Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

Blake just walked into the next room.

His brows furrowed tightly.

Because a disgusting stench filled the whole room.

Blake turned and walked away.

Then, with Quirrell's surprised eyes, he returned to the room at Professor McGonagall's level again.

"Um...are you going in the wrong direction? Quirrell asked doubtfully.

"No...I'm just...making preparations."

Blake said, adding a bubble head charm to himself

"Why do we have to use trolls? They are smelly and difficult to control. In fact, Poisonhorn is pretty good"

"It digs its horns into every intruder's ass and explodes……"

Quirrell's face turned green.

He brought the trolls in because he was very good at dealing with them.

This is all to make it easier for him to break through on his own in the future!

It’s not like he really wanted to help Dumbledore protect the Sorcerer’s Stone.

What kind of poisonous horned beast did he release?

Poke yourself in the butt?

Blake held the Bubble Curse and entered the room again.

Staying in the room was still the familiar troll.

Yes, it was the one Blake had tamed.

I didn't expect to be moved here again.

It looked at Blake stupidly, with no intention of attacking at all.

Of course it won't attack its owner.

But...

Blake is different.

"The soul is out of body!"

"Knock yourself out, thank you"

"clang!"The troll raised his big stick and knocked himself unconscious.

Quirrell saw this scene as soon as he walked into the room.

He actually felt that Black did a bit too much.

The Imperius Curse was enough to control the troll for a period of time.

There is no need to put it again. This guy was knocked unconscious.

In fact, Quirrell was right.

However, since Black promised Dumbledore to let Harry go, it was naturally best to just knock this big guy out.

Otherwise, the savior

It would be very funny if Mr. was smashed to death by the giant"547" monster before he reached the end of the level...

In order to prevent Dumbledore from being so angry that his blood vessels would burst.

It would be better to add a little more water.

As the giant monster The monster fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Black opened the door to the next room.

As expected.

The next room was exactly the level assigned by Snape.

There was only one table in this room.

On the table were seven bottles of different shapes..

Blake waited until Quirrell came in and quickly closed the door at the back, completely blocking out the smell of the troll.

Just when Blake canceled the soaking spell and cast a cleaning spell on himself, the closed door rose up. A burst of purple flames.

And a burst of purple flames also rose at the door leading to the front.

This directly blocked the way back and forward.

Black and Quirrell were temporarily trapped in the middle.

Quirrell He had already picked up a piece of parchment on the table and started reading.

"Danger is in front of you, safety is behind you"

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

"Drink them, one will lead you forward"

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

"Two contain nettle wine."

"Three are killers, waiting in line"

"Take your pick, unless you want to stay here forever"

"We also provide four clues to help you choose"

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

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

"Third, you will find that the bottles are of different sizes, and there is no death hidden in the giants and dwarfs."

"Fourth, the second one on the left and the second one on the right, although they look different, they taste the same. Quirrell put down the parchment,"

This is obviously a reasoning question."

"It’s not difficult, you just need to follow the instructions on the parchment……"

Quirrell hasn't finished speaking yet.

I saw that Blake had thrown a bottle of potion in the corner.

"Snap!"

The glass bottle containing the potion was smashed instantly.

The spilled potion corroded a large area of ​​masonry!

"What are you doing?! Quirrell said in shock and anger.

The line of thinking that was still reasoning was immediately interrupted by Black.

Black frowned and said:

"Please...you don't really want to have a reasoning, do you?"

"I'm not saying that you can't figure it out, I just think that you should follow their rules."

"What a waste of time!"

"God knows when Dumbledore will come back?"

"We actually don’t have much time to waste!"

Quirrell watched Black throw out a bottle of potion again.

The corners of his mouth were twitching slightly.

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

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

"If you drop all the right potions, we'll be trapped here!

Blake said:"Why bother...aren't these potions easy to distinguish?" Oh...this is poison too……"

"Snap!"Another bottle of potion was smashed.

"Are you...really sure?"

Quirrell was scared to death.

He didn't know where Black's confidence came from.

He only relied on his naked eyes to identify the correct potion...

