[HPDHGSG] Subversion of parallel time and space

?Harry thought in distress, and then tried to move his current body.Four little black paws, and... Harry could see the long tail in black.Suddenly, I had a bad feeling...

Lyle smiled like a virgin: [Hello, Kitty~]

He's Merlin's!Harry was clamoring in his heart, and while asking the Room of Requirement to get a floor-to-ceiling mirror, he carefully looked inside...

A pure black Siamese cat with a round head, not the triangular head of some breeds. The big emerald eyes, which are different from the ordinary blue eyes, look very cute. The whole body is pure black. It looks beautiful and elegant, reflecting the light in the room of Requirement, as beautiful as satin, with a long tail swinging behind it~

[It's still a Siamese cat,] Lyle "muttered to himself" behind the stunned Harry, [Oriental cat breed, it can be said that it is a very good breed among cats. It is said that it is doing well anyway, and they are all from Thailand Noble pets.Hmm... Curiosity is definitely for you, Harry, the Potter family has definitely been curious for generations, otherwise there would be no ninth house rule: curiosity is not a bad thing, but there are still things that curiosity killed the cat .Elegant temperament...Harry, you can improve on this but maybe this Animagus form can help. ]

[Why is it a cat? ] Harry wailed at his family, he thought it would be a stag or a Patronus-like animal just now!That's more powerful than a cat, isn't it?

Lyle twitched his tail gloatingly: [If you want me to say, it’s because you, as a Gryffindor, are a bit Slytherin influenced by me, otherwise maybe you should be a little lion. Once you come, you will be safe (you have learned Mo Yan), and you should be happy for your Animagus transformation success! ]

Harry looked at the sad-faced Siamese cat in the mirror again (in fact, he didn't find him cute like this!), then let out a "meow", turned around and quickly jumped onto the sofa, lying next to Lyle. Down, head drooping, black tail wagging behind him, showing that its owner is very depressed.

Harry hadn't been depressed for a long time, but the door of the Room of Requirement was suddenly opened. Harry almost jumped up in surprise, and soon fell down under Lyle's contemptuous eyes: This is "Harry and Draco's resting place" room", the only one who could come in, besides Harry, was Draco.

Sure enough, the person who came in had platinum-blond mid-length hair, loosely tied with a silver headband, and his every move carried a strong elegant and noble temperament, which was very different from the sluggish one that Harry was familiar with in the previous life. Draco's.

Draco looked around the room, only to notice a cat and a snake on the golden red sofa, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and amused: "Harry actually brought two...three pets to Hogwarts?" After finishing speaking, he felt that his inference was not valid, and then raised his beautiful eyebrows, "Harry?"

It was still discovered... Harry thought gloomily, then stood up and sat down, and called out as if in agreement—why didn't he go back?Because he hasn't practiced yet—and he looked at the little platinum noble with a sad look.The latter walked over with the corners of his mouth twitching (), sat next to Harry, stretched out his paws and touched Harry's head with a smirk: "Not bad, it's a Siamese cat~ I'm as curious as you and like to run around !"

"Meow~" I don't want to become a Siamese cat!

Draco followed Harry's blown cat fur, and then said slowly, "Hey, I don't understand..." After saying that, he stood up gently, and the Animagus quickly transformed.

Draco, in his Animagus form, was a golden python with thin arms and eyes the same beautiful silver gray as his.Harry looked at the snake (boa) sadly, and blinked: Shall I change it with you?

[Very Slytherin, as expected...] Lyle opened his mouth and hissed in admiration, but swallowed before finishing his words.This aroused Harry's interest: [What are you ashamed of? ]

Lyle stuck out his tongue (Xinzi): [As expected of Slytherin. ] Harry could tell that Lyle didn't want to say this, but he didn't intend to go into it. Anyway, as a contracted animal, Lyle couldn't possibly harm himself, right?

