the castle. Fortunately, you drank the invisibility potion..."

"Go back and find another chance, I'm sure the Philosopher's Stone is at Hogwarts.

Hearing what Voldemort said, Quirrell had no choice but to choose the same path back to Zed.

When he went back, Quirrell also drank the potion from the round bottle in order to pass the purple flame.

After passing a few rooms, Quirrell returned to Mao Mao's side, he picked up the music box, and suddenly his expression changed.

He had just noticed that there seemed to be a note inside the music box.

At first, he didn't notice it because he focused on the three-headed dog.

Quirrell glanced at the sleeping Mao Mao and took out the note.

[If there is no gain, you can try to look in the mirror - Saruman]

"Looking in the mirror? What does it mean? Did Saruman know I wouldn't get the Philosopher's Stone?"

Quirrell pondered, wondering what special mirrors were in Hogwarts.

"It can't be in the bathroom..."