Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

He had to stop that scumbag. It couldn't be said whether it was because of the dark revenge in his heart or the lonely courage to kill harm for the society. Harry wiped the dirt off his face with his cuff, and resolutely chased after him.

Only one sentence remained: "I'll solve it myself, then you guys go to Cyril, Professor Snape, and the headmaster!"

But to his surprise, his friends (after a battle with the trolls, everyone turned hostility into friendship) followed up firmly.

"You don't know about the Philosopher's Stone, so I'll go with you." - Hermione's eyes were red, and there were still tears on her face that she hadn't wiped away just now.

"Gryffindors don't desert their friends." - Neville's unexpected "man".

"Don't be stupid, Harry, I'll go wherever you go." - Draco defended his shortcomings as always, and in his eyes Harry was someone he recognized.

"In this way, in case you need to fight hand-to-hand, you at least have a back, don't you?"

Ron touched the tip of his nose, and there was a piece of dirt left from beating a troll on it.

Harry stared at them and looked around, his emerald green eyes gradually becoming bloodshot and red. The boy smiled delicately, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and stuffed it into Ron's hand—just like the opening ceremony.

It's also the same as the movement at the opening ceremony - gently pointing to the tip of his nose with his finger.Ron blushed as easily, took the handkerchief and stuffed it into his pocket. 【197】Afterwards... When they chased to the corridor on the right of the fourth floor, Quirrell had already entered.

The three hellhounds had already slept to death, and they couldn't play the role of guard at all. A harp was playing automatically by the wall——someone told Quirrell the clue of passing the hellhounds.

After walking through the devil's net, Neville was sent to find the principal. Although the children were impulsive, they also knew the priorities and the seriousness of the situation.

Draco used a broom to help everyone get the key to the first door; Ron used his "rare and desirable" (Draco) superb chess skills to defeat the opponent's chess piece-although he "sacrificed" the one he represented at the expense of the knights; the next room stinks of trolls, but is empty (as if they had completed the test ahead of time in the bathroom); Black flames were burning in the two fireplaces.

"Potion analysis plus logical deduction. Here comes the problem, there's only one potion that passes through, and one potion that returns. So, Granger, you go back to Neville—actually let him do it alone." Teacher, I feel a little weak, go in, Harry, I'll wait for you here."

Draco was sensible and practical as usual, saying the thing that no one could say but had to face.

"I thought you'd stop me." Harry pursed his lips, smiled a little, and took the vial of potion from Draco.

"I can't stop you, I'll wait for you here, if you don't come out, I won't leave." Draco's lips were very light, and now it almost looked like an unhealthy color of bluish white.

"After you go in, what you need is to delay the time. Wait for the professor to come and talk to him more."

"it is good."

'"Dare to get hurt and blow your head off."

"Row."

……

The screen turns around.

Harry fell to the ground.

He fell horribly on his own without even being attacked.Only because Quirrell took off the hood, and he saw the secret under the hood.

His forehead was in severe pain.

One head, two faces.

On the one hand, there is Quilo, who can't finish a sentence three times, and on the other hand, is his own enemy who killed his father and mother.

"Come here, it's in the mirror. I can't get it."

Quirrell morbidly and hysterically squeezed his arm through his clothes, forcing him to look into an ancient and mysterious mirror.

"What?" Harry asked.

"The Philosopher's Stone, get him for me, boy. You'll get your parents back, and I'll end my misery."

The face behind Quirrell hissed.

With a splitting headache, Harry tried to squint his eyes, trying to stare into the mirror.

Voldemort's voice at this moment was more like coaxing: "See? Harry? You have entered Slytherin, you should understand what the current situation is to you..."

Harry looked at the mirror in a daze, and if Quirrell hadn't pinched him tightly, he could have knelt down along the mirror. The boy's voice was dreamy and sad: "I saw it. I saw my parents... I saw my parents. All of my friends have grown up...and I've seen..."

"What?" Voldemort stopped coaxing, his tone could not conceal the urgency.

"I saw I killed you."

Harry felt his pocket sink, and suddenly turned around and grabbed Quirrell's wrist, which was holding his arm tightly.

Quirrell let go of his hand with a scream, and at the same time Voldemort roared angrily. For a moment, Quirrell raised his wand with the other hand and cast a spell on Harry's chest.

Everything happened too fast, but Harry himself was like a long shot in slow motion, with his eyes open, slowly falling, and finally fell to the ground unconsciously.

In just a few seconds, Quirrell's whole body started to burn from the wrist that was touched, and turned into ashes piece by piece. Voldemort turned into a ghost and escaped angrily through the window.

This was what Cyril and Snape saw when they rushed over.

"Harry! Harry!!!"

Cyril rushed over, and the moment he entered the room, he saw Quirrell's wand resting on Harry's chest, and Cyril couldn't believe that he and Snape hadn't caught up.

I had planned to capture or kill Quirrell directly, but on the way to the fourth floor, I encountered a whole three giant monsters, and what was even more frustrating was that there were two students who were not with their own college. Go back to the break room, surrounded by giant monsters, looking like they might die at any moment.