Draco snorted softly, and the way he raised his head looked very much like the Draco in Harry's memory from his last life, how should I put it?so cute! (Halina actually said that a golden python is cute, can I just say that love transcends appearance) [Draco, you also know Animagus? ]

[Of course,] Draco said as he climbed onto the sofa and curled up in place of a piece of gold cloth - ah, much bigger than Lyle, after all he's a boa constrictor, isn't he.

Harry instinctively licked his little paw, oh, I hate Animagus instincts! [Draco, what's the matter with you coming to the Room of Requirement so late? ]

[Find a book. ] Draco raised his head, pointing to the bookshelf on one side of the room. The lounge for the two of them is required to be connected to the bookshelf of the library, so you can find any library books you want—even banned books, [I am currently studying alchemy spells and black magic. ]

[Oh,] Harry agreed, not feeling anything about the word "Dark Arts" (being brainwashed by Lyall is different), [I've been busy with Animagus and contracts lately. ]

[Um?We don’t need to do anything about that contract,” Draco said leisurely, “Ogden Sparrow is obviously the one who needs to do the most. Thanks to that prophecy, we have the opportunity to join this revolution.” . ]

[I need to think about the Potter family...] Harry said sullenly, with his little head lying between his outstretched front paws, [You still have Lucius to help you, but I have no one to help me!The Potter family all depends on me! ]

Draco's golden python Malfoy patted Harry's black head with his tail: [It's okay, I will help you, Harry. ]

After a while, Malfoy, Draco's golden python, couldn't help but said: [Harry, don't you think... talking like that is... awkward? ]

Harry turned his little head, looked at the beautiful golden python, and then felt that it was weird for him to be a cat sandwiched between two snakes... [However, this is the first time I have successfully transformed... I...]

[He won't change back... only theoretical knowledge] Lyle smirked and exposed his master's shortcomings.

[Oh...] As Draco said, he quickly returned to his human nature, looked at Harry's little black cat Potter with a smile, then stretched out his pampered hand, and stroked Harry like a pet (Harry is his pet!), Harry is actually very depressed: Why should I be treated like a pet by this platinum jerk? !But... Just as Professor McGonagall's Animagus form can't resist the temptation of catnip (), Harry, as a cat, of course, will instinctively like loving petting... So, when his master is satisfied Lyle quickly turned his head away during the cat's (cat!) meow, and silently recited "see no evil, see no evil" (it's not that exaggerated).

"Just relax your body, and then it will be easy to transform back." Draco said, scratching the ear of Harry's little black cat, "However, there is a faster way, which is to gather the magic power that supports the transformation. , I know you can do it, Harry, don't be afraid, Lyle and I are here."

After listening to Draco's words, Harry relaxed, and skillfully retracted the magic power scattered throughout his body to support the transformation. Then, very soon, where the black Siamese cat was just now, a boy who looked like a black cat lay there .

It must be the wrong way for me to transform back!Harry thought this as he found himself lying in Draco's arms (Lyle: see no evil...), and sat up quickly, only to feel his cheeks burning near his ears, disguisingly He scratched his black tangled hair and said, "Thank you, Draco."

Draco stretched out his hand in a good mood and rubbed Harry's cat fur (hair) again, and said: "Okay, you can seduce Mrs. Norris in the future, I believe that with your beauty, it is absolutely possible, so night tour It's much more convenient, the little animals in Hogwarts will be very grateful to you, and you will become the real 'savior', Harry."

Nani? !

The author has something to say: (1): This setting comes from the Moyan language in "The Guardian of Harry Potter".

Siamese cats: Siamese cats are lively and active by nature, intelligent, quick in action, elegant in temperament and extraordinary in appearance.The modern Siamese cat is one of the first recognized breeds of the Oriental Shorthair.Siamese cats are strong and active, quick-witted, extremely curious, and considerate.Siamese cats love the company of people. [Provided by Du Niang] Do you think this Harry is particularly suitable for you?