If he failed... he would be burned to death by the fire on the fire door even if he was not poisoned.!

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

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

Blake picked up the smallest bottle of potion and looked at it.

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

He handed the potion to Quirrell.

Then he picked up the last round bottle again.

"I drank this when I went back."

"How did you know? What if I make a mistake? asked Quirrell

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

Quirrell looked at the potion bottle that had been thrown to the ground in the corner, and thought mmm.

This madman!

Even if you want to reason seriously now, you can't do it.

There are only two bottles left, and you are still reasoning like a chicken?

However, if this bottle of potion is wrong, wouldn't it be...

Quirrell didn't dare to open the potion bottle in his hand for a moment

"Um? Don't you dare to drink? Blake smiled and said,"How about I come first.""

Quirrell's heart tightened.

If this is the right potion and

Black drinks it first, he might get the Philosopher's Stone before him!

At that time, the person with the greatest credit will be Black!

How can this work? ?!

These days, he has paid the highest price! He almost lost his life!

If the credit was taken away by Blake... then he really wouldn't even have a place to cry!

"I come! Quirrell said, opening the cap of the bottle.

He was so cruel that he drank half of the bottle.

After Quirrell drank the potion, he felt as if his whole body had been poured with ice water.

It was bone-chilling!

Qi Luo said. Luo knew that he had made the right bet.

He quickly put the remaining half bottle of potion into Black's hand.

Then he stepped into the fire door first!

Black looked at Quirrell's disappearing back with disdain.

Then he looked at it with disgust. Look at the half bottle of potion left in your hand

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

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

Then he placed the undrinkable bottle near the fire door when he returned.

Choose one of the two, and there is another bottle that has been drunk.

If so, haha Lee still couldn't guess which bottle was correct.

Then it really... couldn't be carried away...

Blake looked at the flame door in front of him.

As for how to get through without drinking the potion?

Blake smiled.

The levitating cloak was Bao... stepped directly in...

This small flame could not do anything about Blake's levitating cloak!

The fire flashed.

A new room appeared in front of Blake.

This room was circular.

In the middle was placed A huge mirror.

And Quirrell is now anxiously circling the mirror.

This is completely different from what he imagined!

In his imagination.

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

Why is there only A mirror?

Where's the Philosopher's Stone?

Quirrell is already a little panicked now.

When he sneaks in here tonight, he has already sunk the boat. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

If he can't find the Philosopher's Stone.

Then he Even if he is not beaten to death by Dumbledore, he will still be tortured to death by his master!

Quirrell looked at himself in the mirror.

There was a confused expression on his face.

This mirror was really strange.

He actually saw himself in the mirror He dedicated the Philosopher's Stone to his master.

And his master was also in a state after resurrection!

He rewarded himself!

And the Death Eaters around him looked at him with jealousy in their eyes!

All of this was so beautiful..

But... it's just a scene in the mirror.

Where is the Philosopher's Stone?

At this time, Quirrell already felt that Voldemort's consciousness was a little impatient!

He quickly took out his wand and started tapping on the mirror.

He was sure, This must be a little trick played by Dumbledore!

He must be able to crack it!

Black stood aside and watched Quirrell busy.

He touched his nose and slowly approached the mirror.

This mirror should It's the legendary Mirror of Erised.

In the mirror, people can see what they desire most deep in their hearts.

Blake had already seen this mirror with his own eyes.

Harry saw it in the mirror. His own parents.

Ron saw himself becoming a prefect and leading the Gryffindor team to win the Quidditch Cup.

As for Dumbledore...

Black wasn't sure what Dumbledore was doing now. When looking in the mirror, will he see another bad old man?

But... now Blake just wants to see what he can see in the mirror.

Seeing Blake approaching, Quirrell feels very uncomfortable.

He knows how powerful Blake is... if he The Philosopher's Stone, which he couldn't find after searching for a long time, was found by Black...

He was almost 100% sure.

What a terrible change would happen to Voldemort's attitude towards him!

"You wait aside, I will find the magic stone 0........"

