Hogwarts Survival Sim

Hermione emerged from the flames, holding a round bottle in her hand.

She handed the potion to Ethan and hugged him tightly.

“Ethan, you must be careful!”

"Don't worry." He patted the girl hanging on him and consoled him, "I chased him away once in the Forbidden Forest, didn't I?"

"Okay, I should go."

After comforting Hermione, Ethan drank the potion in the bottle, and a cold feeling surged from the soles of his feet to his whole body.

Through the flames, Harry was waiting for him on the other side.

"Ethan!"

Harry felt that one of the luckiest things in his life was that he met Ethan in Diagon Alley on his birthday.

Although Ethan is a busy man and sometimes invisible, he really helps me a lot.

Just like now.

"Come on, Harry." Ethan stared into Harry's green eyes, "Time is running out."

About a minute passed, and Ethan closed his eyes.

"Can you hear me, Harry?" A familiar voice sounded in Harry's mind.

"I can hear it!" Harry replied excitedly in his heart. Although it was not the first time he saw Ethan use this magic, he still felt it was very magical.

"When you go in later, remember to tell me what's going on inside. We can delay for a while, and I guess Principal Dumbledore will be back soon."

"Well, I see."

"Oh, by the way, there's this." Ethan took out a stone from his pocket and tapped it gently with his wand.

Soon, the stone turned into a red crystal.

"Take this, maybe it will have a miraculous effect of confusing the real thing with the fake one."

When everything was ready, Harry picked up the bottle and drank the potion inside in one gulp.

"I am coming."

The black flames licked the cold body, and Harry's eyes darkened first, and then lit up again.

He had arrived at the last room, and there was a person standing inside.

"It's you!" Harry looked at the person in front of him in shock, their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirrell.

"It's me," Quirrell said with a sarcastic smile on his face, "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."

"But I thought—Snape—"

"Snape?" Quirrell's smile became even happier and colder. "He is really annoying, isn't he? Flying around like a huge bat, it does help us a lot. Having him If it were left there, who would doubt the poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

After saying that, before Harry could react, Quirrell snapped his fingers, and several ropes appeared out of thin air and tied Harry up tightly.

"Honestly, Potter, you are such a nuisance. You wander around the castle all day long. I'm really worried that you will expose my identity. In fact, I almost wanted to kill you before. Just after your first At a Quidditch match."

"Then-then why?"

Quirrell's face darkened obviously, and he said fiercely:

"That's not important, Potter! I'll get rid of you tonight."

"Before that, I have to crack the mechanism of this mirror and get the magic stone."

Quirrell looked at the mirror in front of him again and said to himself: "I am sure that the Philosopher's Stone is in this mirror, but how can I get it?"

"What should I do, Ethan? I'm tied up." Seeing that Quirrell no longer paid attention to him, Harry quickly asked in his mind.

"Buy time first and distract him. The Mirror of Erised is a magic left by Dumbledore. Quirrell will not be able to break it so easily."

"Ok."

Harry asked again: "I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest..."

"Yes, he was already targeting me at that time." Quirrell began to look at the back of the mirror. "He wanted to scare me, but I have the Dark Lord as my backer."

"Then I heard you crying in the classroom a few days ago..."

A flash of fear flashed across Quirrell's face.

"Yes, my master is so great, but my strength is so small, and I can never complete the tasks he assigns to me."

"Damn it! Where is the Philosopher's Stone? Do I want to break the mirror? Please help me, Master!"

Harry wanted to say something more, but at this moment, a third voice suddenly sounded in the room.

The voice was hoarse and cold, as if coming from Quirrell's body.

"Use that boy...use that boy..."

"Okay," Quirrell clapped his hands, and the rope around Harry was automatically untied, "come here, Potter."

Harry stood up slowly and walked slowly over.

As he stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, something magical happened.

Harry smiled when he saw himself in the mirror. He reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, and then put it back.

Then, Harry felt something heavy enter his pocket, and in the other pocket was the stone that Ethan gave to him.

"I got the Philosopher's Stone, Ethan!" Harry said excitedly.

"This is not a good thing, Harry." Ethan said helplessly, "It is difficult for Quirrell to get the Sorcerer's Stone from the mirror, but he can get it from you easily."

Harry froze.

"Will they know that I got the Philosopher's Stone?"

Before Ethan could answer, Quirrell said:

"Potter, tell me now, what do you see in the mirror?"

