The days at Hogwarts

Hagrid told a stranger about the method through Fluffy, and that person must be related to Voldemort. They must tell Headmaster Dumbledore the news as soon as possible.

Harry ran all the way into the hallway. Although he was very tired, he didn't dare to relax at all. He looked at Loren and asked, "How do I get to Dumbledore's office?"

"You want to see Dumbledore? Why?" Professor McGonagall's voice came from the other end of the hall, and she approached with a pile of books.

Harry swallowed, unsure of what to say.

Others didn't dare to say anything, but Loren spoke quickly. He said righteously: "We suspect someone is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and we want to tell the principal."

Professor McGonagall was so shocked when she heard about the Philosopher's Stone that she dropped the book in her arms to the ground, but she did not pick it up. "I don't know how you found out about the Philosopher's Stone, but it is well protected and absolutely safe."

Her eyes were full of pressure. "Now, you should go back to the dormitory and rest. The end of the exam does not mean you can break the school rules, unless you still want to be grounded."

After saying that, she waved her hand and the book that had fallen on the ground flew back into her hand. Professor McGonagall turned and left.

"Professor McGonagall!" Hermione cried.

"Principal Dumbledore received the letter and went to London to deal with urgent matters. He will not be back until tomorrow." Professor McGonagall's voice came from afar.

Loren didn't know whether Professor McGonagall knew about Dumbledore's plan, but he always felt that Professor McGonagall's acting was a bit stiff when she dropped the book on the ground.

"Tonight!" Harry became more determined. "Snape didn't dare to do anything when Dumbledore was at school. He will do it tonight."

"Even this letter might have been forged by Snape."

Chapter 108: Prologue, Voldemort Appears

"What letter?" A sinister voice sounded, and Snape, dressed in black, appeared beside.

Hermione covered her mouth sharply to prevent herself from screaming.

Snape smiled strangely, "Let me remind you, if you dare to run around after lights out, I will personally expel you!"

Harry felt that Snape must want to do this because they were the only ones in the school who knew about Snape's conspiracy.

"Now!" Snape raised his voice, "Everyone return to your dormitories!"

Under Snape's threatening gaze, the group hurried back to the Gryffindor common room.

Snape watched the four little wizards go away until their figures disappeared.

He could sense that Quirrell had become a little different recently, smelling even more smelly and weaker, and would avoid him like a mouse when he saw him, but there was excitement in his eyes, and malice that was almost overflowing.

No matter what Dumbledore had planned, Quirrell obviously couldn't wait any longer as the holiday was approaching. These stupid and reckless little creatures could put themselves in danger at any time.

Loren turned around for the last time to look at Snape, who was standing in the dim candlelight in the hallway, looking at them deeply.

He realized that Snape's series of actions were to protect them. So, it should be that Dumbledore, the riddle man, was not on good terms with Snape?

The four of them returned to the Gryffindor common room and sat down on stools in a secluded corner.

"He will definitely do it after the lights are turned off." Harry said affirmatively. Snape's words just now confirmed his guess.

Hermione looked at Loren. They had always tried to avoid talking about Loren when talking about Snape.

"Why are you looking at me?" Loren shrugged. "I won't tell on you, but I still insist that Snape is not a bad person."

Harry stared at Loren with a burning gaze, full of hope. "Loren, you don't have to join us in dealing with him. If you can, please help us keep an eye on Snape. If he comes out of the office, follow him."

"Okay, sir. I'll make sure to complete the mission." Loren smiled. Of course he was relieved.

He was not worried about the safety of the three. Unlike the troll, Dumbledore had planned the battle between the Iron Trio and Quirrell for a whole year, so there would definitely be no mistakes.

If Quirrell can only use the dragon egg to trap Hagrid, and Professor McGonagall drops the book stiffly, these are all guarantees.

It would be best if he could stay away from it. If he gets involved, he might end up staying in the school infirmary for a few days.

Harry then made arrangements, "After the lights go out, we will go to the fourth floor and try to get the Philosopher's Stone before Snape."

The three began to plan their action tonight. They planned to use the invisibility cloak to sneak into the fourth floor and play a short piece of music for Lu Wei...

