Harry Potter: The Legend of Demigods

"Okay, Wilson, this is the order given to you by the Dark Lord. It is to bring the Philosopher's Stone to the master. Once the task is completed, the master will give you the Dark Mark." Quirrell seemed to speak of the Dark Mark as if it were supreme. With such honor, Anakin only felt sick. He then took out a small model harp and handed it to Anakin. "I have found a way to pass the big dog in the first level. He will fall asleep when he hears music. The spell to make the harp play is 'Automelodius'."

Anakin pretended to be calm, he stared at Quirrell and said coldly:

"Really, Quirrell, I remember that my task is to be a good spy next to Harry Potter. The task of stealing the Sorcerer's Stone will only expose me. So, if this is what you think... ..”

"This is my idea. Why, aren't you willing to obey?" A sharp voice came from behind Quirrell's head. Anakin's heart sank, it seemed that Voldemort was personally on the line.

But Anakin still didn't know why Voldemort ordered Quirrell to bring Hayley with him.

"My loyalty has always been to you, my master. But this girl...if she disappeared with me, it would easily expose me." Anakin said carefully.

"This girl—I have other uses."

"Owner--"

"Wilson, are you doubting my decision?" There was a dangerous threat in Voldemort's tone.

"No, Master. I just want to ensure the success of the mission and don't want any accidents to happen." Anakin suppressed the resentment in his heart and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if to express his absolute loyalty to his master.

"Very well, Wilson." Voldemort's voice revealed satisfaction.

"Ding, you have a new task, please check it out."

But Anakin didn't have the mentality to read it at all, so he closed the page. He took a deep breath and silently made up his mind to stop Voldemort's plan. He was anxious and at the same time looking for a way to rescue Hailey.

But why would Voldemort... What does Hayley have to do with Voldemort's plan?

Anakin suddenly recalled what Hayley had said about his parents.

Her parents were killed by Death Eaters, which meant they had offended Voldemort in some way - or they had something Voldemort wanted.

But what exactly is it?

"Mr. Wilson, you understand your mission. Try to avoid attracting any attention. If there is any trouble, you know the consequences." Voldemort's voice was cold and threatening.

"I will get the job done," Anakin whispered.

Quirrell was quite satisfied with Anakin's performance. However, Anakin's anxiety grew stronger. He had to find a way to not only stop the Philosopher's Stone from being stolen, but also to rescue Hayley.

Quirrell left the classroom, and Hailey followed obediently. Anakin quickly left the classroom and came to the entrance to the restricted area on the fourth floor.

"Anakin! Why are you here? Where is Hayley?" Ron said from behind it, scaring Anakin.

"Oh, Hailey... she's going back to the lounge first. I'm just going to look around. I'll be back soon."

"Well...don't forget it tonight," Harry said.

After Harry and the others left, Anakin looked around, then opened the door and walked in.

It's not that Anakin didn't want to send a message to Dumbledore or tell Harry and the others, but he was worried that Quirrell would find out.

Following the creaking of the door, a low barking sound immediately echoed in his ears. All three of its noses were twitching and sniffing crazily towards Anakin.

Anakin closed the door gently, took out his wand and harp model from his pocket, and then placed the model on the ground.

"Get big fast."

The harp immediately grew to life size.

"Automatic Melody."

In an instant, the harp emits a crisp and melodious melody, and the notes jump in the air. Immediately, the big dog's eyes began to droop downward. It swayed a few times, its knees softened and it knelt down. Then it fell to the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

Anakin opened the trap door on the ground and jumped down. The cold, damp air whizzed past his ears. He fell down, down, down, and then—thump. With a strange, dull thud, Anakin landed on something soft. Although his eyes had not yet adapted to the dim light here, he knew that he was sitting on a devil's net.

"Let me think about it, how did Hermione do it in the original book? By the way, she seemed to use a blue bellflower-like flame."

Anakin pulled out his wand, waved it, and muttered something, and a blue bellflower-like flame instantly shot out from the head of the wand. In a matter of seconds, the vine loosened its grip on him, twisting and twitching, automatically releasing its tendrils from around his body.

In front of Anakin was a stone corridor, the only way to go. Water drops slowly dripped down the wall. He took steps cautiously, his ears pressed closely to listen to what was going on around him.

After a while, there seemed to be a gentle rustling and tinkling sound coming from the front. Anakin knew he was almost there.

Anakin reached the end of the corridor and faced a brightly lit room with a high, vaulted ceiling. Countless keys, as dazzling as gems, fluttered around the room. There is a heavy wooden door on the opposite side of the room.

The question now is how to get through here.

Anakin remembered that in the original book, Harry and the others passed this level because the correct key had been captured by Quirrell, causing its wings to droop.

But now he is the one who stole the Philosopher's Stone, and Quirrell is not there at all, so how can he find the key?

Anakin suddenly felt like his head was pounding.

And Anakin can't help but follow the rules of the game. Anakin believed that the unlocking spell had no effect on the door, not even 'Open Sesame'. And what if it explodes with a thunderbolt? The door could definitely be blown open, but there's no telling whether Anakin would still be alive.

After all, even Voldemort had to sit on his broom and find the key. Anakin doesn't want me to be more powerful than Voldemort.

Anakin remembered that the key in the original book was a very large key, shaped like a doorknob.

In desperation, Anakin picked up the broom, raised his legs, rose into the air, and rushed into the dense group of colorful keys. He searched, but there were too many keys and they were flying too fast for Anakin to find a way through.

"This damn key is harder to find than I thought!" Anakin couldn't help but feel anxious. The keys flying through the air were changing speed and direction, and Anakin couldn't tell which key he was looking for.