Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

The room fell silent.

If they turn back, there will be absolutely no danger. All the levels have been cracked. What they have to do is very simple, turn around, tell others everything here, and then they can retire.

But if they continue to move forward, not to mention how to pass through the black flames, just facing Professor Snape - and maybe even a mysterious person will make the little wizards' scalps numb and their two sides fighting.

The little wizards quickly turned their heads, hoping to come up with a way to get the best of both worlds.

Harry broke the silence.

"Go back! Use the broom to fly out, find the owl, and tell Dumbledore everything here. He will definitely come back to rescue us! He is the only one who can deal with Voldemort!" Harry said, "As for me." He looked at the flames in front of him, "I will go through the flames, find Snape, and then contain him."

"But!"

"It's okay, he's always wanted to cause trouble for me, hasn't he?" Harry pretended to be indifferent, "Maybe when he sees me, he will keep making bad comments and give up looking for the Sorcerer's Stone... In that case, I think I could put it off all day."

He shrugged, "It's just being bitten by others. I'm quite used to doing this kind of thing."

"But if the mysterious man is there too!" Neville interrupted nervously, "You will be killed! There is no way we can defeat him. Have you forgotten the last time we were in the Forbidden Forest? Let’s go back together!”

Harry's expression was stiff. Apparently, he was remembering his bad experience of being scared away by just one look.

Yet he is Harry Potter, a protagonist and, to be precise, a protagonist destined to be the savior.

So, of course, he possesses the qualities of those predecessors he didn't know - courage.

Without thinking for long, Harry just blinked and regained his confidence, "It's okay, look, I have this." He stretched out his hand and smoothed his hair upward, revealing the scar on his forehead, "I am The boy who survived Voldemort, the boy who survived! If it was there, maybe I could have saved the day? You think so, right?"

The little wizards were shocked by his words, and they were all stunned on the spot for a moment.

Harry felt a little embarrassed when they looked at him and shifted his gaze slightly, "What, what's wrong..."

Then, he was hugged by an excited Hermione, "Harry, you are such an amazing wizard!" she said.

Harry was a little shy, and he stammered, "No, no, I, I... Actually, Hermione, you are the best wizard!"

Hermione shook her head, "I'm just, well, a nerd. I still have a lot to learn... friendship, courage, and calmness." As she said this, she became embarrassed.

"Okay buddy, if you insist on that, we'll leave first." Ron interrupted their conversation. He didn't want to stay in this place at all. As he said that, he picked up the bottle of potion on the far right, "Um, are you sure there's nothing wrong with this bottle of potion?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbed the bottle, took a long sip, and said angrily, "You should believe this, right?!"

Ron scratched his head.

Hermione wanted to hand the bottle to Robert, but found that he suddenly disappeared.

"Hey, Robert, did you use the Disillusionment Curse?" Hermione looked around confusedly, but found no one.

"Well, you go first, I'll accompany Harry to take a look." Robert's voice sounded behind him, "Don't worry, I will be very careful."

I just don’t know how much confidence the students have in facing the enemy when facing Voldemort whose strength has been greatly reduced - or perhaps greatly increased...

Run for your life.

Ron said disdainfully, "Don't be ridiculous, there is only potion for one person here, do you want Harry to be burned to death?"

Hermione glared at him, "Can you speak properly!"

"What's wrong with me?" Ron frowned and asked stiffly, "Did I say something wrong?"

"..." Harry felt that his aura of disregard for death had been completely destroyed by Ron, and even his courage to move forward had been drained away.

but……

He shook his head. No matter what, he had to face Snape.

Stop him from stealing the Philosopher's Stone!

With this thought, Harry picked up the small light blue bottle and poured the potion into his mouth.

The potion was like biting ice, and the chill swept through his body. Harry took a deep breath and rushed towards the black flames.

The two people who were still arguing finally stopped, and Harry heard Hermione worriedly calling him to pay attention to his safety.

Black flames filled the entire corridor, and the amount of potion was too little. Harry ran as hard as he could, and finally rushed out of the black flames before the potion wore off.

With a "plop", he fell to the ground.

It happened to fall at someone's feet.

Harry was not surprised that there was someone inside. What really shocked him was that the person inside was neither Snape nor Voldemort.

But...

"Professor Quirrell!" Harry's eyes widened, unable to believe what he saw, "Why, how could it be you?!"

"Good evening, Potter, of course it's me." He gave an ugly smile, "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, and you appeared in front of me."

"But... shouldn't it be Snape..."

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed, and the eerie laughter was frightening. "Well, he doesn't really look like a nice guy, does he? He's like a giant bat, flying around, Attracting everyone's attention is a great help. After all, with such a big goal ahead, who would doubt poor, stuttering Professor Quirrell?"

Harry was completely stunned, "But, he wanted to throw me to death!"

"Oh... I did it, but it was offset by Snape's breaking spell." Quirrell said lightly, "I'm really unlucky, aren't I? Miss Granger suddenly rushed over and lit Snape on fire. Nep’s robe, and as she ran away, she knocked me off the stand and just broke my gaze.”

Harry subconsciously shook his head in disbelief. This was so surprising!

The weak and bully professor wants to kill him, but the cold-tongued professor is trying hard to save his life.

Oh my God!

This... this is really... so bloody!

Harry was in a daze. What had I been doing against Snape for so many days?

Is this being transformed?

Quirrell was still explaining endlessly, and tied up Harry who was a little distracted.

After Harry reacted, he naturally began to struggle, twisting and turning on the ground in a very magical shape.

Robert saw this scene as soon as he walked out of the fire, and he was a little doubtful now...

Is there something wrong with the style of Hogwarts?