Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

"Snape's magic," said Harry, "what should we do?"

As soon as the four of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from behind them, sealing the door.The flame was unusual: it was purple.At the same time, black flames shot up from the door leading to the front.They're stuck in the middle.

"Look!" Hermione grabbed the roll of parchment that lay next to the bottle.Augustus stood behind her and read with her: Danger ahead, safety behind.There are two of us who can help you.

.drink them, one leads you forward and the other sends you back to where you came from.Two contained nettle wine.Three are killers, waiting in line.Choose, unless you wish to be here forever.We also provide four clues to help you choose: first, no matter how cunning the poisons are, they are all standing on the left side of the nettle wine; second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right ends are not good. will work for you; third, you will find that the bottles vary in size.

There is no death hidden in the giant and the dwarf; the fourth, the second from the left and the second from the right, though different in appearance, taste the same.

"Interesting, this probably has something to do with the logical reasoning of Muggles." Augustus was a little interested.

Hermione let out a long breath, and Harry was surprised to see her smile in a way he couldn't do himself.

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

"Obviously, Miss Granger is very good at this. If that's the case, this level is up to you." Augustus glanced at Hermione who was carefully studying the prompt.

"Um, just give me 1 minute, and I should be able to decipher the answer in 1 minute." Hermione read the paper several times.She walked up and down the row of bottles, talking to herself and pointing to this or that bottle.Finally, she clapped her hands happily. "Got it," she said, "this smallest bottle will help us pass through the black flames—to get to the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry looked at the unassuming little bottle.

"There's only enough in it for one person," he said, "not a mouthful. "

"Which bottle will bring you back through the purple flame?" Augustus asked, turning his head.

Hermione pointed to a round bottle on the far right.

"So like this, Hermione, Ron, you drink the liquid in the bottle that can be returned, go back to the dormitory immediately after going back through the purple flame, and wait for our news, Harry drank the bottle that went on, I Will go straight through the black flames with Harry." Augustus thought for a moment, and then told the three of his plans.

Hermione and Ron nodded. No matter what they were about to face, Harry and Augustus were together, so naturally they would not encounter any danger.

"Then be careful, Ron and I are going back." Hermione glanced at the two of them with some reluctance, then picked up the round bottle on the right and took a big sip, shaking all over, Ron took it Taking a sip from the bottle in Hermione's hand, "I wish you good luck—be careful—"

"Come on!"

The two turned around and walked straight through the purple flames.

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.

It really penetrated his whole body like ice.He put down the bottle and walked forward.He worked up his courage and saw the black flames licking his body, but he didn't feel it—for a split second, he couldn't see anything but the black flames—and then he came to the other side smoothly , into the last room.

Augustus added a fading technique to himself, and his whole body slowly disappeared into the air, and then went straight through the black flames. These flames touched Augustus' body, like clusters of well-behaved pets Rubbing against the black robe of Augustus.

Walking slowly into the room, Augustus glanced at the room. Standing in the middle of the room was not Snape, nor even Voldemort.

It's Quirrell.

"You!" Harry gasped in astonishment.

Quirrell smiled.Now his face doesn't twitch at all. "It's me," he said calmly. "I was just wondering if I'd meet you here, Potter."

"So, it's really all about you. Of course, who would doubt it? Quirrell, who has always been stammering and weak, will be the real culprit behind stealing the Philosopher's Stone. I have to say, your acting skills are too realistic. , Even Dumbledore was tricked by you." Harry pushed his glasses and said to Quirrell flatly.

"Of course it is. The timid Quirrell is an image of the weak that should be protected in front of everyone. Everyone sympathizes with me. How could anyone think that Quirrell is the one who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone? It's very interesting Yes. Facts are often harsher than reality. Beneath the surface lies an incredible truth, and having played such a weak and pathetic character for so long, the release in this moment gives Quirrell a great sense of accomplishment.

Quirrell snapped his fingers.It was too late to say it, but a few ropes jumped out of nowhere and tied Harry tightly.

"You're too nosy to let you live, Potter. You were walking around the school on Halloween, and I knew at the time that you saw me checking the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Did you let that troll in?"

"Of course I do. I have a special way of dealing with trolls - you must have seen how I taught that guy in that room over there? Unfortunately, when everyone was scurrying around looking for trolls , Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed directly to the fourth floor, trying to stop me - not only did my troll not kill you, even the big three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg broken.

"Well, wait quietly, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

Only then did Harry notice what was standing behind Quirrell.It is the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, knocking along the surrounding mirror frame. "Only Dumbledore can come up with something like this, but he's in London right now, and by the time he comes back, I'll be far away"

The Mirror of Erised, Augustus, who was hiding next to them at this time, looked at the mirror with an incomprehensible meaning in his eyes. He did not expect to see this kind of object in this world. The end of all dreams Existence, the hub of the Alaya consciousness assembly, a thin and simple mirror can be said to represent the subconscious gathering point of the entire world to some extent. If it is used well, this mirror can even become a catastrophic force that surpasses Pandora's box. Existence is really interesting. It seems that the process of accompanying Harry and the others has paid off.