They discussed over and over again some possible accidents, such as what to do if they met Nick on the road, and how to avoid Mrs. Norris.

Loren sat on the stool, like an extra.

It was not as relaxing as he had imagined, and the feeling of being alone was not very pleasant.

Why would he want to get involved? Damn it, Dumbledore must have influenced him.

The sound of the three people's discussion continued until the lights outside the corridor went out quietly. The little wizards in the lounge returned to the dormitory, and the lounge became empty.

Harry stood up first and went back to his dormitory to take out his invisibility cloak.

As the invisibility cloak covered them, the three of them disappeared from Loren's sight. Then the sound of the Fat Lady opening the door was heard, and the lounge fell completely silent.

Loren also stood up and walked slowly towards Snape's office.

Harry and his friends successfully reached the fourth floor, where Fluffy was. Harry used the piccolo Hagrid gave him for Christmas to put Fluffy to sleep.

Hermione and Harry jumped into the hole under the trapdoor one after another. Ron landed on it alone, looking at the dark, bottomless hole below, he wondered if it would be too impulsive to jump directly.

But they both jumped, and Ron had no choice but to grit his teeth and jump in as well.

Below was a net of black plant vines that caught the three people who fell.

"Ha, fortunately there are these plants." Ron touched here and there, and soon his eyes widened.

The black vines crawled along their hands and feet, wrapping around them and binding them tighter and tighter.

Harry and Ron struggled in fear.

"Relax, this is a devil's snare. The more we struggle, the faster we will die." Hermione lay flat on the vines, her voice relaxed, even sounding a little leisurely.

"The sooner we die, the better! We should really relax!" Ron was like a fish that had just been caught ashore, his whole body was exerting force.

Hermione looked helpless as her body slowly sank, as if being swallowed by an unknown monster.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Harry called out in panic.

"Relax! Don't struggle, trust me." Hermione's voice came from below.

Harry did as he was told and slowly sank down.

Ron was immersed in his own world and could not hear any sound outside. He watched Hermione and Harry being "eaten" one after another.

"Ah! Harry!" his scream broke.

Below, Harry looked helplessly at the wriggling devil's snare vines above, "He can't hear us, can he?"

"Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare..." Hermione kept recalling the contents of the book, "Oh, right! The Devil's Snare is afraid of light and heat."

"【Flames Blazing】" She used a variant of the fire spell used for winter heating.

Several blue bellflower-like fireballs shot out from the tip of the wand and slowly floated upwards, loosening the vines wrapped around Ron.

Ron fell straight to the ground, his buttocks facing downwards. He stood up and rubbed his buttocks, laughing: "Ha, luckily I relaxed."

"Fortunately, Hermione is good at Herbology." Harry shook his head. He felt that his nervousness and worry about the Philosopher's Stone seemed a bit out of place in the current atmosphere.

"I didn't expect this kind of fire would be useful in summer." Ron still didn't respond, looking around and taking in the surrounding environment.

The space below was much larger than they thought. It was a one-way stone corridor with a wall on one side and faint rustling and tinkling sounds coming from the other side.

They walked down the corridor until they reached the end, where they came to a brightly lit room.

There were four brooms in the middle of the room, and a closed door opposite. Under the high vaulted ceiling, countless birds as dazzling as gems fluttered their wings, leaving golden afterimages.

These were golden winged keys. Apparently, this room required them to ride on their broomsticks and catch the right key in the air.

Harry mounted his broom swiftly, his figure flying through the air.

Hermione gave up immediately, and Ron took a look and gave up after seeing the speed of the key. They walked to the door opposite and waited for Harry to succeed.

"Why are there four brooms?" Ron noticed the blind spot.

Hermione didn't answer. She tried the unlocking spell on the door lock, but it didn't work. She thought if it was Loren, he should be able to open the door.

Harry did not disappoint the two's expectations and quickly grabbed the only silver key from countless golden keys.

After opening the door, the second room became dark and suddenly lit up as the three people entered.

They stood beside a huge chessboard. The chess pieces were huge stone sculptures. The soldiers' swords and knights' horses were all lifelike.

They are on the black side, and the white chess pieces on the opposite side are densely packed in front of them. If they want to get through, they have to win the game.