Solemnly declare: A certain snake does not have a strong taste, and will never write about Animagus with an abnormal head...you understand!Writing Animagus is just a microcosm of Harry's progress in learning, growing and strengthening.

Chapter 48. Through the Trapdoor

"Hi, Harry, Ron, Leo."

In the last session of History of Magic before the end of the term, Hermione and Minerva Anvil sat in front of Harry, Ron Leo and the other three. As soon as they sat down, Hermione smiled and turned around to say hello, and Minerva also brought A standard aristocratic smile greeted them.

Professor Binns' class was still lulling people to sleep as usual, only Hermione carefully took notes, looking for a little difference from Professor Binns' statement. To be honest, Hermione found that although Professor Binns' tone was extremely boring, It’s better than a hypnotic spell, but the few words he brings out intentionally or unintentionally are sometimes very meaningful. After all, Professor Binns has been a ghost for hundreds of years. I heard from Minerva that he has been teaching here since the establishment of Hogwarts. History of Magic!Thinking of this, Hermione pulled herself together to drive away the tiredness that struck her.

History of Magic get out of class is over, Leo and Minerva leave first (Ron: I didn't know they got along so well!), and only Harry, Ron and Hermione, the old "Gryffindor Triangle" are left. Dwdling in the classroom, of course, they have something to say.

"I think Snape's going to make a move soon," Ron said in a low voice, throwing a thick copy of Bathilda Bagshot's A History of Magic into his bag.

The little witch frowned in disapproval: "Ron, you can't slander a professor!" Harry felt the same, but he still didn't say it out of order to prevent Ron from getting too angry.Ron glared at Hermione, but still didn't say anything about Snape, "I'm afraid Principal Dumbledore will be expelled from Hogwarts these days..."

I have to say, Ron, you have a talent for prophecy!

After the "horrible" final exams, Gryffindor (? I'm so sad that I can't use this name anymore, let's use it again) found out that Headmaster Dumbledore had left Hogwarts!They ran to Professor McGonagall, and the answer they got was that Dumbledore had gone to London on business!Merlin's pants, why is he running outside when he has nothing to do?

"He should act at night." For the first time in history, Ron Weasley, a pseudo-strategic analyst, was not in the mood for dinner, and whispered to Harry at the college table.Harry nodded, "Maybe we should call Hermione." An inexplicable excitement surged up in his heart. Ron and Hermione, friends from two lifetimes, were still by his side...

After curfew at night, Harry and Ron put on the Invisibility Cloak and sneaked out of the bedroom.Before Harry left, he gave Leo and Neville a "no dream" each before closing the bedroom door.

The three met at the stairway on the eighth floor (Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are both towers), and then set off together to the restricted area on the fourth floor.When he met Mrs. Norris on the way, Harry saw the cat thief staring at them with bright eyes, and couldn't help but think of Draco laughing and asking him to use an Animagus to seduce Mrs. Norris, so he decided to Ron, who was begging to kick Mrs. Norris, walked away quickly.

They arrived at the stairs leading to the fourth floor smoothly, only to see Peeves bouncing up the stairs, tearing loose the carpet on the stairs, trying to cause others to fall.

"Who's that over there?" said Peeves, suddenly narrowing his mischievous black eyes, as they came up the stairs to meet him, "I know you're there - though I can't see it. Are you a ghoul, or a revenant, or a student kid?" He rose to a stop in mid-air, squinted his eyes and looked towards them, "There is something invisible sneaking around here, I Should report to Filch."

He curled his lips, looked at Ron who was grabbing his sleeve amusedly, and followed the strategy of his previous life—"Peeves," he said softly in a hoarse voice, "Bloodman Barrow doesn't want to be seen by others, Of course he has his reasons."