The situation was far more complicated than Cyril and Snape expected. These three trolls were different from those on the road before. They had obvious signs of using potions and spells. If what they encountered belonged to "Trolls 1.0", then these three were "Trolls 5.25 PRO Flagship Enhanced Edition". Invulnerability may be an exaggeration, but ordinary spells can no longer hurt them at all.

Originally, Snape and Cyril could avoid the troll and go the other way. As the heirs of Slytherin, it is impossible not to know a few secret passages.

But some students are in danger.

Lord Slytherin and Cyril tried several spells, and found that even if the magic was as powerful as Snape, it could not break the protective spell on the troll.

"Severus, leave me here to deal with these trolls, I'll try with a spell. You go to the fourth floor...in case..."

Cyril suddenly turned around and said seriously.

Snape's deep eyes looked straight at Cyril, then staggered the gray-green eyes of the white fox boy, and turned his head: "I will never leave you behind, Cyril. Even tonight ... please forgive my selfishness."

A spell that obviously had a strong black magic aura burst out of the air, directly knocking down a giant monster head-on.

Only then did they realize that the two students trapped in the middle were Hermione and Neville.

The two huddled in the corner of the wall in despair and hugged each other.He raised his head secretly when he heard the movement.

The moment Hermione saw Cyril's tears burst again, she shouted hoarsely: "Mr. McLean! Please go to the fourth floor, Professor Quirrell is there, and Harry!! Harry is facing the mysterious man alone !!!”

Only then did the two determine that these three enhanced giant monsters were the umbrella that Quirrell left for himself to delay time, and he had probably already acted.

Snape quickly knocked down the remaining two trolls in the same way.

"Damn it! Go downstairs and join your classmates right now. No matter which college you enter, get into the crowd first. And remember to go to the east! That side is already safe!"

"Call Dumbledore!"

Snape threw out a Patronus Charm casually, pulled Cyril and ran upstairs.

Cyril was full of anxiety, and when he saw his professor's Patronus Charm, he was only stunned for a second, and then was dragged up to the fourth floor by Snape.

Walking all the way, he placed the Weasley boy who was a little bruised and inconvenient to move aside, and forced Draco, who wanted to go in with him, to help take Ron to the medical wing.

Children are more sensible than they think, but the situation is more complicated than they think.

Walking into the room where the ultimate test, the Mirror of Erised, they found it was too late.

Cyril hugged Harry tightly in his arms, but didn't dare to make any confirmation, just like a person who has nowhere to go in the desert picked up a metal kettle, but didn't dare to unscrew it to see if there was any water.

It felt like my eyes were so dry that I couldn't shed a tear, and my throat seemed to be choked by something, it couldn't go up or down, it was suffocating.

The white fox boy couldn't describe his mood at the moment. If it was said that the first time he met Harry and talked to him was out of curiosity and sympathy, then this emotion had already changed.

Maybe it was when the correspondence with the boy started to change, maybe it was when teaching him the theory of potions and spells remotely, or maybe it was the day he begged Severus to make him a permanent short-sightedness potion.

He would no longer pay attention to and love Harry because he was someone to Severus, but more simply because the child was himself.

In short, feelings have changed.

Now, he pays attention to the growth of little Harry, just as he pays attention to Ivan and Draco, like his most beloved younger brother.

If he had used a very destructive black magic or a spell in the first place, and didn't care so much, even if he had come a step earlier, the wand would not have poked the boy's chest.

A pair of hands forcefully and slowly opened Cyril's hand.

"Cyril, Cyril?... Cyril, let go." It was Severus' voice.

"Cyril, Harry is fine." Dumbledore's voice also appeared.

Only then did the white fox boy lightly place his finger on the tip of Harry's nose belatedly. The slow and weak breath, like a feather, gently brushed over the boy's fingertips and reached his heart.

Only then did Cyril's tears fall, and she cried and laughed, before being hugged by the wizard beside her.

Harry was carefully floated by Dumbledore and placed on a self-propelled earthquake-resistant stretcher.

The old wizard first cast a few spells, then groped around Harry's chest for a while, and pulled out a scorched metal piece whose shape was no longer visible.

"This little thing saved Harry's life. If I remember correctly, it was given to him by the magical Mr. Speed! The material is special, and a rare metal that can reflect magic spells is used, so... ... part of the curse was reflected away, and part of it was blocked by this pendant."

The old headmaster explained it this way.

"Then he...?" Cyril asked in a nasal voice, lying in Severus' arms.

"Oh, I was just hit by the power of the spell, or just stunned by the sudden force. But...poor little Harry also suffered a lot..."

As Dumbledore said, he lifted the boy's wet and sweaty bangs with his fingers, and everyone saw the legendary lightning scar, which looked as if it had just been engraved—blood red and swollen.

"Everything is confirmed."

The old wizard couldn't tell whether he was relieved or his tone was more serious. [Guide 191 Guess] "The Soul Devouring potion is already being made. There won't be any problems."

Snape patted Cyril's back like coaxing a child, and said flatly.