Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 337 Come on, tonight is an exciting adventure time!
Perhaps it was God's will in the dark, on the same day Voldemort decided to steal the treasure-the day the final exam of the first grade was over, Harry figured out the key to the matter.

His time-delayed reaction system finally realized that the timing of Hagrid getting the dragon egg was too coincidental, so he ran to ask Hagrid who followed his egg, and when he finally learned that Hagrid won the egg, Tell the Eggman the "secret" that his little Lu Wei (three-headed dog) stopped the concert and passed out.

Harry realized the seriousness of the problem, and then thought of going to the principal to make a report, but of course the principal would not be at school, and Professor McGonagall thought they were talking nonsense, after many "attempts to report" and failed.

Harry decided to solve this problem by himself, and his second-year proposal received positive responses from the smart Miss Granger and the not-so-smart Mr. Ron. With Harry's invisibility cloak, the three believed that they would not be taught again. They found out, so the three of them decided to visit the castle again at night.

Although there were some minor problems during the process, such as encountering a certain Neville who tried to stop them and Pepper who was wandering around in the middle of the night looking for fun, in the end they reached the corridor on the fourth floor smoothly.

"Look! The harp! Snape has already been here!" Harry pointed to the harp beside Lu Wei with a solemn expression.

"Hermione, play the flute, don't let it wake up." Ron pointed to the trapdoor on the floor: "We're going in there."

Hermione played the flute out of tune, but Lu Wei still fell asleep very cooperatively. The three of them came carefully to the dark cave entrance and looked at each other.

Harry took a deep breath: "I'll jump first later, there's no problem and you can follow me down. But if something happens to me, you should turn around immediately, go to the owl hut in Sita, and send Hedwig to deliver a letter to Dumbledore ,OK?"

Ron nodded sharply: "I see!"

Hermione, who was playing the flute, expressed [why didn't you come back after writing the letter just now] with her eyes.

Greedy life and fear of death are not in the Gryffindor dictionary! ——Harry jumped up with such a thought, and jumped down violently.

"Come down! Soft landing! It's safe down there—!"

Ron Howe didn't hesitate, and jumped down. Hermione, who was playing the flute, really wanted to go back and write letters now, but felt that it was all coming. She didn't think too much, and jumped down too.

"Honestly, it's a blessing to have this pile of plants here." Ron said as soon as Hermione fell to the ground.

"Fortunately what! Look at you two!" Hermione yelled, jumped up, and struggled to move towards a damp wall.

Because as soon as she fell, the plant vines on the ground wrapped around her ankles, and Harry and Ron were unknowingly wrapped around their waists by the long vines.

Hermione broke free before the vines could grab her firmly.Then she watched in horror as the two boys tried desperately to tear the vines away, but the more they struggled, the faster and tighter they tangled.

"Hold on!" Hermione yelled at them. "I know what this is! It's the devil's web!"

"Oh my god, I'm so glad we finally know what it's called, it will help us a lot." Ron groaned and pulled the vines to keep them from wrapping around his neck.

"Shut up, I'm trying to figure out how to kill it!" Hermione yelled, spinning in circles.

"Please think quickly, I'm suffocating!" gasped Harry, suffocating him as if the vine was wrapping itself around his chest.

"Devil's net, what did Professor Sprout say about the devil's net? Yes! Said it likes the dark and the damp—"

"Then set it on fire!" Harry almost choked.

"Yeah! That's right! Of course it's possible but there's no firewood here!" cried Hermione, wringing her hands anxiously.

"Are you crazy!?" Ron yelled. "Are you a witch or not?"

"Oh, that's right! I can do magic!" Hermione hastily pulled out her wand, waved it, muttering something, and then shot a blue flame from the tip of the wand.

In just a few seconds, the two boys felt the vines receding from the light and warmth, and loosened their hold on them.The plants twisted and twitched, letting go of their tendrils, and Harry and Ron were finally free.

"It's a good thing you listened carefully in herbalism class, Hermione." Harry said, retreating to the wall like Hermione, wiping the sweat off his face.

"Yeah, thanks to you." Ron said, "It's also lucky that Harry didn't panic like you at the critical moment. 'But there's no firewood here'. Look what you just said!"

"Shut up!" Hermione blushed.

"This way."

The three began to break through the level. With Harry's excellent Quidditch skills, they grabbed the key that had been ravaged by Quirrell, and they broke through the second checkerboard level with Ron's excellent monster card skills.

Then came the third level-the answer level.

"Oh~ Hermione, it's up to you for this level. These questions give me a headache." Ron rolled his eyes and gave up his seat.

Harry stood aside consciously.

"These questions are all exam questions. Nothing difficult." Hermione took over the round with great interest.

10 minutes later
"I don't know how to do this question. This should be the content of senior grades." Hermione's hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

"It's over, it's over, this is question No. 30, there won't be seventy questions in the future, right? We can't make it through!" Ron hugged Nandai in despair, he didn't look at the questions, and when the questions reached the tenth question He couldn't understand it.

"Anyway, it's a multiple-choice question! Choose one at random! There is always a way!" Harry gritted his teeth and stepped forward to choose C.

Then the blue screen turned red, and a text appeared on it: [Wrong answer (1/7), next question: No.30 question, in the magic pattern structure.]