Peeves was so taken aback that he almost fell from the air.He steadied himself in time and hovered a foot above the stairs. "I'm sorry, Lord Bloodman, Mr. Barrow, my lord," he sweetly said, "it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I didn't see you—I Of course I can't, you're invisible. Please forgive Peeves for this little joke, my lord."

"I have business to do here, Peeves," Harry growled under his breath, "don't come here again tonight."

"Of order, my lord, I will obey." Peeves said, and rose into the air again, "I hope your business goes well, my lord, I will not bother you." He fled quickly after speaking .

"Brilliant, Harry!" whispered Ron.Harry didn't say anything, he always vaguely felt that something was wrong, what was it?can't remember...

A few seconds later, they came to the outside of Siluo's corridor - the door had already opened a crack. "Well, see?" Ron whispered, "Snape has passed Lu Wei smoothly."

Seeing the half-open door, they seemed more aware of what they were about to face.Harry pushed the door open anyway.Following the creaking sound of the door opening, low-pitched barking immediately sounded in their ears.With the sound of "squeak", Harry suddenly broke out in a cold sweat - he remembered!He remembered something was wrong!He has seen it, he has clearly seen it, the "Soul Power" said that ghosts have no magic power, which means that they cannot be invisible casually, Peeves himself is also a ghost, how could he not know this?So...who is he talking to? !Harry couldn't help shaking, out of Barrow the Bloody Man, Peeves couldn't possibly be afraid of anyone/ghost, not even Dumbledore!What's more, Dumbledore is indeed in London now... Harry pursed his lips, and finally decided not to say anything.Ron felt Harry's trembling, thought Harry was scared - well, he could understand that - the big dog couldn't see them, but all three of its noses were twitching wildly in their direction , Sniffing, it looks really scary.

"What's that at its feet?" Hermione asked softly.

"Looks like a harp," said Ron. "Snape must have left it."

"Apparently it wakes up as soon as the music stops," said Harry. "Okay," and with a flick of his wand, the harp began to play automatically.Ron looked at Harry and said, "Cool!"

Slowly, the barking of the big dog stopped. It wobbled a few times, its knees softened, and it knelt down, then fell to the floor with a plop, and fell into a deep sleep.At the same time, the three of them took off their invisibility cloaks and tiptoed towards the trapdoor.They could feel the hot, stinky breath of the big dog as they approached the three huge heads.Harry held back his retching, and gave himself a silent "smell mask".

"I think we can pull the trap door open," said Ron, holding his nose, looking behind the big dog. "Hermione, would you like to go down first?"

"No, I don't want to!" Hermione refused decisively. Even though she and Harry knew that these levels would not be too difficult, as a very Ravenclaw, she would never let herself To face unknown things casually - not to mention that she is a lady, needless to say, there is a Gryffindor with extremely developed sports and adventure cells beside her.

"Okay." Ron gritted his teeth and carefully stepped over the big dog's lap.He bent down and pulled the tab on the trapdoor, and it swung open.

"What can you see?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"We couldn't see anything—it was pitch black, and there was no ladder to go down, so we had to jump." Harry had just been wondering who it was that made Peeves stop playing pranks, and now he came back to his senses. Come on - maybe Dumbledore's still casting the Watching Charm here! "I come!"

"You want to go down first - really?" said Ron incredulously, "I don't know how deep the hole is." Harry climbed over the big dog and looked down through the hole - The bottom is bottomless.Harry took a deep breath, then slowly slid down the hole, finally clinging to the edge of the hole with only ten fingers.He looked up at the worried faces of Ron and Hermione, and said solemnly: "If something happens to me, you must not follow me down. Go straight to the owl hut and send Hedwig to deliver a letter to Dumbledore. Is it?"——A play needs to be done in full, and he doesn't want to be asked this and that by Dumbledore afterwards.

"Okay." Ron said, swallowing.

"See you later, Iwish." Harry let go, the cold, damp air whistling in his ears.He fell, fell, fell, and—thumped.

