Hogwarts: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Hermione at the back end

"The host...... What should I do?"

It didn't take long for Quirrell to turn grimacing.

The eyes also changed to snake-like vertical pupils.

A casual glance at Braun made him feel creepy.

Unconsciously lowered his head.

Quirrell clearly wasn't paying attention to Braun, though.

Instead, he walked over to the fluttering key.

I didn't care about the broomsticks on the side.

Instead, start looking at the key.

Soon he took out his wand:

"All traces, ~ have a source......"

The voice was cold, with the slippery feel of a snake.

With the incantation, a light connecting the door and the key appeared.

And the direction of the light is a key to its appearance.

"The key is flying!"

I saw that the key that was not good-looking kept breaking free.

But in the end, it ended up in Quirrell's hands.

Quirrell squeezed hard.

The key, which was originally struggling, instantly became a lot more honest and looked a little sluggish.

With the key in hand, Quirrell's expression changed back to its original shape.

Then he gasped for air.

The aura of indifference around him disappeared.

He took out a vitality potion from his bosom and drank it in one gulp.

That's how much more comfortable I feel.

Then he didn't hesitate, but went straight to the door.

Insert the key into the keyhole.

With a click, the key disappeared and the door slowly opened.

I saw that the house was pitch black.

As Braun and Quirrell walked in, the room suddenly became brightly lit.

I saw that inside the room was a huge chessboard, and the chessboard was full of black and white chess pieces.

The chess pieces are as large as the height of adults, and each one is either dressed in armor or fancy costumes.

"Transfiguration plus some other magical ......"

Quirrell said with a gloomy face.

Originally, he wanted to see if he could get through it directly, but now he gave up the idea.

"You sit down. I'll control ......"

Quirrell threatens to put Braun on the pawn.

"Okay. "

Braun sat in the knight's seat as he said.

White goes first.

As Braun sat on the wizard's chess, the opposite white moved on.

A soldier advanced two squares.

Quirrell controlled the Black Warrior and stepped up.

The White Warriors also sent knights.

Then the two sides go back and forth.

"You! "

Quirrell said, controlling Braun's pieces.

Then Braun's knight rushed forward. Defeated the opposing warriors.

Braun, on the other hand, dodged and was unharmed.

Under Quirrell's command, finally.

The White King was cornered.

Get out of the way respectfully.

A gate leads to the end.

Before Braun could get too close, he smelled a foul odor from inside the door.

He was still familiar with the stench, if he guessed correctly......

"This is the tube card I set up, and it's a troll inside. "

Quirrell said as he cast a bubble head charm on himself.

As for Braun, he selectively forgot.

Push open the door, and the stench hits your face.

A few poorly dressed trolls were playing happily inside.

Exploring the true meaning of life.

The arrival of Quirrell and Braun was obviously upsetting the big guys.

One by one, they lifted their sticks and prepared to eat the two small snacks.

But before they could get closer, Quirrell's spell flew out first.

I saw that the head of the leading troll was like a watermelon that had been hit by green light and shattered.

This scene frightened the two trolls around.

But not yet, when their little brains wonder why this accident happened. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

He followed in the footsteps of the troll just now.

Three headless corpses.

"Let's go. "

Quirrell said with some haughtness.

After speaking, he added as if to show off: []

"I still have some experience in dealing with these guys. "

However, Braun, who was disgusted by the stench at the moment, was obviously not in much of a mood to deal with him.

Quirrell snorted.

Without saying anything, he roughly pulled Braun to the next level.

This time the levels are different from the previous ones.

When Braun and Quirrell came in.

Suddenly, flames burned around them, and the flames kept moving closer to the center.

0 begging for flowers

The ground has become even more transparent.

Through the floor, you can see the scorching fire underground.

In front of them was a long table with seven vials of potions and a piece of parchment.

Quirrell's face was gloomy as he picked up the parchment and looked at it:

"Danger comes first, safety comes last.

Of the seven, two were useful.

One forward, one backward.

Two drunkards, to no avail.

Three killers, waiting in line.

Choose! Don't stop and wait for the flames.

......"

"Shet! This isn't even a potion refining!"

Quirrell stared grimly at the seven bottles of different sizes in front of him.

He had captured Braun so that he could help him through Snape's level, but he didn't expect it to be useless in the end.

"The Abominable Snape ......"

Quirrell lowered his voice.

"Maybe I can help you?"

Braun said nervously.

He didn't know how Quirrell had passed in the books, but he knew that if he didn't hurry up, the flames would burn.

"You?"

Quirrell handed the parchment suspiciously.

"Logic questions?"

Braun looked at it for a few moments and thought for a moment.

"I see! This bottle! The smallest one is through the flames. "

Braun said, pointing to the smallest bottle of potion.

"This bottle is only enough for one person, why don't you give Daphne and Sabini to me and we leave?"

Don't worry, I won't say anything!

If not, you can cast an amnestic spell on me. "

"I think it's better to take you with me...... Braunfoley. "

Quirrell took the potion and drank it in one gulp.

Then he pulled out his pocket and motioned for Braun to enter.

"Let's go inside. I guess I'll be able to bring you in with this. "

Braun sighed.

Got in.

Through the mouth of the pocket, Braun looked at the huge Quirrell's heart, and his heart was complicated.

To be honest, he really didn't like the feeling of being controlled by people.

But who made him worry about Nafan?