Wizarding Journey from Hogwarts

Draco's words made several little lions freeze on the spot.

In their understanding, Death Eaters are all loyal followers of the Dark Lord and are unlikely to betray them.

Because even after the fall of Voldemort, no Death Eater was willing to betray him.

In the end, Harry chose to trust Draco for the time being.

The five people entered the room together and immediately jumped into the trap door while the three-headed dog was still sleeping.

And because of more than a year of training, their strength is much higher than in the original work, so the first few levels are not difficult for them.

Until this level of wizard chess, Ron still chose to sacrifice himself and fell to the ground injured. In the end, Neville stayed to take care of him, and the remaining three entered the final level.

Looking at the potion on the table in front of her, Hermione had already figured out the answer to this logic question.

Hermione pointed to the smallest bottle and the round bottle, "Of these two, one can move forward through the black flames, and the other can return safely."

The three of them looked at each other, and Draco quickly reached out, picked up the smallest bottle and looked at it.

"There's only a small sip left in it. I don't know if it's enough for two people."

Harry glanced at Hermione, "You drink that bottle and go back, then take Ron and Neville back on the broomstick to find Professor McGonagall and ask her to contact Professor Dumbledore quickly."

Hermione was not pretentious and immediately approved of this plan. "You must be careful and don't show off!" After that, she drank the round bottle of potion and rushed into the purple flames.

Seeing Hermione leave, Draco drank a little of the potion in the bottle, and a chill came from his body and spread throughout his body.

Harry took the bottle and drank the remaining bit. He also felt the chill spread throughout his body. He glanced at Draco, "If we can go back safely this time, maybe we can become friends!"

Draco smiled and did not answer. For him now, seeing Voldemort was the most important thing.

The two of them didn't hesitate and rushed into the black flames together.

The flames enveloped the two of them, and they could feel the heat inside them attacking their bodies, but it seemed that it was the effect of the potion they had just drank, and there was always a coldness in their bodies to resist the scorching heat.

But because they drank so little, the heat of the flames could still be clearly felt.

Fortunately, the distance of the flame passage was not long. When they felt that the coolness in their bodies was about to subside, they finally reached the end of the flame and entered another room.

There was a person waiting for them in the room at this time.

"Professor Quirrell!" Harry shouted unconsciously when he saw the people in the room, "Why not Snape?"

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed. This laugh was not his usual high-pitched trill, but a chilling sneer.

"Yes, Snape does not look like a good person. He flies around like a giant bat, which is very helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt... but..." Where's poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

Harry couldn't accept this reality for a while. If Professor Quirrell was always the one doing the trick, who was Snape?

"Okay Potter, does it matter who it is?"

Draco was also surprised to see that the person in the room was not Snape, but unlike Harry, he was more curious as to why Voldemort did not choose Snape, who had been lurking in the school for many years, but chose a stranger. Newcomers came to help him complete the mission, without even telling Snape the details of the mission.

Could there be something wrong with Snape?Didn't get Voldemort's approval?

"Where is the Dark Lord!" Draco temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart. Maybe he can get the answer from his father when he returns home for the holidays, but there are more important things now.

"Oh~ Mr. Malfoy, I didn't expect you to come here. This really surprises me!"

Quirrell originally thought that Harry had arrived alone, but he didn't expect that there was another person, and he was also a Slytherin.

"Stop talking nonsense, where is the Dark Lord!" Draco didn't bother to say anything else to him. He just wanted to see the person he wanted to see.

"Don't be anxious, just stand in front of the mirror."

But the two of them ignored him and just stood there quietly.

Quirrell sneered, and two ropes appeared strangely beside the two of them. Before they could react, they were trapped.

Although the two of them have been learning magic for a whole year, Quirrell has been learning it for more than ten years. The gap is far from being narrowed by learning two spells from Jean.

Quirrell sneered, "Be obedient, or I won't mind letting you have a taste of the Cruciatus Curse!"

Under his control, the two young wizards were moved to the Mirror of Erised, "Tell me what you saw!"

Harry didn't expect that he would see the magic mirror here again. At this moment, he remembered what Dumbledore had said to him, and then he realized that it turned out that this was all arranged by the principal. It was him who arranged for Lou to see the magic mirror. How many things had he arranged?

A deep suspicion arose in Harry's mind.

After adjusting my mood a little, I looked at the magic mirror again.

But the family members I had seen in the magic mirror did not appear again this time, and I was the only one in the mirror.

Harry looked at the mirror in confusion, but suddenly found himself blinking strangely in the mirror. He was very sure that he had not blinked just now.

Immediately afterwards, Harry slowly raised his hand in the mirror, took out a stone from his trouser pocket, and then put it back into his pocket. As he moved in the mirror, Harry could clearly feel his trouser pocket suddenly bulging. , obviously there is something extra inside.

In this regard, Harry was even more certain that Dumbledore must have arranged all this in advance!

Draco, on the other hand, saw in his sunglasses that he was standing in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, with countless Ministry of Magic officials lying in front of him, and countless followers standing behind him.

Draco didn't understand the meaning of what he saw in the mirror, but this content made him feel very happy, and he suddenly felt yearned for it.

"Tell me what you all saw!" Quirrell urged anxiously. He must get the Sorcerer's Stone as soon as possible, otherwise if Dumbledore comes back, everything will be in vain.

"I..." Harry hesitated a little, "I saw that I was shaking hands with Dumbledore, and my classmates were cheering for me. I won the House Cup for Gryffindor!"

"Lie!" A sharp voice came from Quirrell. Both Harry and Draco looked at him differently. His mouth clearly didn't move. It was obvious that this was not Quirrell's voice.

"He's lying, let me tell him."