Start at Marvel's Hogwarts Hoo

"Danger is ahead, safety is behind,

There are two of us who can help you.

Drink them all, and one will lead you forward,

The other sends you back to where you came from.

Two filled with nettle wine,

Three are killers, waiting in line.

Choose, unless you wish to procrastinate here forever.

First, no matter how cunningly the poison hides,

In fact, they all stand on the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are different,

None of them will work for you if you want to move forward;

Third, you will find that the bottles vary in size,

There is no death hidden in giants and dwarfs;

Fourth, second from the left and second from the right,

Although the appearance is different, the taste is the same. "

Harry read the note on the table with a complicated expression.

What is this all about?

"This is a very simple mathematical logical thinking question. I have done many similar questions before..." Hermione looked at the neat rows of potions on the table. "The door we came in from and the door leading to the next level." They are all covered in flames, and if we can’t solve this puzzle, we will be trapped here and die.”

"But how did Snape get to the next level?"

Harry was confused, seeing no empty bottles on the table.

"Maybe for a wizard like him, this fire magic is easy to understand?" Hermione stared at the note in her hand and said without raising her head, "Okay, Harry, whether he is Snape or not, we must Stop him...remember that horrible image of the troll outside? We can't let someone like this get the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry waited quietly, constantly cheering himself up... He would not let Hermione go to the next level. She was his best friend's fiancée, and he had to take care of her safety. .

"Okay, I found it!"

As Hermione said, this is just a very simple mathematical logical thinking question. Any child who has been persecuted by the elementary school Mathematical Olympiad can easily solve this question... I can only say that the person who asked the question is still too young. So young.

"This bottle goes forward, this bottle goes back. Harry..."

"Go back, Hermione... I have to move forward." Harry looked at Hermione with firm eyes.

"But..." She wanted to say, with your half-baked spell casting skills, weren't you going in to deliver food to others?

"No but...don't forget the scar on my head." Harry smiled and took the potion from her hand that could move forward.

After drinking the potion with mixed emotions, Hermione hugged Harry.

"Then I'll go back and see Ron and the others first... I must come back alive. John also wants to ask you to be the best man..."

"must."

Harry left, and Hermione watched him pass through the flame door, as if he was being swallowed by the flames.She couldn't help but shudder again.

Thinking about Ron with a bloody head, thinking about the tragic death of the giant monster outside, and thinking about the danger Harry was about to face, she couldn't help but complain in her heart, why was John not by her side at this moment? .

She is really, really scared...

Harry bravely passed through the flames, but the hot feeling he imagined did not come, as if the flames were just decorations.

What a magical potion!

He was thinking and found a room with light not far away.Presumably, Snape is there.

He will definitely stop this old bat and reveal the true face of this bad guy in front of all the teachers and students in the school!

Thinking about the points deducted and the confinement he had received from Snape in the past days, Harry couldn't help but feel hot in his heart... You are finished, old bat!

"What the hell..."

Harry forced a smile, haha... why is Snape wearing Professor Quirrell's robe... disgusting~ he is so funny.

In the room, the hooded wizard standing in front of the Mirror of Erised turned his head.

"Harry..."

It was Quirrell with a gloomy face.

"Harry, you're finally here."

"Professor Quirrell...why is it you..."

He still couldn't believe that the usually honest Quirrell was the real culprit behind trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone... What the hell is this?Trying to survive?Bear the humiliation and bear the burden?This is so damn inspiring!

Harry was in a state of confusion. It looked like he and Ron had really wronged Snape.

"But didn't Snape want to kill me? The night the troll appeared, there were still scars on his legs from the bites of the three-headed dog..."

"Haha, Snape... I am the one who wants to kill you! Stupid Harry..." Professor Quirrell said, gritting his teeth, as if Harry was his father-killing enemy, and he no longer had the gentleness and humility of the past. "I want to kill you, but that traitor Snape has been messing with me... I could have gotten the Philosopher's Stone that night. If he hadn't suddenly rushed out to interfere with me, I would have gotten the Philosopher's Stone long ago!"

