The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Harry quickly passed through the remaining four grids, waved his back to the little witch, and plunged into the emerging portal without looking back.

"Harry..." Hermione murmured softly, praying that the next time the three of them met, each other would be well.

Alone in the seemingly endless sea of ​​sand, the little witch was inexplicably nervous, looking left and right anxiously.

This look really found something that I had just overlooked.

There was a layer of light gray-black marks on the sand surface not far from her. There was a countdown urging before the customs clearance. The two didn't pay too much attention to it, and only regarded it as part of the background.

But when her high-speed mind calmed down, the little witch always felt that the corner of the clothes next to the trace looked familiar, and she must have seen it somewhere.

Annie?Bill?snape...

No, no, neither.

The material of this robe is obviously different from the standard wizard robes used by little wizards. Hermione thought about what the familiar professors wore one by one, but found nothing.

It couldn't be Hagrid either, since he never took off that coat since he met him.

Who is it?He obviously felt that the name was ready to come out, but he just couldn't remember it.

Adult wizards, professors, ties to the Sorcerer's Stone...

The little witch was thinking hard, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

Seeming to have found some clues, Hermione's little nose opened and closed cutely, gently sniffing the scent flying in the air.

Smelling and smelling, the girl frowned slightly, this unspeakable rancid smell...

It's Professor Quirrell!

But why did his clothes appear here?

Are you guarding the Sorcerer's Stone?

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but thinking that Quirrell might have been murdered by thieves, the more Hermione looked at the marks on the ground, the more panicked she became.

The trace on the ground seemed to be paved into a human shape.

Thinking of a terrible guess, the little witch covered her mouth and let out a low cry, subconsciously taking a step back.

Suddenly great fear surged into my heart, I looked down, and I had unknowingly exited the scope of the grid, just like the trace, had left the edge of the grid.

No, I don't want to be like that!

The little witch yelled in her heart unwillingly, but she could only watch helplessly as the air around her twisted, as if all the moisture in the vicinity would be drained in the next second, and a pool of human-shaped traces would appear here again.

I don't know if I will also have a piece of clothing left...

Feeling that the moisture in her body was beginning to disappear, this idea appeared in Hermione's mind inexplicably.

This made the little witch a little distressed. It is said that people will experience all the scenes in their life before they die. Why is there such a stupid question in my mind?

I don't know if Ernie will laugh at me if he knows, and Harry, if he comes back here again, will he still recognize himself?

Mom and Dad will be sad, if they knew it, they would stay with them to go to school honestly, but she really yearns for the magical world.

Hermione's thoughts were racing up and down, completely ignoring the changes around her.

"Cough cough."

The sudden cough startled the little witch who was immersed in various thoughts, and then felt that the tone was very familiar, so she quickly raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Eni?" Hermione shouted in surprise, and ran towards him bouncing around.

"Huh? I'm not dead!" When she came near Aini, the little witch groped her body belatedly. After confirming that the parts were complete, she looked back with fear.

But they found that the yellow sand all over the sky just now had disappeared, and the goal of entering was just an ordinary room, and the ancient portal was no different from the ones they had passed through before.

It was as if everything that happened here before was her hallucination.

No, something remained.

The ashes suspected of being Quirrell lay quietly on the ground with the hem of his clothes, telling the little witch that their experience was true.

"This, what's going on here?" Standing beside Aini, feeling that she had returned to the familiar and safe Hogwarts from the adventure of life and death, Hermione's courage was like a bubble, following the illusion They disappeared without a trace together, stuttering and asking Aini.

"You don't really think that when the professors set up the level, they would have the idea of ​​killing the students." Although it was a rhetorical question, Aini's tone was exceptionally gentle, and he gently rubbed the little witch's face, which became more messy. hair.

This made Hermione, who had been in a state of extreme tension tonight, completely relaxed, and felt endless warmth all over her body, and even gave her the idea of ​​putting aside all problems and going back to the dormitory for a good night's sleep.

But immediately her own memory reminded her that Ron's situation was unknown, Harry's life and death were uncertain, and it was not time to rest.

"Eni, hurry up and save Harry. Someone is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell tried to stop him, but he seems to have been killed too." Hermione held back the big warm hand on top of her head, back and forth. Shake vigorously.

"Well, Harry is safe now." Aini glanced at Quirrell's wreckage strangely.

Puppy legs are not going to hinder its master, but Quirrell did die at the hands of Voldemort.

Tom's attainments in curses surpassed Bill's by a few blocks. Although the lack of power prevented the Dark Lord from forcibly breaking their arrangements, he still easily found the loopholes in the level.

The core of passing this level lies in the mutual trust and cooperation between the passers-by.

Not to mention whether the Dark Lord can trust others, he can't just cooperate.

Because when possessing Quirrell, they are regarded as a whole by default, and only a sip of water is needed to pass through the grid, but they cannot carry the amount of water for two people.

If there is only one person, it is impossible to pass the customs normally.

And if they were separated, with Voldemort's current state, even if Quirrell carried him through the whole process, the water bottle needed to be carried by himself.

And now Tom didn't even have the strength to pick up the water bottle.

And once Quirrell has some bad intentions, he has to force Bill to use the curse placed by the Hogwarts magic node, maybe it will directly destroy his prosthesis.

So he chose the simplest and most sure method.

When Quirrell had gone up the fourth step and had run out of water in the bottle, Tom made him fetch the box from Old Bock.

Today, it's time for him to make the 800 galleons worth the money.

Quirrell hesitated and took out the item in the box, which was a small glass tube.

"Master, I will die, I will die, master." Quirrell wailed tremblingly, begging Voldemort to let him go.

He was looking for Voldemort, even willing to let the devil live on him, what he wanted was boundless power, supreme honor, and he wanted all those who laughed at him to look at him with admiration.

Instead of rushing to death at a young age, thinking of this, Quirrell no longer conceals the hatred in his eyes. If Voldemort really wants him to die, then everyone will die together.

"Idiot, if you don't drink it, you will really die. The curse will not kill you immediately. As long as you get the Philosopher's Stone, the Philosopher's Stone that can make people live forever, then it will not be difficult to shape a perfect body for you. "