"If you are too close, it will affect me! Quirrell asked Black not to come near.

"Um?"

Blake rolled his eyes and knew what Quirrell was thinking.

"Oh, I don't think I'll be in your way, Professor"

"As far as I know, this mirror should be called the Mirror of Erised"

"Able to reflect what people desire most"

"I'm just curious, what is it that my heart longs for most?"

"So I wanted to take a photo.

Quirrell said angrily:"I said...don't...uh!""

He covered his head and fell to the ground with pain on his face.

"You loser...you can't find it...let Blake do it!"

Voldemort's hoarse voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

Quirrell's face was filled with unwillingness, but……

"Yes...as you wish, my master……"

Quirrell stepped aside.

He gave the mirror in front of him to Blake.

Blake scratched his head.

He really just wanted to look in the mirror.

I have no intention of looking for the Philosopher's Stone at all... but seeing the current situation, it seems that I have no choice but to not look for it.

Blake walked over helplessly.

He walked directly in front of the mirror.

Looking at myself in the mirror

"Um? Magic stone?"Blake looked at himself in the mirror with some surprise.

The self in the mirror did have the magic stone in his hand.

But... it seems that the number...is a bit too much?

Yes, Blake in the mirror is sitting on a hill...

Well, it's a hill made of magic...

And the magic stone in Black's hand seems to look a little different from the magic stone under his butt.

It looks even more dazzling!

And just around Black...

When Black When I see the scene around me

"puff!"

Blake quickly covered his nose that was about to bleed. If the picture were to be shown, it would probably have to fill the screen with holy light...

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

I am obviously a gentleman!

How could I think of this......

This magic mirror is slandering me!

He is slandering me!

Ahem, something feels weird. Let me take another look.……

"Blake, what's wrong with you?"Voldemort's hoarse voice came.

After all, Black looked a bit scary.

He was just standing in front of the mirror.

Then his expression suddenly changed and he covered his nose.……

"Ahem, it’s nothing, I just seem to be a little obsessed with this mirror!"

Blake said with a serious face.

As if he was really cursed.

"Let me do it."Voldemort said, about to take away control of Quirrell's body.

At this moment

"Hooray!"

The flames of the fire door suddenly flashed.

A figure broke in!

"You...you guys?"

Harry looked at the two people in front of him.

He was so shocked that he couldn't breathe!

"Yeah...that's us."

Blake reluctantly looked away from the mirror.

4.7 with an evil smile on his face

"I was just wondering if I'd run into you here, Harry Potter……"

"But...I thought it was Snape……"

Harry looked at Black in shock, who looked completely different from before.

"Oh...Snape, of course, that poor guy, always took the blame……"

"I told you so, didn't I? Stop keeping your eyes on poor old Snape."

"He is just a poor old man who cannot be loved, and suffers from enemies NTR……"

Quirrell also came over

"Snape really doesn't look like a good guy, he's flying around like a giant bat"

"But this helped me a lot!"

"With him standing in front of him, who would doubt his honest duty, poor Professor Quirrell?"

Harry can't believe all this.

This can't be true!

Let's not talk about Quirrell.

Black... Black is a new student like himself. And... it was he and Hagrid who brought him into the wizarding world together! That's the same!

He helped me teach Uncle Vernon and his family a lesson that bullied me!

How could he be a bad guy?!

And Quirrell……

"……Snape once tried to kill me! Didn't you save me? I saw it all in heaven that day! You are reciting the counter-curse for me……"

"Ha ha ha ha! It's really interesting. It's obvious that I'm chanting a curse to harm you, and Snape is chanting a counter-curse to save you, but you think it's Snape who's harming you? Quirrell laughed loudly and started the villain's usual self-destruction routine.

Just as Quirrell walked through the process of a villain dying from talking too much and explained everything to Harry thoughtfully.

Black, who had nothing to do, strolled back to the magic mirror again.

"Tsk, that’s great……"

Admiring the holy light that filled the screen, he wiped his saliva.

Then I felt a hard object suddenly appear in my hand……

"Damn it? No! Are you serious?".