"Giant wizard chess." Ron muttered. He walked around the black chess pieces, checked them out, and began to give orders.

Under his command, Harry took the place of the bishop, Hermione took the place of the castle, and Ron rode on the knight's horse. The game went very quickly, and Ron grasped the opponent's style of play and ended the battle quickly.

The White King took off his crown and threw it at Harry's feet. The white chess pieces bowed and stepped back, making way.

Ron was very proud of this game, "If it was before Christmas, maybe I would have to sacrifice the knight, but I am not the same person anymore."

As they continued forward, the stench filled the back room, and in the middle lay the body of a giant monster, larger than the one they had dealt with previously, with a bloody lump on its head.

The three of them were no longer relaxed, as the thief who stole the Philosopher's Stone was right in front of them.

"At least we don't have to fight a troll." Harry whispered, "Come on, we have to speed up."

They carefully stepped over the giant's corpse, and just as they stepped into the threshold of the next room, purple flames rose from the door behind them, and black flames rose from the door opposite them. They were trapped in the middle.

There were seven bottles of various shapes and a roll of parchment in the room.

The content on the parchment shows that there are seven bottles in total, two of which are fire-resistant potions, one bottle of potion can pass through the purple flame, and one bottle can pass through the black flame in front.Two bottles of nettle wine are safe to drink, and three bottles of poison will kill you.

There are four more clues:

1. All the poisons are to the left of the nettle wine.

2. The two bottles on the far side do not contain the same liquid and do not contain any forward-moving potions.

3. The largest and smallest bottles do not contain poison.

4. The positive bottle and the second to last bottle are the same thing.

Just the right amount of poison for each of us, Harry thought.

Hermione took the parchment and read the clues several times. She reached out and took out the smallest bottle first. "This contains the potion that can help you pass through the black flames and move forward."

Then he pointed to the bottle on the far right and said, "This is the potion that takes you back through the purple flame."

Harry carefully examined the two bottles of potion. In the smallest bottle, there were only a few drops of potion in the one that went forward through the black flames, less than a sip. The one that went back was full.

He quickly pulled out the stopper of the smallest bottle and poured a few drops of the cold potion into his mouth. The potion was like ice, penetrating his whole body at once, calming his body and mind.

Before Ron and Hermione could react, Harry threw the empty bottle to the ground.

"You guys go back and ask the professor for help. The trolls have been killed, they will believe it." Harry said calmly, "I may be able to hold him back."

Hermione's voice trembled, "What if Voldemort is in there too?"

Harry forced a smile and pointed to the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. "I am the Boy-Who-Lived. If I could deal with Voldemort once, I can deal with him a second time."

Harry and Hermione grew up in Muggle society and could call Voldemort by his name without hesitation.

But Ron couldn't do that. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the atmosphere, tell a joke, and then pull Harry to go with them.

But he couldn't say anything.

"You guys go find the professor quickly." Harry turned around and stepped resolutely into the surging black flames.

Hermione and Ron suppressed their sorrow, forcing themselves to drink the potion, but Harry flew out of it at a faster speed, crashing onto the table, breaking the table and the potion on it.

The two men hurried to help Harry up.

"Cough cough." Harry covered his chest and gasped in pain.

Why is it that Hagrid seems fine after being hit, but he feels like his bones are about to fall apart after being hit?

Before Hermione and Ron could ask what was happening, thick black fog came out of the door in front of them. The burning black flames touched the black fog and melted it like snow.

The black fog spread to the door of purple flames, and the purple flames were quickly melted away.

A strange man slowly walked out from the direction of the black fog's source. His face was as white as plaster, his scarlet eyes glowed, and his nostrils were as long and thin as a snake's.

"Go!" Harry said, trying to suppress the severe pain from the scars on his chest and forehead.

Without time to take a closer look, Hermione and Ron pulled Harry in the direction they came from. But Harry was seriously injured and they couldn't run fast.

Voldemort did not chase him. He took a deep breath, feeling the human body, a feeling he had not felt in ten years.

"Master, they are about to run away." A flattering, timid voice came from behind.

Voldemort felt a surge of disgust. This voice reminded him all the time that this was not his body.

Without giving the servant an answer, he walked slowly but inexorably forward.