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Ron looked at Hermione: "There are six more chances! Do you know this question?"

Hermione froze and shook her head: "No, no."

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Harry waved his hand violently, and said, "Never mind him! If you don't, just choose randomly! There's always a chance you'll hit the right one!"

Then [answer wrong (6/7)]

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Hermione closed her eyes in despair: "Harry, how did you get six questions wrong in a row? It's over, we're going to stop at this level."

Harry was short of breath, his eyes were red, and he yelled like a gambler: "I don't believe it! This time I will definitely choose the right one!!!"

Then [answer wrong (7/7)]

gameover
The screen was completely red, and when the three fell into despair, a new change appeared on the screen——

[The result of your magic knowledge level test is: junior wizard.There is no limit to learning, please continue to work hard and make persistent efforts. 】

Then the door opened.opened.
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The three looked at each other with stiff expressions, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

In the end, Ron spoke: "We... seem to have passed the test?"

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"It seems so. Let's keep going." Harry didn't know what to say. Anyway, he felt that the originally serious atmosphere was destroyed by this inexplicable level.

The three stepped into the next door without saying a word
Pushing open the door, there doesn't seem to be anything scary here, there is only a table with seven bottles of different shapes on it.

"It's a potion, it's Snape's checkpoint." Harry said, "What should we do?"

As soon as the three of them crossed the threshold, a purple flame rose suddenly behind them, sealing the doorway.At the same time, black flames shot up from the door leading to the front, and they were trapped here
"Look!" Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment next to the bottle, on which was written something like a riddle: "This is a logical reasoning problem! Many of the greatest wizards do not have the slightest ability to reason logically, so they have to Trapped here forever!"

"And we, we can't get out, can we?"

"Of course not," said Hermione. "All we need to know is on this piece of paper. Seven bottles: three for poison; two for wine; one to get us safely through the black flames, and one Can send us back through the purple flame."

"But how do we know which one to drink?"

"Give me five minutes."

(I wanted to copy the puzzles and suspected hydrology, so I decided to be lazy and refer to the original text 8, ahem, that is, Ron and Hermione go back, Harry goes forward, and the latter part is not accepted money) (pretend to update three thousand words)
Harry stood behind her and read the story with her: [Danger is ahead, safety is behind.There are two of us who can help you.Drink them, one leads you forward and the other sends you back where you came from.Two contained nettle wine.Three are killers, waiting in line.Choose, unless you wish to be here forever.We also provide four clues to help you choose: first, no matter how cunningly the poison hides, they are actually standing on the left side of the nettle wine;None of them will work for you if you want to move forward; third, you'll find bottles of varying sizes.There is no death hidden in the giant and the dwarf; the fourth, the second from the left and the second from the right, though different in appearance, taste the same. 】

"Wonderful." Hermione read the paper a few more times.She walked up and down the row of bottles, talking to herself and pointing to this or that bottle.Finally, she clapped her hands happily.

"Got it," she said. "This smallest bottle can help us get through the black flames—to get to the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry looked at the unassuming little bottle.

"There's only enough for one person," he said, "not a mouthful."

They look at each other.

"Which bottle will bring you back through the purple flame?"

Hermione pointed to a round bottle on the far right.

"You drink that bottle," Harry said, "don't interrupt, listen to me, you go back and grab two broomsticks from the room with flying keys, and they will carry you through the trapdoor, from Lu Wei Pass, go directly to the hut where the owl lives, and send Hedwig to deliver a message to Dumbledore, we need him to rescue. I may be able to contain Snape for a while, but I am by no means his match."

"But Harry, what if You-Know-Who is with him?"

"Well - I got away with it once before, remember?" Harry said, pointing to the scar on his forehead, "I might even get away with it."

Ron and Hermione watched Harry in silence, touched by his bravery.

"Harry, you're going to be a great wizard." Hermione gave Harry a hug.

"I'm not as good as you," said Harry very embarrassed, and Hermione let go of him.

Hermione shook her head and said, "I just study hard, and rely on a little cleverness. Besides, there are many more important things that I don't have, like friendship and courage—"

Ron pushed Hermione away and hugged Harry tightly: "We'll be back soon! Be careful!"

"You guys drink first," Harry pointed to the small bottle and said, "Hermione, are you sure it's these two bottles, can't you make a mistake?"

"Absolutely not." Hermione picked up the round bottle on the right and took a big sip, shivering all over.

"It's not poison, is it?" Harry asked worriedly.

"No—but it's like ice, and it's biting cold."

Ron stuck out his tongue and took a sip too.

"Hurry up, you guys go, it will be invalid after a while."

"Good luck—" "Be careful—"

"Come on!"

Hermione and Ron turned and walked straight through the purple flames.

Harry took a deep breath, grabbed the smallest bottle, and faced the black flames.

"I'm here." After he finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the liquid in the small bottle in one gulp.

It really penetrated his whole body like ice.He put down the bottle and walked forward.He mustered up his courage and saw the black flames licking his body, but he didn't feel anything, and at that moment, he couldn't see anything, only the black flames in front of his eyes——

Then, he came to the other side smoothly and entered the last room.

But there was already someone in there - but it wasn't Snape, and it wasn't even Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)