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The armored warrior walked over directly, kicked a big hole in the wooden door, turned around and gave the three stunned little radish heads a thumbs up.

Brute force, you deserve it.

"I have a hunch that this is not the intended way to break the door." Harry swallowed and complained in a low voice.

Hermione also followed suit: "I agree."

"Don't worry about it so much, get out quickly." Ron didn't care so much, and got out of the big hole at once.

Seeing him go so smoothly, Harry and Hermione followed suit and got out one by one.

Kate was the last to get out, and she saw that this second room was a huge chessboard, a wizard's chessboard.

"Looks like we have to win this chess game to get through here." Ron muttered, turning his head to look at her, "Hey, big man, do you want to come together?"

The armored warrior stood his long sword on the ground, as if you go up and I'm watching the battle.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and if there was one less person on the field, he would use less brains to protect them.

"Harry, you replace the bishop, Hermione, you replace the castle, and I'll be a knight!"

Following Ron's command, casualties gradually began to appear on the wizard board.

Kate watched the chess game quietly, and after calculating Ron's next few moves, she turned her head and looked at the gate of the next level.

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- The level left by Richlow in the original book is a giant monster, which was solved by him before the Audio-Technica came.

This time, there is a high probability that Catherine will set the level. I don't know what she will set.

Thinking of how unreliable that person was, Kate's heart jumped slightly.

With a fluke in mind, she tried to open the door with the Unlocking Curse. With the blessing of the Level 7 Unlocking Curse, the door in front of her opened completely after she continued to output magic power for 3 minutes.

As soon as the door was pushed open, even through a layer of armor, one could easily feel a blazing flame attacking.

Fierce Fire Curse!

She immediately closed the door, and hammered the iron door in front of her with some dissatisfaction.

Each level in the original book is tailor-made for the protagonist trio, but the Fierce Fire Curse is not an ordinary level, if you don't pay attention, it will kill you!

Among the students in the whole school, she is probably the only one who can successfully solve the Fiendfyre Curse.

So this woman, did she expect that she would come with the three of them?

Feeling uneasy after being seen through, Kate took a deep breath, and the magic power in the avatar began to surge continuously.

Wandless silent version of the ending spell!

She slammed the door open, and the turbulent magic power rushed towards the flame in front of her. In just an instant, she saw Fiendfire getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into the air.

Kate's first reaction to extinguishing the flame was not surprise, but surprise.

Good water's Fiercefire Curse!

Compared with the Fiendfire Eagle released by Catherine that day, it is as far from a real rocket as a child's fireworks.

My own crappy wandless magic can actually put out fires.

Kate was sure that even if the spell she had just failed, the flames would not hurt anyone.

What is this, a kid having house wine?

Or is she underestimating herself?

It stands to reason that Kate, who is an adult soul, would no longer be angry at this slight.

But Catherine is different, that may be her only remaining blood relative in this world.

Being despised by one's relatives is another matter.

"Ron!"

When she heard Hermione's scream, her heart trembled, and she ran over immediately, only to realize that the chess game here was over.

Like the original book, Ron sacrificed himself in exchange for the smooth passage of Harry and Hermione.

Of course, if it's just the test level set by the professor, no one will die.

She took a few steps forward, gently turned Ron over in the ruins, and the magic power in her hand flickered slightly.

Unsurprisingly, Ron just passed out, possibly with a mild concussion.

This is also the reason why she let Ron tackle the problem at ease. Anyway, his life is not in danger, so just try it.

"We've got to keep going," Harry looked at the unconscious Ron sadly. "This is the chance he's giving us!"

Kate got up silently, helped Ron onto the remaining chess piece, then turned around and led them to move on.

The room full of Fiercefire has been cracked by her in advance, and there is a table in the next door, with 7 bottles of different shapes arranged on it.

It was all potions made by Snape.

As soon as the three of them crossed the threshold, an unusual purple flame rose behind them, sealing the doorway, and black flames also strung up from the doorway leading to the front.

They are stuck in the middle.

Kate glanced at the black flame in front of her, removed an iron decoration on her body and threw it over.

The flame burst into flames and burned the iron five-pointed star to ashes.

The burning speed was so fast that the two children, Harry and Hermione, were startled.

Kate didn't panic at all, she had expected this result a long time ago.

But she still couldn't understand how Quirrell got through the black flame and entered the last level.

However, these are also trivial matters, and there is no need to delve into them.

At the same time, Hermione also saw a roll of parchment next to the bottle, and deduced the correct answer as she read it.

"The paper says that three of the seven vials are poison, and two are wine. One will carry us safely through the black flame, and the other will send us back through the purple flame."

She read those papers several times, muttering to herself, and soon said excitedly: "I know!"

"The smallest bottle can help us go through the black flame to get the Philosopher's Stone, and the round bottle on the far right can let us go back through the purple flame!"