With a strange, dull thud, Harry landed on something soft.He sat up and groped around.His eyes hadn't adjusted to the dim light here.He felt as if he was sitting on some kind of plant—the devil's web, Harry thought to himself, minus the paralyzing poison, and seemed to have... a potion that paralyzed it?

"No problem!" he shouted towards the entrance of the hole, which now looked like a spot of light the size of a postage stamp. "It's a soft landing, you can jump now!"

Ron jumped down immediately, and he landed on all fours beside Harry. "What the hell is this?" he asked immediately.

"I don't know, it seems to be a kind of plant. It's probably laid here to reduce the impact of the fall." Harry shrugged, pretending to be relaxed, feeling a little guilty about the magic wave of the devil's net and heading towards Ron. gather.

Hermione also quickly landed on the other side of Harry, "I didn't expect Hogwarts to be so deep underground... "Hogwarts, A School History" never mentioned it!" She said angrily explain.

"Honestly, it's a good thing there are this pile of plants here." Ron said, ignoring Hermione's academic prophecy.

"Fortunately what?!" screamed Hermione, "Look at you two!" She jumped up and struggled to move towards a damp wall.She struggled like this because as soon as she fell, the plant stretched out snakelike tendrils and wrapped them around her ankles.As for Harry and Ron, they had unwittingly had long vines wrapped around their legs (Harry was faking it, no doubt).Hermione managed to break free before the vines could grab her firmly.She said coldly: "You two guys who don't see the way clearly, I don't expect you to learn more extracurricular things, but I thought you could attend classes before! Professor Sprout said about this plant, the devil Net!" Now she gloated as the two boys tried to tear off the vines, but the more they broke free, the faster and tighter the vines tangled.

"Hold on!" Hermione shouted at them. "Let me do it," Hermione said, drawing out her wand, waving, "Fairy fire." A blue bellflower-like flame shot out from the tip of her wand—the Has always been Hermione's specialty spell.In just a few seconds, the two boys felt the vines receding from the light and warmth, and loosened their hold on them.The plants twisted and twitched, letting go of their tendrils, and Harry and Ron were finally free.

"It's a good thing you listened carefully in herbal medicine class, Hermione." Ron said, retreating to the wall in embarrassment, wiping the sweat off his face.Hermione snorted, dropped the sentence: "I'm starting to worry about your grades, Ronald Weasley!" and moved on.Ron stuck out his tongue, put his arm on Harry's shoulder, and the two hurried forward.Looking at Hermione's confident back, Harry couldn't help but smile slightly. Hermione, who went to Ravenclaw, was indeed more rational and calm.

Along the way, apart from their own footsteps, they also heard the sound of water dripping slowly along the wall.

After walking for a few minutes, Ron suddenly said, "Can you hear anything?" Harry listened carefully, and there seemed to be soft rustling and clanging sounds coming from ahead, "Could it be a ghost?"

"I don't know - it sounds like wings flapping," Harry answered dryly. "There's a light ahead - I see something moving."

They came to the end of a corridor, and before them was a brightly lit room with a high arched

Crowned ceiling.Countless little birds, shining like jewels, flapped their wings and flew around the room.There was a heavy wooden door on the opposite side of the room.

"Do you think they'll attack us if we walk across the room?" Ron asked, looking at the seemingly harmless birds.

"It's possible." Hermione said, "Let's go there and try first." Then, the three trotted and came to the door unscathed, and pulled the handle, the door was locked.Harry put it rightly: "You said... the key would be there?"

Soon, by virtue of his flying talent, Harry grabbed the sad key, stuffed it into the keyhole, and unscrewed it, so the three of them walked in carefully.

The author has something to say: So there is nothing to say, dear friends, look forward to the Big Four revealing their identity to Harry! ~~~

chapter49. Two-faced man

The second room was pitch black and nothing could be seen.But as soon as they stepped in, the room was suddenly brightly lit, illuminating a shocking scene—they were standing on the edge of a huge chessboard, with black chess pieces in front of them, all of which were taller than them, as if It was carved out of a whole block of black stone or something.At the other end of the room, facing them, were some white chess pieces.Harry(?), Ron and Hermione were shaking with terror - the towering white pieces had no features on their faces.

