The Druid Master of Hogwarts

Harry and Hermione slumped to the ground in sync after taking out the troll, gasping for breath.

"Thanks to Snape for talking about trolls in Defence Against the Dark Arts..."

Originally, Hermione just sighed casually, but suddenly caught the flash of light that flashed before.

"Wait! Why did he teach us about trolls?"

Hermione frantically rubbed her hair, making her messy long hair even more unkempt. She faintly sensed something was wrong, but the lack of a few key pieces of information prevented her from connecting all the clues.

"So, what are you suspecting?"

Harry, who had recovered a little, got up from the ground and asked impatiently.

Since entering the trapdoor, Hermione has been saying some strange things, no matter how slow Harry is, he can roughly hear what she means - there are problems with these levels, and it is very likely that they are not really where the Philosopher's Stone is kept. .

Don't they look like fools who are so embarrassed that they rushed to break through the barrier in such a hurry?

After all, Harry was only an eleven-year-old child, and his name was Gryffindor. It was when he was eager to express himself that he was suddenly thrown cold water by Hermione, and he was actually a little dissatisfied in his heart.

Now Hermione said this again as if to justify Snape...

So Harry's dissatisfaction erupted all of a sudden.

"Ron has been knocked out! We almost died under this troll's big stick! Do you still think this is all a game that Dumbledore made to deceive Snape?!"

Harry swung his arms wildly, in fact he didn't know why he did it, just thought it would make him more happy to vent his dissatisfaction.

And Hermione seemed to be frightened by Harry's sudden roar. She stared at the angry Harry, her mind blank.

Because of her surprise, Hermione couldn't even raise a trace of anger caused by her being misunderstood. She just stared at him and opened her mouth slightly, watching Harry continue to roar there without saying a word.

"Also! What do you mean by that sentence just now?! At this time, do you still want to say that Snape is a good man? It's not him who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, is it the missing Professor Quirrell?!"

Harry, who was in constant anger, didn't know,

His casual assumptions were basically right, which made it hard for the professors watching the play to hold back their laughter.

Ron, on the other hand, sighed and covered his eyes.

Only Fish was a little puzzled. He tugged at Professor McGonagall's sleeve, "Minerva, why is Scarhead so angry?"?w?

"Well... Potter, there was a slight misunderstanding between him and Hermione..."

Professor McGonagall explained as tactfully as possible, and Snape next to him let out a sneer of disdain.

Just when Fish was confused and confused about the situation, Harry continued to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Let me tell you! Why is Snape giving us a troll class! He's showing off! Showing off that he's taken out Quirrell! Got it?! Miss Know-it-all!"

The sluggish Hermione gradually regained her senses with a word of Miss Know-it-all, and her gaze towards Harry also became dangerous.

Harry, who knew nothing about it, continued to growl: "Didn't you tell me that he stole the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect Voldemort? Didn't you burn Snape's robes and give me from his curse? Saved... come to...?"

Harry, who was roaring, remembered at this time that Hermione had saved his life, and even when he dealt with the troll just now, the main credit was Hermione.

Harry, who regained his senses, quickly regained his composure and hurriedly bowed his head to apologize.

"Hug, sorry...Hermione, I-I didn't mean that..."

He regularly explained to Hermione: "I just... just think you are thinking too much. At this time, we should hurry up and get the Philosopher's Stone, instead of guessing randomly on such uncertain things."

"..."

Because Harry apologized too quickly, and finally recovered from the sluggishness, Hermione, who was about to get angry, suffocated her anger back.

The emotional disconnect was so unpleasant that her tone was less polite.

"You finally remember that I saved your life."

After Hermione stabbed Harry a little, she still thought the Sorcerer's Stone matter was more important.

"I'm just guessing whether Snape deliberately let us come over first, and after we get the Philosopher's Stone, he will snatch it from us directly. A few little wizards are easier to deal with."

But soon she shook her head again, denying her idea, "No, there is no need for him to do this, he will break through the level by himself, and the speed must be much faster than us... Maybe you are right, Snape may just be in Showing off, or... Did he deliberately bring you here to die? It's just that he tried his best to teach us to deal with trolls, and it doesn't make sense..."

Hermione's mind reached a dead end again, and she frantically grabbed her hair.

"Don't think about it too much," Harry interrupted Hermione's tangle, "Anyway, let's move on, if it's really like what you said, it's just a pretense, and it's just a waste of our energy. , if there really is a Philosopher's Stone in it, then we'll take it away, so whatever Snape is planning is meaningless."

"Right."

Hermione shook her head, put her confused thoughts aside, and walked to the next room with Harry.

As soon as the two stepped into the new room, a purple flame rose from the entrance behind them, blocking the retreat, and a black flame also rose in front of the door to the next level.

In the center of the room, there was a table with seven bottles of different shapes placed side by side.

"Snape's magic."

Seeing this scene, even if you don't have to eliminate it, you know it's from Snape, the potions professor.

The two carefully came to the table and found a roll of parchment next to the bottle. They opened the parchment and saw a string of words written on it.

Harry and Hermione stood together, carefully reading the above, but what neither of them noticed was that while they were reading the parchment, the purple flames behind them shook eerily a few times.

"what is this?"

After reading the content on the parchment, Harry suddenly felt his head swell. The string of words and poems didn't look like poetry, and the story didn't look like a story. He was confused.

Anyway, it said killers, giants, and dwarfs and so on, and Harry couldn't understand what it meant.

But Hermione's face showed a triumphant smile.

"Fantastic," she explained to Harry. "It's not magic, it's logic, it's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards and wizards don't have the slightest sense of reasoning, and they're stuck here forever."

Then she solved Snape's riddle in less than a minute under Harry's astonished gaze.

"The smallest bottle can go through the black flame, and the round bottle on the far right allows us to go back."

Harry picked up the smallest bottle and looked at it. "Only enough for one person."

The two looked at each other, Harry clenched the bottle in his hand, and said, "You can drink that bottle and go back, take Ron, and go back with the broom in the first room, remember to put on invisibility when you go back. Clothes to prevent bumping into Snape."

He raised his hand to stop Hermione who was about to speak, "Listen to me, I was determined to find the Philosopher's Stone, so I can't let you take the risk for me in this last level."

At the critical moment, Harry was still very responsible, and he explained to Hermione solemnly.

"I don't know if I can successfully get the Philosopher's Stone, but if you see Snape on the way back, please notify Professor McGonagall as soon as possible, and then send Hedwig to deliver a letter to Dumbledore, I need Their support. I might be able to hold Snape down for a while, but I'm definitely not his match."

"Ah……"

The sneer on Snape's face grew even more disdainful upon hearing Harry's brash words.

Not knowing that Snape had been beside them for a long time, the two cheered each other up again, and then Harry opened the bottle in his hand and drank the liquid inside.

"Good luck and be careful!"

At this time, Hermione didn't have time to worry about those discordant places. She watched Harry walk into the black flame, and then opened the round bottle...

A hand suddenly stretched out of the air beside him and grabbed tightly onto Hermione's wrist.

Immediately after, Snape with a grinning face lifted the invisibility cloak and appeared in front of Hermione.

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