Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

Balon didn't wait long - Harry himself was an excellent seeker, and with the tacit cooperation of his two partners, it didn't take much effort to grab the key, then hurriedly jumped back to the ground and ran over. Just open the door.

"Don't open the door in a hurry yet."

Balon stopped them again: "Which of you is the best at chess?"

"It should be me."

Ron stood up this time: "Is it necessary to play chess to pass the next level?"

"Yes, but it's more than that. In the next level, we need to replace the chess pieces on the board with ourselves to act. And if the chess pieces we play are eaten, it is equivalent to our bodies directly bearing the attack... So in order to avoid not being able to For necessary injuries, the fewer people on the field, the better, and it is best if only the person who knows how to play chess is on the field alone."

"I see."

Ron hesitated for a moment, took the key from Harry and inserted it into the keyhole: "Then I'll go in first."

Balon, Harry and Hermione watched Ron's back, watching him replace Black's chariot and direct the large chess pieces to fight with White's chess pieces. The giant chess pieces waved their weapons and ruthlessly smashed the opponents they wanted to eat into pieces. Ron took careful steps while giving orders with a solemn gaze. The chess pieces on both sides were decreasing little by little...

Finally, the bishop under Ron beat the white king into pieces, picked up the crown that fell on the ground and handed it to Ron.

"I succeeded!"

He wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, waved and shouted to the three people watching the game at the door.

"Well done, Ron!"

Harry and Hermione ran over excitedly and gave Ron a high-five. Ron also looked back at Balon, who was standing aside with his arms folded, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Balon."

"Thank you for reminding me to go alone. Otherwise, according to the difficulty of this chess game, one of us will definitely be knocked down. Look at the ferocity of those chess pieces... God, I can't imagine what it would be like to be beaten by them. Feel it!”

Baron smiled at him: "You're welcome, it's just to reduce losses."

"And don't be too happy too early. This is just a trap. The real difficulties are yet to come."

Harry and the others were shocked - yes, Snape was still waiting for them in front of the magic left by Dumbledore!

"Then let's act quickly!"

In the next room were two giant monsters that had been knocked unconscious. They fell limply to the ground and rolled their eyes. There was a big bump on their head that was about the same size as their heads.

"Ha, Snape saved us some trouble! I hope these trolls can drain his energy and make him weaker..."

Balon glanced at Ron and said nothing.

Soon, they entered the next and penultimate room - he opened the next door, and for a moment, the two of them simply didn't dare to look at what was waiting for them next - but there was nothing here. The scary thing was just a table with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it.

"This should be the magic left by Snape," Harry said, "He must have passed by effortlessly, but what should we do?"

Suddenly, a flame rose from the entrance where the four people came in, blocking the door without leaving any gaps. The flames emitted a dazzling purple fire, and the heat waves they formed caused them to feel slight pain even though they were several meters away. At the same time, the doorway leading to the front erupted in ominous black flames - and they were trapped in the middle.

"look!"

Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment lying next to the bottle. Harry and Ron stood behind her and read with her: "Danger is before you, safety is behind, and there are two of us who can help you. Put them Drink it, one will lead you forward, and the other will take you back to where you came from. Both are filled with nettle wine..."

"Don't guess, the smallest bottle is for forward, and the round bottle on the far right is for return."

Baron mercilessly interrupted the guessing game of several people: "Ken has already figured out the result. If you don't believe it, you can calculate it again, but we may not have much time."

"Well……"

Harry and the three of them looked at each other in confusion, then turned to look at the smallest bottle: "But there is only one mouthful of potion left in it. I'm afraid only one of us can go in..."

"I suggest Harry move forward and the others return."

Baron said in a deep voice: "Harry has a special quality that can protect him from bad luck to the greatest extent - this is why Ken and I dare to bring you first-year guys in."

"But, but...is there no other way? Baron, can you find a way to extinguish that flame?"

"It can't be done."

Balon shook his head: "That is the magic left by Snape himself. His attainments are much higher than ours. If he is willing to spend some time, it may be possible to crack it, but even then the Philosopher's Stone may have been broken long ago." Stolen..."

"I see."

Harry suddenly stepped forward and picked up the smallest bottle.

"Harry! You..."

"There is no other way! As Balon said, every extra second of delay increases the possibility of an accident! We must prevent Voldemort from getting the Sorcerer's Stone, otherwise I won't be the only one to do it." It’s a matter of death!” He shouted to his companions with a serious expression.

"...You're amazing, Harry."

Hermione rushed up to Harry with tears in her eyes and hugged Harry tightly, while Ron looked heavy and could only pat Harry on the shoulder: "Come back alive, buddy."

"Definitely." Harry forced a smile. Then he and Ron raised their heads and drank the corresponding potion at the same time, and then Hermione also drank the leaving potion...

"Sometimes I have to say that the thinking styles of Slytherin and Gryffindor are quite close."

Baron took the potion from Hermione's hand, but did not drink it, but put it back on the table: "I don't know why there is such a deep hatred."

As he spoke, under the astonished gazes of the three Harrys, he took out a small bottle of potion from his arms, the color of which was exactly the same as the bottle that Harry drank just now.

"You still have potions?!"

Hermione almost screamed.

"Of course, since Ken has figured out the mechanism in advance, wouldn't it be normal to take some potion back to find out the ingredients and then make an identical one?" Baron glanced at Hermione in confusion, then raised his head and drank it. He picked up the bottle of magic potion: "Of course I have to follow it. I can't help but be responsible for my actions, right?"

"Then let's..."

"No, just this bottle. What happens next is too dangerous for you two freshmen who have no special characteristics and are not strong in combat ability. Following the past will become a burden. What you have to do is to return to school immediately to write Write to Dumbledore for help."

"..."

In the end, Ron and Hermione walked through the purple flames with awkward expressions, and left a vague message: "I really can't like Slytherin people..."

"alright."

Balon turned to look at Harry with a solemn expression: "Let's go in - are you ready?"

"certainly."

He murmured, then took a deep breath, stepped into the black flames, and then shouted in surprise to the person who was already standing in the room: "Qiluo Cult——"

"All petrified!!"

A loud shout rang out from behind him, and then he felt something hit his back—a petrification spell, a petrification spell coming from the most unlikely direction.

Suddenly, Harry felt that his body was no longer in control, as motionless as a stone statue. He tried his best to open his eyes wide and roll his eyes, watching Balon come around from behind him and stand in front with an excited expression, bowing deeply to Quirrell, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably:

"I brought you Harry Potter."

"Professor Dark Lord."