Ron wiped the cold sweat off his brow and said, "Looks like we'll have to play chess to get across the room"—they saw a door behind the white pieces—"I see," Ron went on, "We have to act as pawns."

He walked over to a black knight and touched the knight's horse.Immediately, the stone came to life, the horse hoofed the ground, and the knight turned his helmeted head to look at Ron.

"Do we - um - have to go with you?" The black knight nodded.Ron turned to Harry and Hermione and said, "Need to think about it..." He said, "I'm afraid we'll have to replace the three black pawns here..." Harry and Hermione didn't speak, watching Ron think.Finally Ron said, "Well, don't be mad at me, blame me for being rude, but to be honest, you two aren't very good at chess—" "We're not mad," said Harry, shrugging, "tell me How do we do it?"

"Well, Harry, you take the Bishop's place; Hermione, you stand next to him and take the Castle's place."

"And you?" Hermione asked curiously, but also worriedly.

"I'm going to be a knight," said Ron, even with a bit of a knight feeling about him.

It was still exactly the same as in the previous life. When Harry saw Ron collapsed, he couldn't help but sighed, but he heard Lyle in his sleeve whisper: [There is clearly another way...It really is Gryffin Do not want to do too much, alas!Bai has the courage that is not bad. ] Harry was noncommittal, just threw a few healing and protection spells at Ron with Hermione, and then walked down.

"He'll be fine," Harry said slowly, cutting off the question Hermione seemed to be about to ask, "What do you think is going to happen next?"

"We've gotten past Professor Sprout's trap—that devil's net, and it must have been Professor Flitwick who enchanted those keys, and then, it was Professor McGonagall who deformed the pieces and brought them to life— —Then there are Quirrell's levels and Snape's." Hermione calmly analyzed.

After trotting for more than a minute, they came to another door. "Okay?" Hermione asked in a worried voice. "Go in." Harry was full of confidence, and at the same time gave himself a "smell shield" before pushing the door open.

A sickening stench hit their nostrils (Harry couldn't smell poor Hermione, of course), and they had to pull up their clothes to block their noses.The eyes of the two were also smoked with tears. Through the blurred eyes of tears, they saw a giant monster, bigger than the one they had fought last time, lying motionless on the floor in front of them, unconscious, head There was a big bloody lump on it.

"Great, we don't have to fight the troll," whispered Hermione.They stepped over the giant monster's thick legs cautiously, "Come on, I can't breathe." Hermione said, and couldn't wait to open the next door - I have to admit that Hermione is very fond of Professor Snape There is still a certain degree of curiosity in the levels.

However, there is nothing scary here, just a table with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it.

"Snape's level," said Harry, blinking, "what should we do?"

As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from behind them, sealing the doorway.The flame was unusual: it was purple.At the same time, the door leading to the front also burst into black flames-they were trapped in the middle.

"Look!" Hermione grabbed the roll of parchment that lay next to the bottle.Harry stood behind her and read with her:

Danger is ahead, safety is behind.

There are two of us who can help you.

Drink them down, one leads you onward,

The other sends you back to where you came from.

Two contained nettle wine.

Three are killers, waiting in line.

Choose, unless you wish to procrastinate here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly they hide, they are actually standing on the left side of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right are different, and if you want to move forward, none of them will be useful to you;

Thirdly, you will find that the bottles vary in size, and there is no death hiding in giants and gnomes;

Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although the appearance is different, the taste is the same.

Hermione let out a long breath, and Harry smiled gently as she watched her smile confidently -- Hermione always looked beautiful when she smiled like that. "That's wonderful," said Hermione. "It's not magic—it's logic—it's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards don't have an iota of logic, and they're stuck here forever."

