Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Otherwise, Mr. Savior would be killed by the giant "003" monster before he reaches the end of the level.

That would be hilarious...

To prevent Dumbledore from getting so angry that a blood vessel bursts.

It would be better to add a little more water.

With the troll's loud bang, it fell to the ground.

Blake opened the door to the next room.

Expected.

The next room was the level that Snape had set up.

There is only one table in this room.

There are seven bottles of different shapes arranged on the table.

Blake waited until Quirrell came in.

He quickly closed the door at the back, completely isolating himself from the stench of the giant monster.

Just as Black was undoing the Bubble Head Charm and casting a cleansing charm on himself.

A purple flame suddenly rose from the closed door.

At the same time, a purple flame rose from the door leading to the front.

This directly blocks both the way back and forward.

Blake and Quirrell were temporarily trapped in the middle.

Quirrell had picked up a piece of parchment on the table and began to read.

"Danger is in front of us, safety is behind us."

"There are two of us who can help you."

"Drink them, one leads you forward."

"The other one sends you back to where you came from."

"Two of them are filled with nettle wine."

"Three of them are killers, waiting in line."

"Choose, unless you wish to stay here forever."

"We also provide four clues to help you choose."

"First, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide, they are actually standing in the workshop of nettle wine."

"Second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right ends are different. If you want to move forward, neither of them will be useful to you."

"Third, you will find that the bottles are not of equal size, and that Death is not hidden in giants or dwarfs."

"Fourth, the second from the left and the second from the right. Although they look different, they taste exactly the same."

Quirrell put down the parchment. "This is obviously a deduction question."

"It's not that difficult. Just follow the instructions on the parchment..."

Quirrell hadn't finished his words yet.

I saw that Black had thrown a bottle of potion into the corner.

"Clap!"

The glass bottle containing the potion was shattered in an instant.

The spilled potion corroded a large area of ​​bricks and stones!

"What are you doing?!" Quirrell said angrily.

The reasoning was immediately interrupted by Blake.

Blake frowned and said:

"Come on...you don't really want to have a reasoning match, do you?"

"I'm not saying you can't solve it, I just think that this is according to their rules."

“What a waste of time!”

"Who knows when Dumbledore will be back?"

“We don’t actually have much time to waste!”

Quirrell watched as Black threw another bottle of potion away.

The corners of his mouth were twitching slightly.

"You...you can't do this!"

"What we need to do is find a potion that can help us pass through the fire gate over there after drinking it!"

"If you drop all the correct potions, we'll be stuck here!"

Blake said: "Why bother... Aren't these potions easy to distinguish? Oh... this is also poison..."

"Crack!" Another bottle of potion was smashed.

"Are you...really sure?"

Quirrell was frightened to death.

He didn't know where Blake got his confidence from.

I can only rely on my naked eyes to distinguish the correct potion...

In case it fails...

Even if you are not poisoned to death, you will be burned to death by the fire on the fire door!

"Don't worry, Professor Quirrell, I won't hurt you."

"We're all in the same boat now, aren't we?"

Blake picked up the smallest potion and looked at it.

"Well, this is it. If you want to move forward, you have to drink this."

He handed the potion to Quirrell.

Then he picked up the last round bottle again.

“This is what I drank on my way back.”

"How do you know? What if you're wrong?" Quirrell asked.

"Do you have any choice, Professor Quirrell?" Black asked with a smile.

Quirrell looked at the potion bottles scattered on the floor in the corner and cursed in his heart.

This madman!

Now even serious reasoning is no longer possible.

There are only two bottles left, what's the point of trying to deduce this?

But, what if this potion is wrong? Then...

For a moment, Quirrell didn't dare to open the potion bottle in his hand.

"Huh? You don't dare to drink?" Blake smiled, "How about I go first."

Qi Luo's heart tightened.

If only this was the right potion.

Blake drank first.

There is a possibility that he can get the Philosopher's Stone before him!

At that time, the person who made the greatest contribution became Blake!

How does this work? !

He paid the highest price these days!

I almost lost my life!

What if Blake took all the credit?

Then he really has no place to cry!

"I'll do it!" Quirrell said, opening the bottle cap.

I made up my mind and drank half the bottle.

After Quirrell drank the potion.

I just felt as if my whole body was doused with ice water.

Bitingly cold!

Quirrell knew he had made the right bet.

He quickly stuffed the remaining half bottle of potion into Blake's hands.

Then he took the lead and stepped into the fire gate!

Blake looked at Quirrell's disappearing back with contempt.

Then he looked at the remaining half bottle of potion in his hand with disgust.

"I don't want to drink the potion you drank."

He placed the half-full bottle of potion in his hand closest to the fire door.

Then he put the unfinished bottle near the fire door on the way back.

Choose one of the two, and the other one is the one you have drunk.

If that were the case Harry would still have trouble guessing which bottle was the correct one.

Then I really can’t carry it anymore…

Blake looked at the flaming door in front of him.

As for how to pass without drinking the potion?

Blake smiled.

Wrapping up the levitating cloak... he stepped right in...

This small flame can't do anything to Blake's levitation cloak!

There was a flash of fire.

A new room appeared in front of Blake.

The room is circular in shape.

There is a huge mirror in the middle.

And now Quirrell was circling around the mirror anxiously.

This was totally different from what he had imagined!

in his imagination.

Shouldn't the Philosopher's Stone be in the house by now?

Why is there only one mirror in the room?

Where is the Philosopher's Stone?

Qi Luo was getting a little panicked now.

By sneaking in here tonight, he was actually burning his boats.

If the Philosopher's Stone cannot be found.

Then even if he was not beaten to death by Dumbledore.

He will also be tortured to death by his own master!