Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

"I think I roughly understand Professor Snape's arrangement," Andre ignored Hermione who was still thinking hard about which two bottles were wine and which three bottles were poison. He carefully looked at the two flames before and after, Then he said: "This is a magic flame made of potion materials. If you want to pass through it, you can only rely on specially prepared potions."

There are records of this kind of flame in the library, but every time the flame made of this potion changes a material, a new fire-proof potion must be made for the changed material to ensure that people passing through will not be burned by the flames. .

With Snape's knowledge in potions, he would definitely not use a popular formula. The two flames of different colors were definitely customized by him.

"So we still have to leave two people here?" Hearing Andre say the same thing, Ron seemed a little panicked.

Andre shook his head with a smile and said: "Of course not, we can solve this problem in other ways, but no matter what, Hermione must find the correct bottle of potion first."

Hermione, who had been walking around in front of the table, finally raised her furry head and said happily: "I know! This smallest bottle can help us pass through the black flames, and this round bottle can pass through Through the purple flames, let us go back."

"Very good, then now I have to ask you to go to another place to stay for a while." Andre said and took out his space pocket.

Harry and Ron suddenly said, "Yes, why didn't we think of that?"

The bag made from the Sniffing Abdominal Bag can carry living animals, and the space of about two cubic meters is enough for three little wizards to stay in it, but it will only be slightly squeezed.

After the three of them got into their pockets one by one, Andre picked up the smallest bottle of potion on the table and drank it in one gulp. A chill surged from his lower abdomen and he couldn't help but shiver.

Next, the black flames at the door did not cause any harm to him. After passing through this path with almost no light, Andre finally came to the last room.

Quirrell and Pettigrew were standing here as he expected. They didn't seem too surprised when they found Andre coming in. Instead, they looked at the first-year wizard with contempt.

"Look, look who's here?" Pettigrew's dirty, fat face no longer had the fear and uneasiness of not long ago. He seemed to have found his backbone, and smiled mockingly at Andre.

"Mr. Ivanov, it seems that you are really brave. You actually dare to come to the door alone." Quirrell no longer pretended to stutter, he said in a very clear voice.

Andre smiled, then took out the pocket in his arms and said, "Actually, there are four of us here, although you may think there is no difference."

While he was speaking, the three Harrys had already gotten out of their pockets.

"Oh, I can't believe you actually brought Harry Potter here. I don't know how happy our respected master will be!" Quirrell couldn't help seeing the three little wizards appearing. He opened his mouth.

"Professor Quirrell!?" Only then did Harry realize that the person standing in the room was not Snape as he had imagined, but the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor that Andre had always told him - Quirrell.

Quirrell nodded calmly: "It's me. I have to thank Mr. Ivanov. He is really my Santa Claus and actually brought you directly to me."

"But, I thought it was Snape..." Harry said uneasily.

"Hahaha!" Quirrell burst out laughing. This laughter was different from his usual sharp and harsh trill, but a chilling sneer: "Yes, Snape does not look like that. Like a good guy, right? He's like a giant bat, flying around in the castle all day long, but this is really helpful to us. After all, with him here, who would doubt... But... Where is the poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

"So, it's really you who cast a curse on me on the court, not Snape?" Harry finally began to face what Andre said to him. He was extremely upset now, although in terms of the actual situation , no matter who he suspected, the result was actually the same.

The corners of Quirrell's mouth raised slightly, and this expression made him look even more evil: "Of course it was me. If Snape hadn't been chanting his breaking spell beside him, I would have thrown you off the broom, and that day If it hadn't been for that damn wind, even Snape couldn't have stopped me."

"Actually, I was the one who released that gust of wind." Andre interjected at the right time.

This made Quirrell couldn't help but narrow his eyes and look coldly at the kid who was almost as tall as him.

Harry continued to ask in disbelief: "You mean Snape wants to save me?"

Quirrell no longer wanted to pay attention to the savior at this time. Anyway, he would definitely kill Harry today. Instead, it was Andre. He found that this man seemed to be the leader of these brats. At least Hermione and Ron stood obediently behind him, looking at the opposite side warily.

Not bothering to waste any more words, Quirrell stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. Several thick and long hemp ropes appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the young wizards like snakes.

However, if you want to rely on this trick to deal with Harry and the others, Andre is not that easy to deal with. He has faced the siege of a goblin and three dark wizards. At that time, he was not as strong as he is now.

With a flick of the wand, several long ropes that were actually made of magic were cut off in an instant, and then dissipated into the air again.

Quirrell was a little surprised. He thought he could easily tie up these little wizards with just one hand.

"There's no need to be so anxious, Professor Quirrell, I think we can still talk about Pettigrew, or if the gentleman behind your head is willing to show up, we can also have a good talk with him." Andre Said calmly.

This sentence not only changed the expression of Pettigrew on the side, but also showed a hint of surprise on Quirrell's face. He couldn't help but said: "How do you know?"

Andre smiled and ignored Quirrell's question.

At this time, Voldemort's hoarse voice sounded from Quirrell: "I'm also curious, how did you guess that I was behind Quirrell's head? Let me talk to him."

Quirrell immediately said in horror: "But Master, your physical strength..."

"I still have this little strength. Let me talk to him, Quirrell."

Following these words, Quirrell hurriedly untied his turban, then turned around, facing away from the people.

It was not the back of the head that an ordinary person should have, but a terrifying face, as pale as flour, with blood-red eyes that seemed to be able to emit light, and there were only two snake-like holes left at the nose that should have been standing upright. .