The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

"Hermione! Use fire!" Rolf's own hands were also bound by vines and he couldn't take out his wand to cast a spell, so he reminded Hermione according to the plot.

"Oh, right!" Hermione seemed to have remembered the knowledge about the Devil's Net, and quickly took out her wand, waved it, and muttered something in her mouth.

Then just like she did with Snape before, she let a blue bellflower-like flame shoot out from the head of the wand.

In just a few seconds, several little wizards felt that the vines were shrinking away from the light and warmth, and loosened their grip on them.

The plants twisted and twitched, automatically loosening the tendrils wrapped around them. Rolf and the others finally broke free completely, and the unicorn also shuttled through the large hole exposed in the middle of the devil's net.

"Fortunately, Professor Sprout taught in class that devil's nets are afraid of fire, otherwise we might have failed at the first step." Hermione said with lingering fear.

Harry called to everyone: "Go this way!" He was pointing to the only stone corridor that could be walked.

They heard, in addition to their own footsteps, the sound of water drops slowly dripping down the wall, and there seemed to be gentle rustling and tinkling sounds coming from the front.

"What's in front of you? Could it be a ghost?" Ron guessed without any bounds.

"I don't know, but it seemed like the sound of wings flapping, there was a light in front of me, and I saw something moving." Hermione answered cautiously.

They came to the end of the corridor and in front of them was a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling.

Countless little birds, as dazzling as gems, flapped their wings and flew around the room. There was a heavy wooden door opposite the room.

"Do you think they will attack us if we cross the room?" Ron asked nervously.

"It's possible," Harry said, "They don't look vicious, but if they all rush over at once, I'm afraid...whatever, there's no other way, I'll just run over and try!"

After that, before Rolf could speak, he took a deep breath, covered his face with his arms, and rushed to the other end of the room.

Harry originally thought that sharp mouths and claws would tear him apart at any time, but in the end he was safe. He came to the door unscathed and pulled the handle. The door was locked.

"Friends, look carefully, these birds are not decorations." Rolf tried to direct the three people's eyes to the correct answer.

Hearing this, the three people all looked up and stared at the little birds flying overhead, shining brightly. Hmm? Shining brightly? "They are not birds at all!" Harry suddenly said,

"They are keys! Winged keys! Look carefully."

Rolf put all these keys into the trading warehouse, and saw that the keys that were originally densely packed finally turned into the icon of key x99 in the warehouse.

After Rolf took out the x1 key, he handed it to Harry amid everyone's surprised eyes.

Harry didn't care so much and quickly ran towards the door again, the key still struggling in his hand.

He inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it hard. Yes, it was it.

With a click, as soon as the door lock popped open, the key flew away again. It was caught twice in a row and looked haggard.

The second room was dark and nothing could be seen, but just when they stepped in, the lights suddenly brightened up, illuminating a shocking scene.

They were standing next to a huge chessboard, with black chess pieces in front of them. Those chess pieces were taller than them and seemed to be carved out of black stone or something.

At the other end of the room, facing them, were some white chess pieces.

"What now?" Harry whispered.

"Isn't it obvious?" said Ron, "that we have to play chess to get across the room."

"I think I have a solution!" Rolf interrupted again.

Rolf walked far away and came to the door he just passed through, and then overlapped the entire chessboard and chess pieces with the box for collecting items in the warehouse.

Then...the chessboard that originally occupied the entire room...disappeared. In Rolf's space, there was an additional set of things called the "Black and White Chess Piece Army".

Rolf shook the space bag he wore to cover up his waist, and then ignored everyone's surprised looks. They all couldn't understand why Rolf's space bag could hold so much?

Rolf led his friends through the level quickly, and after passing the giant monster, they came to the level set by Snape.

However, there is nothing scary here, just a table with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it. "Is this Snape's magic?" Harry said, "What should we do?"

After all four people crossed the threshold, a flame rose up behind them and sealed the doorway. The flame was unusual: it was purple.

At the same time, black flames burst out from the door leading to the front, and they were trapped in the middle.

"Look!" Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment placed next to the bottle. Harry stood behind her and read with her: Danger is in front of you, safety is behind.

There are two of us who can help you. Drink them, one will lead you forward, and the other will return you to where you came from.

Two contain nettle wine. Three are assassins, waiting in line. Take your pick, unless you want to stay here forever...

(Okay, there is a long paragraph behind it, which I didn’t even understand myself. Anyway, it was Hermione who solved the problem.)

"That's wonderful," Hermione said, "This is not magic, but logical reasoning, a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards have no logical reasoning skills at all, and they have to be trapped here forever."

Hermione calculated methodically, "Everything we need to know is written on this piece of paper. Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine;

One can carry us safely through the black flames, and the other can send us back through the purple flames."

"But how do we know which one to drink?" Hermione read the paper a few more times. She walked up and down the row of bottles, talking to herself, pointing to this or that.

bottle.

Finally, she clapped her hands happily. "I know," she said, "this smallest bottle can help us pass through the black flames and get the magic stone."

Rolf saw that the potion in the bottle was only enough for two people. Just when he didn't know what to do, Harry said:

"Hermione, you and Ron go back first. Rolf and I will hold Snape down together. You guys quickly write a letter to Professor Dumbledore and ask him to come and support us."

Hermione wanted to say something else, but when she realized that the potion in the bottle was indeed not enough for four people, she had no choice but to nod her head, pick up the potion, and Ron took a sip each.

After they hugged Rolf and Harry respectively, they turned around and walked straight through the purple flames.

Harry took a deep breath, grabbed the smallest bottle, and turned to face the black flames.

"How does a unicorn get through?" Harry asked.

"Leave her to me, you go ahead." Rolf said confidently.

Harry nodded, raised his head, and took a sip of the liquid in the small bottle.

It penetrated his whole body like ice. He handed the bottle to Rolf and walked forward.

Rolf watched the black flames licking his body, but he felt nothing. He should have successfully reached the other side and entered the last room.

Rolf took the unicorn into the farm, then passed through the flames and released the unicorn again.

There was already someone there, and it was obviously not Snape, or even Voldemort.

"You!" Harry gasped in shock, but Quirrell laughed, and now his face didn't twitch at all.

But when he turned his head and saw a unicorn with wings, he showed a hint of fear.

Because he felt a greater terror from the unicorn than Voldemort, and it seemed that as long as he got close to the unicorn, something bad would happen.