The Death Knell

A cloud of black smoke poured out from the neck of the headless corpse. It circled in the air like a snake, and then disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​fire, without knowing where to go.

The corpse was like a poorly preserved mummy, which weathered and shriveled in just an instant, exploding like a human figure made of ashes, and was swept away by the airflow brought about by the swing of the flames.

Quirrell died without a complete body.

At this time, the three girls were completely relieved and began to chatter about the remarks of the person behind the head.

"Is it that person? Didn't you say he was dead long ago?"

Hannah took a few steps away from the black ash, feeling terrible.

Susan helped her sit on the clean floor, and the two hugged each other:

"That should be true. Although we have never met him, who dares to call himself that name?"

"Voldemort, he is indeed not dead."

Hermione hugged her shotgun and sat beside them. Anyway, it was too fast to kill monsters yesterday and kill people today. She needed to slow down and talk about other topics and not think about killing people:

"I remember Professor Wilson told me that Voldemort mastered a very dark magic and disassembled his soul and stored it in something."

Hannah rubbed her face. She didn't want to hold her back, but her legs were a little weak:

"Why is the professor telling you this? We are still just children."

"The process of practicing with the wand was actually quite boring. When I was shooting, he would always stand aside and talk a lot. Of course, most of them were nonsense. He even said that he would introduce a girlfriend to Professor Snape. .”

Hermione shrugged and shared some of the professor's cold jokes with her friends, at least the kind that seemed like jokes to her.

Hannah and Susan actually laughed after hearing this. Gradually, the cold atmosphere in their hands and feet faded away, and the strength returned to their bodies.

As long as you don't think about Quirrell's head exploding, it doesn't really matter. Who said that the physical education professor would grab a lot of "fresh ingredients" every time he taught class and punch his head open one by one in front of everyone?

Some people will vomit at first and find it disgusting to have blood and brain matter flying everywhere.

But after eight weeks, basically everyone got used to it, and when they saw Professor Wilson blowing the head of some creature, everyone looked calm and relaxed.

Especially the little badgers, the professor also taught them how to bleed the animals better after killing them so that the meat would have less strange smell during cooking. They didn't care about the brain problems of the ingredients at all.

"If you want to introduce a girlfriend to Snape, he is really crazy."

Hannah smiled and climbed up, and also pulled Susan beside her. She couldn't figure out why Professor Wilson had such an idea?

Even among the Slytherin girls, Snape was not very popular. They didn't even like their dean, but preferred the young and handsome physical education professor.

Just looking at it with the eyes, the physical education professor is more sunny, but the potions professor is too dark, and the whole person is eerie.

"Actually, Snape is not bad looking. He just needs to wash his hair well and go to Diagon Alley to get a fashionable hairstyle." Susan took Hannah's hand and stood up, with a funny look on her round face. Expression: "Have you ever read Sir Gilderoy Lockhart's book? There is a picture of him in it. He is so handsome."

Hannah has a different point of view. She actually thinks that strong strength and good character are important, and appearance does not matter.

As a result, one of the good-looking people and the other realistic person had a small dispute, and Hermione put away her gun and explored the surroundings while they were bickering and playing.

There is no second exit here, it is the last level, so logically speaking, the treasure should be here.

But except for a large mirror, there was nothing else in the center of the fire ring.

Although the old-fashioned mirror is indeed made of mercury, it is not the red stone recorded in the book.

After circling the mirror, Hermione finally stood in front of the mirror and looked into the dark mirror. Perhaps due to the oxidation of the reflective coating, the image looked very blurry.

He looked like a ghost, very unreal.

Even the image in the mirror changed automatically. Hermione saw her grown-up self sitting in the principal's office, becoming the youngest principal in the history of Hogwarts, and still reading the newspaper. Every page of the Daily Prophet They are all filled with articles praising themselves.

She was really addicted to it outside the mirror at first. This image was so perfect. It would be great if it was really like this.

Then she suddenly became alert. The professor told her that once something appears to be able to read your mind, you must be extra careful.

She immediately activated Occlumency, and all the images in the mirror disappeared instantly like a television that was turned off.

"What's fake is still fake after all, and becoming the principal of Hogwarts is not my wish. I don't know if you understand English or if you have your own thinking..." Hermione raised her hand to the mirror. The light on the tip of the wand is getting brighter and brighter: "But I want to negotiate a condition with you. Voldemort has invaded here, which means that these tests and levels are no longer safe. I have to get the things the principal keeps here and use my own hands." Give it back to the principal, if you don’t give it to me, I will tear you apart.”

quiet......

There was no change in the surrounding environment. Hermione sighed secretly, feeling that she was crazy. Why did she have to talk to the mirror? ?

Could it be that madness is contagious and that you caught the madness from someone?

He said, ‘It’s always possible to negotiate terms,’ but it’s a pity that the object probably doesn’t include a mirror, right?

However, at this moment, Hermione suddenly felt that there was something in her pants pocket, which was pinching her legs. She quickly reached into her pocket and took it out.

Although she has many beautiful dresses and clothes, tonight she is wearing jeans for ease of movement.

The object that wasn't too round was in her pocket. She touched it, her heart pounding.

If the things recorded in the book are true, then this red stone is a treasure that can make elixirs. Flamel even believed that it was a ladder for wizards to a higher level.

Red stone, what will it look like?

Hermione stepped away from the mirror and walked over to the other two girls, ready to share her discovery with them.

"I found it."

She spread her white and tender hands and put it in front of her. The firelight would illuminate the three of them, and they could see clearly.

"Is this the red stone you're talking about?" Susan poked at it with her finger uncertainly, "But it looks black, and it's also a ring."

Of course, it was a useless question, since Hermione herself couldn't figure it out.

Although it does have a stone embedded in it, it doesn't look red at all. It is so dark and distant that when you stare at it, your soul seems to be sucked into it.

Hermione closed her hands and put the ring back into her pocket.

"Maybe it's expired? Just like jam, it changes from red to black after being left for too long..." This reason couldn't even be convinced by herself. She shook her head: "Forget it, let's leave here first. Find the dean or principal, they must know what happened tonight, Voldemort is back."