"Hermione, I know you can do it," said Harry, smiling, looking at the brunette with a smile.

"Of course," said Hermione, "everything we need to know is written on this piece of paper. Seven bottles: three for drugs; two for wine; one to get us safely through Send us back through the purple flame - give me a minute," Hermione said, reading the paper a few more times.She walked up and down the row of bottles, talking to herself and pointing to this or that bottle.Finally, she clapped her hands happily: "Got it," she said, "this is the smallest bottle that can help us go through the black flames—to get the Philosopher's Stone, and that—" She pointed to the other round Yoyo bottle, "Let us go back through the purple flame."

Harry smiled nonchalantly, and said, "Hermione, your thoughts have been imprisoned." After that, he went up to look at each bottle and smell them, and quickly came to a conclusion Hermione came to the same conclusion. In Hermione's surprised eyes, Harry said softly: "I believe you can also identify these potions—there are no confusion spells or anything—Hermione, you have to remember, Ravenclaw's thinking is divergent and comprehensive, Ravenclaw is never what others say, nerd." After finishing speaking, let Hermione realize the words Lyle once told him, Harry Looking at the inconspicuous little bottle: "There's only enough for one person to drink in it," he said, "it's not even a mouthful. "

They looked at each other, "You drink that bottle," Harry said, "You don't interrupt, listen to me - you go back to Ron - grab two broomsticks from the room with flying keys, they will Drive you through the trap door, past Fluffy - straight to the owl hut, and send Hedwig to deliver a message to Headmaster Dumbledore, we need him to come to the rescue. I might be able to contain the people inside for a while, but I It is by no means his opponent."

"But Harry—what if You-Know-Who is with him?" Hermione looked at Harry, unable to tell for a moment whether he was telling the truth or...

"Well - I got away with it once before, remember?" Harry joked, pointing to the scar on his forehead, "I might even get away with it."

Hermione smiled very Ravenclaw, and looked with such a faint, early-appearing wisdom under the firelight, and said, "Harry, I have learned a lot along the way, thank you." Then, She gave Harry a hug.

"You drink first," said Harry.So Hermione took a big swig from the round bottle on the right and shivered all over.

"It's as cold as ice," said Hermione, her teeth chattering. "Ice Fire Potion - if I'm not mistaken, I really want to study this stuff."

"Hurry up, it won't work in a while." Harry smiled and watched Hermione's Ravenclaw mode fully turned on, and said, intending to watch Hermione leave.

"Good luck—" Hermione turned and disappeared straight through the purple flames.

Harry took a deep breath and grabbed the smallest bottle.He turned to face the black flames. "I'm here." (Are you still fond of speaking lines?) After he finished speaking, he drank the liquid in the small bottle in one gulp.It really penetrated his whole body like ice.He put down the bottle and walked forward.He mustered up his courage and saw the black flames licking his body, but he didn't feel anything—for a split second, he couldn't see anything but the black flames—and then he came to the other side smoothly. , into the last room.

Seeing the figure in the turban, Harry couldn't help sneering, "Quirrell...Professor." After saying the respectful speech with sarcasm, he saw Quirrell turn around with a little surprise, as if he was indifferent to his indifference. Very surprised.Harry telepathically asked Lyle: [Is there a monitoring spell here? ]

[No~] Lyle's tone was as happy as he wanted, Harry made a small black line, and then adjusted his state.

"It's me," Quirrell said calmly. "I was just wondering if I'd meet you here, Potter."

"Of course you will meet me," Harry said indifferently, "Why don't I try the level that Dumbledore specially prepared for you and me?" Looking at the Mirror of Erised, he said in surprise, "Hey, Professor Quirrell won't be fascinated by the Mirror of Erised, right? This is not a good thing~"

Quirrell was surprised, it seemed that Harry's performance was completely beyond his cognition, what he wanted was