Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 93 The Last Level and the Two-Faced Man
Harry and Hermione looked back at Ron sadly for the last time, and Hermione tilted her head and asked in surprise, "Harry, do you think--Ron didn't seem to fall like this just now?"

"Huh? Is there?" Harry trembled all over, he was still immersed in the matter of Ron being knocked down just now.

"Forget it, maybe I misread it." Hermione pursed her lips, shook her head, and rushed towards the wooden door.

Hera watched them leave, and then carelessly opened the waist pocket, and stuffed all the broken pieces into it.

Let's hope Professor McGonagall puts this account on Quirrell's head.

"Hera, I don't think this is a good choice!"

An old, wise voice sounded, and Dumbledore slowly walked out of the shadows.

Even though the Illusion Curse on Hera has not been lifted, Dumbledore can still perceive Hera through magical fluctuations.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hera's hand froze, and the pieces of the chess piece almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was still stable, otherwise the sound of falling on the ground would definitely attract the attention of Harry and Hermione.

"Yes, Hera, I'm glad to see you here." Dumbledore said with a chuckle.

Hera stood up, lifted the illusion spell, and said with a wry smile, "So, is this also a test for me?"

Dumbledore didn't respond, but quietly cast his eyes on the wooden door, and after about ten seconds, he said slowly: "Quirrell has reached the last level, let's go and have a look together?"

Looking down at the fragments of the chess pieces, Hera knew that Dumbledore would definitely not let her take the opportunity to make a fortune. After all, he had shown up on his own initiative, so he simply nodded in response.

Dumbledore didn't say a word, just strode forward, through a room that exuded a disgusting stench, and an acromantula lay motionless on the floor, unconscious, with a large bloody mass on its head.

Dumbledore didn't care about it at all, he just took a few strides and stepped across its legs generously.

Hera covered her nose and followed closely behind Dumbledore. The acromantula was full of treasures.

Pity.

I can't let its value reach the greatest extent.

Harry and the others seemed to have already passed through this room, and Hera opened the next door—there was some good sense.

In the next room, Harry and Hermione were sitting around a table with seven bottles of various shapes.

Hermione held a piece of parchment and read it carefully.

Dumbledore took out his wand, tapped Hera and his own chest lightly, and the two silent disillusionment spells had been cast.

Hermione let out a long, sudden breath and smiled.

"Wonderful," said Hermione, "it's not magic—it's logic that's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards don't have the slightest bit of logic, and they're stuck here forever."

"As for us, we can't get out, can we?"

Harry asked stupidly.

Hera could clearly feel some changes in the aura around Dumbledore, as if shocked by Harry's stupidity.

But Hera had expected it early in her heart, and Harry was tantamount to being stupid.

No matter what kind of questions he asked, Hera would not be surprised.

Hermione finally figured out where the antidote was.

In fact, even if Hera hadn't read the parchment, she knew exactly where the antidote was.

At the end of the room was the black Fiendflame. The potion that could pass through Fiendflame was obviously not so easy to make, even for Professor Snape.

So, the smallest bottle, which contained only enough for one person, must be the potion that survived the Black Fiendfyre.

The result did not exceed Hera's expectations, and Hermione's answer was just like that.

In the end, Harry and Hermione distributed the potion, Harry was responsible for moving forward, and Hermione drank another bottle of potion, walked through the flames behind, and went back to Ron to seek Dumbledore's rescue.

And Hermione had already drank the potion, walked towards the purple flame behind her, and returned to the previous room.

Hera tilted her head and looked at Dumbledore. If they knew that Dumbledore was standing behind them, they might be shocked! ?

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

"I'm here." He finished, and drank the liquid in the small bottle in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, Harry looked at a cold war, he put down the bottle, and walked forward.He mustered up his courage and saw black flames licking his body, but he didn't feel anything at that moment, he couldn't see anything, only the black flames in front of his eyes.Then, he came to the other side smoothly and entered the last room.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hera looked at the black Fiercefire in front of her. He was not as powerful as Dumbledore in magic. Dumbledore might be able to pass through Fiendfire, but he
Dumbledore didn't say anything, but in Hera's surprised eyes, Fiendfire went out.
A wooden door emerged from the back—the same as the wooden doors in the previous rooms.

The doorknob was turned, revealing a corridor leading to the next room.

There was already someone in there - beyond all Harry's expectations.

Not Snape, not even Voldemort.

It's Quirrell!
But this was completely within the plan of Hera and Dumbledore. The moment they saw Quirrell, they even almost laughed out loud.

It's just that Harry couldn't breathe in astonishment.

"you!"

"it's me."

"But I thought—Snape—"

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed, not at all like his usual voice-a shrill trill, but a chilling sneer.

Like the last big villain giving a speech, Quirrell confided a lot to Harry as if pouring out his bitterness, and by the way, relieved most of Harry's hostility towards Snape.

It also revealed something Harry didn't know - Snape was protecting Harry.

Even in the second match, Snape was the referee to ensure that Quirrell would not harm Harry again.

This series of truths directly stunned Harry. Quirrell just snapped his fingers lightly, and a few ropes sprang out of nowhere bound Harry tightly.

"You're too nosy to be left alive"

Quirrell babbled like an old woman, and Hera was a little annoyed by hearing it. Don't you know that too much talk is bound to be lost?

I don't know if Rory's chatty villain will be defeated by the explosive protagonist in the end?
Oh, tied up?
That's fine.

Quirrell finally gave up his 'Testimonials from the Philosopher's Stone', and turned his head to look carefully at the interesting mirror - the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to find the Philosopher's Stone," said Kilo Nannan, knocking along the surrounding mirror frame. "Only Dumbledore can get such a thing, but he is in London right now. By the time he comes back, I'll be far away."

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