Looking at Quirrell with a crazy look on his face, Harry could not help but feel a little scared... This man must be sick, and he wants to kill himself without any vengeance.

"Come this way, Potter!"

Quirrell shouted, a little impatiently.

"Come here, look in this mirror, and tell me... where is the Philosopher's Stone?"

Harry walked over timidly... It seemed that Quirrell hadn't found the Philosopher's Stone yet, so he had to follow the situation to see what was going on... What's more, he wanted to see his parents again.

Harry did not see his parents again this time.

There was only an identical Harry Potter in the mirror, with a proud smile on his face. He stretched out two fingers lightly and took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket...Merlin's beard!

He touched his clothes bag subconsciously, and sure enough, there was something hard like a stone inside.

"Tell me, Harry... what did you see?" Quirrell's voice returned to the gentle way he used to lecture them. "Tell me, Harry... you will get whatever you want, I promise. "

Quirrell was a good professor...just a lot less qualified than Snape.This is recognized by all little lions.

Although he may seem timid, the Ravenclaw-born man is able to deliver every lesson clearly and engagingly.Harry no longer knew how many times he had heard compliments given to him in the common room.

Now it seems...the little lions are still trusting others.

He turned away secretly.

"I... saw my parents..."

His voice trembled, as if his soul had been sucked away by the mirror

"They said our family would live a happy life... They even called me over and said they wanted to take a good look at me..."

His expression was the same as when he first used the magic mirror... He was looking back at his state at that time, that kind of disbelief.

"Oh, you will be happy if you give me the Philosopher's Stone, Harry... So why don't you ask them where the Philosopher's Stone is?"

Quirrell forced out a smile and patted Harry's shoulder gently.

"You idiot!" A fierce scolding voice suddenly came from under Quirrell's turban. "He is lying to you! The Philosopher's Stone is in his pocket!"

Damn it!Something is going to happen!

Harry's heart tightened, and he turned around and started running.

"Stop! Damn it Potter!"

Quirrell roared with embarrassment and waved his skinny hand, and a steady stream of flames poured out from the candles around the room and chased after Harry.

Damn it!Just a little bit.

When Harry was about to rush out of the room, a surging wave of fire blocked the door, and a poisonous tongue of fire licked towards him, forcing him to dodge... After this dodge, he could no longer rush out. opportunity.

"Harry Potter! I thought you would be an obedient and good boy... It seems that you need a little punishment... What do you think of cutting out your deceptive tongue..."

Quirrell glared at Harry who was standing on the steps, and slowly walked towards him.

"let me…"

"But Master, you haven't recovered yet..."

"I told you to do it in person...you incompetent fool!"

Quirrell's face twitched unconsciously, making Harry feel chilled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my respected master..."

He turned his back to Harry.

Just as Harry looked at him doubtfully and thought about whether to secretly give him a round of Expelliarmus, Quirrell reached out his hand and untied his turban.

V...V...Old Demon!

"Nose guy!"

Harry subconsciously exclaimed... This was John's private name for Voldemort.They were originally a little afraid that this title would bring about some trouble, but seeing that John was easy to call and the description was indeed more appropriate, they also called him that in private.

"Harry Potter...the Boy-Who-Lived..."

Voldemort didn't bother with that title... He had more important things to do now.

In the past 11 years, he has never forgotten that humiliating night, the night when he was given a chicken leg by a helpless baby and even had to abandon his original body and become a wandering soul.

He is the all-powerful Dark Lord, Voldemort.How could he lose so absurdly...

That damn prophecy said that Harry Potter would be the savior of the wizarding world and the one who killed himself... This was absolutely impossible.

He is the Dark Lord, immortal and immortal... nothing can kill him, and even if he leaves, he will definitely come back.

And the return of the king must be announced to the world... Then use you as a warning to these stupid people in the world.

Kill you and throw your body at the door of the Ministry of Magic, and they will know it's time to welcome their King!

The noseless monster looked at Harry with blazing eyes, controlled Quirrell's body and walked towards him in a curious manner.