abnormal hogwarts

"Let's hear the good news first," Harry said.

"The potion on the table can help us pass through this fire."

"What about the bad news?"

"The potion is only enough for two people." Hermione picked up one of the bottles, "Uh, no, only enough for one."

She shook the potion bottle in her hand. The weight of the bottle was wrong and it was empty.

They must have been drunk by the person who arrived here before them.

"What should we do?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

"Only I can go," Harry stepped forward, "I am the one who should move forward, you all understand that."

With that, Harry took the bottle containing the potion that could help him resist the fire from Hermione's hand, drank it in one gulp, and then stepped into the blazing flames.

"Then what should we do? Harry faces Snape alone. He will definitely not be able to defeat Snape. We have to ask other professors for help!" At the critical moment, Ron, the scumbag's IQ, finally did not drop.

But that's all. He didn't have any good methods to deal with the flames in front of him.

Hermione stared at the wall of fire in front of her, and suddenly said: "I have a way to let you pass, but I won't have the energy to run back to report the news later, so you have to go find the professor yourself, is that okay?"

Before Ron could answer, Hermione put away her wand.

Ron couldn't understand what Hermione was trying to do.

I saw Hermione clumsily forming one handprint after another. If other people from the Akatsuki organization were here, they would be able to see at a glance that Hermione was preparing to use Albert's special water escape spell - the Great Falls. technique.

She was stumbling to make mudras that she had never practiced before. When casting spells, she also made wrong mudras due to lack of proficiency and had to do it all over again.

She had only seen the twelve hand seal gestures and several water escape spells in Albert's notes on casting elemental magic without a wand before, but she had never tried it. practise.

Because the magic power consumption of the spells recorded by Albert was terrifying, as a first-year wizard, Hermione could not cast them a few times. She just kept them silently in her mind and planned to practice them in the future.

I didn’t expect that I would have to take it out and use it now.

After trying for a full 2 ​​minutes, Hermione managed to complete the construction of the spell model of the Great Waterfall.

"Water Escape! The Technique of the Great Waterfall!"

The magic power gathered in her throat turned into a huge amount of water, and Hermione spit out a huge water ball from her mouth, pressing it towards the flames in front of her.

When it comes into contact with the flame, a large amount of water in the water ball is evaporated by the high-temperature scorching flame, and the tiny water droplets formed by the condensation of water vapor form a vast white mist in the room.

Eventually the flame was extinguished.

She had just used so many blasting spells in order to quickly clear the level. The magic power in Hermione's body was not full to begin with, and now she used this spell that was recorded as A-level by Albert. It was really beyond the capabilities of the little witch. of load.

Hermione, who had used up all her magic power, sat down on the ground. She looked up at Ron, whose brain was still in a down state. The little witch urged with some dissatisfaction: "Why don't you go and ask the professor for help?"

Only then did Ron react and ran outside.

……

"Professor Quirrell? How could it be you?"

Harry looked at the turbaned figure standing in front of the Mirror of Erised in the distance, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

Quirrell turned around slowly, "How can people suspect that Snape, who looks like a bad guy at first glance, is stammering? Coco... where is the poor Q-Q... Professor Quirrell?"

"Then the wound on Professor Snape's leg that day..."

"I was the one who let in the troll on Halloween, and those people were fooled by me like fools." When he said this, Quirrell's tone was full of pride, "It's a pity that Snake Pu was not fooled and ran to the third floor to stop me."

"Stop talking nonsense, I want to talk to this kid!" A third voice suddenly sounded in the empty basement, startling Harry.

"Be at peace, my master." Quirrell turned his back to Harry and began to untie the scarf on the back of his head, revealing the second face that was neither human nor ghost - the face of Voldemort.

"Oh, Harry, we meet again."

When this face appeared, a sharp pain suddenly appeared in the scar on Harry's head.

"You...you are...Voldemort!"

……

In the mirror space, Albert and Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh as they watched Harry and Voldemort's witless operations.

What is this doing?

Because Lily sacrificed her life before her death, leaving an ancient and powerful protective magic on Harry, Quirrell, who was parasitized by Voldemort, could not touch Harry's body at all.

However, Quirrell, who seemed to have forgotten his identity as a wizard, foolishly tried to grab Harry with his hands?What if this isn't free?

Harry was also a fool. He had not learned half of magic after spending several months in school. The wand in his hand was like a small broken stick, worse than a fairy wand.

At least the fairy wand could emit some sparks when it was lit. Harry's holly wand had no other use than poking Quirrell's nostrils.

Seeing that Quirrell was burned by Harry's protective magic, he recalled that he was still a wizard. He pulled out his wand and prepared to deal with Harry. Dumbledore put his right index finger and middle finger together and began to draw circles in the void.

Albert smiled and stopped Dumbledore from opening the space door. "Professor, have you heard of the hammer technique that falls from the sky with one move?"

What's all this mess?

Dumbledore didn't know whether he was good at hammering or not. He only knew that if he didn't get out, the future savior he had high hopes for would die.

A heavy hammer wrapped with lightning, carrying huge kinetic energy given to it by speed and weight, flew in from the door with great force like a meteorite falling from the sky.

It was so fast that Harry could only see a flash of lightning before his eyes, and then Quirrell disappeared.

Dumbledore stopped what he was doing.

After knocking Quirrell away, Mjolnir, who was still stagnant in the air, flew back in the direction it came from under some traction, until it fell into the hands of a little fat man.

"Am I not late?"

Outside the door, Neville Longbottom was wrapped with thunder, and the dazzling electric light reflected his face in a blur, making him look like the god of thunder who had come to the world.

Behind him was a stunned Ron.

Who can tell him how Neville, who was originally the weakest among the first-year wizards in Gryffindor, suddenly became so powerful?

"So, much better than Harry, right?" Albert looked at Dumbledore with some pride.

What Albert didn't say was that Neville was able to knock Quirrell away with one hammer, all thanks to the hammer he gave to Neville.

The outer shell of black iron and the core of mithril and energy storage crystal can give the user powerful thunder power.

In other words, most of the magic power consumed by Neville's attack just now was stored inside by Albert in advance.

Otherwise, Neville's pitiful magic power and the electric current stimulated would not be enough to give Quirrell electrotherapy.

Looking at Quirrell, who was like a large mosaic spread on one side of the wall, Dumbledore sighed slightly, "Maybe I should consider changing the teaching method of Hogwarts to what you said, Eastern It’s the model of ancient countries.”