Harry glanced at the smallest bottle, and couldn't help frowning: "This capacity should only be enough for one person, right?"

There are three people here, and someone is destined to go back the same way.

Kate turned her head and glanced at him, knowing what he was thinking, and handed the round bottle to Hermione, signaling her to drink first.

"That's right, you have to go back and take Ron away, and you have to find Kate and let her find a way to contact Dumbledore. We may be able to contain Quirrell, but I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat him."

Harry agreed.

Hermione looked at them hesitantly: "Then how do you distribute this potion?"

Speaking of this, Harry was also hesitant. He felt that he should drink the potion himself, and he was always wary of this man hidden in the armor.

Kate directly picked up the smallest bottle of potion, smashed it on the long sword in her hand in one fell swoop, and slammed it into the ground.

It was as if the infinite magic power had completely volatilized the power of the potion, and even briefly extinguished the large wall of fire in front of him.

Harry watched in amazement as the doorknob of the last room was within easy reach.

In this way, it seems that all three of them can pass through here.

But the armored warrior still pointed to the potion in Hermione's hand, signaling her to drink it quickly.

In normal times, Hermione would never listen to a stranger and leave her friend in such a dangerous place.

But inexplicably, she felt that the armored warrior was right this time.

If there had to be someone back to contact Dumbledore, it wouldn't be Harry, who had a feud with Voldemort, nor would it be a warrior in armor with great force to protect Harry.

That can only be her.

"...I see." Hermione nodded solemnly, "You must persist until Dumbledore comes!"

If she hadn't mentioned looking for Kate and Dumbledore, she would definitely have walked with them.

But right now, her stepping back is a real benefit to the team.

She took a big gulp of the potion in the round bottle in one fell swoop, shivered all over, then turned and walked through the purple flames.

Before the potion expired, Harry and Kate walked through the black wall of fire and entered the last room.

There was already someone in there—quirrell, as they had expected.

Behind Quirrell stands a mirror, the Mirror of Erised.

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Compared with the stuttering Professor Quirrell in my impression, most of the man's face in front of him has been burned by fire, which makes people unbearable to look at.

"Qiro, it really is you!"

Harry immediately drew his wand and aimed it at him.

"Looks like you're sharper than I thought, Potter." He wasn't surprised at Harry's arrival.

But soon, his eyes moved away from Harry, and moved to this heavy metal armor that was half a head taller than him.

"What is this? The protector that Dumbledore gave you?" He smiled sarcastically, "It seems that your courage is nothing more than that."

Harry looked at the armored warrior beside him in some surprise, his head was buzzing.

This big guy was sent by Dumbledore to protect him?

Although it was impossible to prove this doubt, with such a big man standing beside him, Harry's inner sense of security was already bursting.

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and several ropes jumped out of nowhere, trying to tie Harry up, but was cut off by the armored warrior with a blade of sword.

"It seems that I can only kill your guardian first."

As soon as Quirrell's face darkened, he took out his wand and shouted to the armored warrior: "Avada locks his life!"

Green light shot out from his wand in an instant, hitting the armored warrior who was galloping towards him in front of him.

Armor protection!

The wandless version of the Iron Armor Curse was cast quickly, but the invisible shield couldn't stop the deadly green light.

"do not want!"

In an instant, under Harry's loud shout, the green light passed through the shield and hit the armored warrior.

As soon as the smile on Quirrell's face appeared, he froze quickly.

The armored warrior stopped, and the breastplate made of iron was slightly dented by the green light.

Raising his hand and rubbing his breastplate, the armored warrior raised his head silently, as if mocking Quirrell's useless work.

"The Death Curse is useless... Are you a magic item?" Quirrell murmured with a slightly pale face.

Before he could continue to attack, the armored warrior rushed forward, slashing down with his long sword, but hit the iron armor barrier that Quirrell released urgently.

There was a crisp sound of "bang", the iron sword collided violently with the iron armor barrier, and sparks flew.

Terrified, Quirrell hurriedly dodged back, and at the same time, with a wave of his wand, the soil on the ground was transformed into two basilisk-like monsters.

The basilisk roared and rushed towards the armored warrior.

The armored warrior did not dodge or dodge, condensed the magic power in the long sword in his hand, cut down a basilisk with one sword, and walked towards Quirre step by step.

Killing Curse, useless.

Transfiguration spell, useless.

Even the Fiercefire Curse can be broken easily.

Quirrell kept releasing the spell, but the sweat on his forehead became more and more oozing.

No matter what kind of evil curse is hit, the lighter one will be directly resisted by the armor, and the heavier one will be blocked by the opponent with the Iron Armor Curse.

And what about him?

If you get a little closer, you will be slashed by the opponent's long sword that keeps waving, ranging from disability to death.

What about the magic showdown!