"I saw myself shaking Dumbledore's hand," he began to make up, "and I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

"Lying...he's lying. Let me tell him personally."

"Master, your strength has not recovered yet."

"I still have this little strength."

As Quirrell took off his scarf little by little, a hideous and terrifying face appeared in front of Harry.

"Harry Potter..."

"Don't be stunned, Harry, the opportunity has come!" Just when Harry was terrified, Ethan's voice gave him courage again.Just listen to Ethan continue:

"We can't win with magic alone, so now is the time to put your training to the test, Harry!"

"Look what I've become..." the face continued, but Harry didn't hear a word.

"what should I do?"

"First of all, remember, don't look him in the eyes."

"Then use that fake stone to attract their attention, then hug his legs and throw him on his head to knock him down. By the way, can you see his wand?"

"It's in the side pocket of his robe."

"Okay, throw away his wand while he's down and lock him up, Harry. Don't let go no matter what."

"I know." Harry took a deep breath, "No matter what, I have to stop him."

"...Okay, why don't you give me the magic stone in your pocket?"

Apparently, Voldemort's speech was over.

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Harry's voice trembled with nervousness.

Voldemort obviously misunderstood something, and a disgusting smile appeared on his ugly face:

"That's good kid, you're smarter than your parents, they didn't have to die."

Harry felt a sharp pain in the scar on his forehead, which made his body tremble even harder, and the face smiled even more proudly.

Harry took out the stone that Ethan gave him from his pocket, held it tightly in his hand, and slowly walked towards Voldemort.

Quirrell turned around again, with a wanton smile on his face.

"Here you go!" With only a few steps left, Harry suddenly shouted and threw the stone upwards.

Quirrell subconsciously raised his head and raised his hands to catch it.

"It's now!"

Harry leaned down and rushed over.Before Quirrell could react, Harry had already hugged his right leg.

"you want……"

Before he finished speaking, Quirrell felt a sudden force in his abdomen, and his right leg was pulled forward violently, so he fell backward uncontrollably.

"Successful!" Harry didn't expect it to be so simple. In fact, it was much easier than he thought.

Of course he didn't know that most wizards didn't pay much attention to physical exercise, just like there were never physical education classes in Hogwarts.

And Quirrell's body was even weaker. As a fool who had been possessed by Voldemort for a long time and whose soul power had been drained, and even drank the blood of a unicorn and became a cursed body, his body had long been taken out. empty.

To be honest, if Quirrell and Harry were to fight without magic, he might not be Harry's opponent.

What's more, Harry still made a surprise attack.

When Quirrell was beaten to pieces and Mr. Voldemort was chewed into the mud, Harry did not hesitate, took out the wand from Quirrell's arms and threw it backwards.

Quirrell's wand arced through the air and fell into the purple flames.

"Potter! You are looking for death!" Quirrell finally realized what was happening. He put one hand on the ground and tried to get up, while the other hand fumbled to strangle Harry's neck.

He almost succeeded.

But the moment his hand touched Harry's skin, Quirrell roared in pain:

"my hand!"

But Harry didn't feel well either. The moment Quirrell touched him, he felt that his head was about to explode, and the severe pain from the scar made him almost faint.

Fortunately, he is not fighting alone.

Ethan could feel the confusion in Harry's brain at this time, and he knew that the critical moment had arrived.He quickly encouraged:

"Harry! Cheer up! You're about to win."

Ethan's voice made Harry reluctantly wake up. He saw Quirrell's hands covered with blisters and howling in pain.

"Kill him, kill him with a spell!" This was Voldemort's angry roar. The fall just now made him take a mouthful of mud. Obviously, the great Dark Lord had never suffered such injustice.

No need for Ethan to say anything, Harry already knew what he should do.

He wrapped his legs tightly around Quirrell's waist, crossed his arms to strangle Quirrell's throat, and grabbed Quirrell's face with both hands.

"No!"

A shrill scream echoed in the room, and Quirrell began to roll wildly, trying to throw Harry off his body.

Harry didn't panic at all at this time, and even wanted to laugh a little.

He thought of every morning, when he was forced by Ethan to exercise day after day, even if he was dizzy and exhausted.

'Could it be that Ethan had expected this moment? 'What a magical friend,' Harry thought inexplicably. '

He exerted more force, and Quirrell screamed louder.

After an unknown amount of time, just when Harry could no longer hold on, he heard Ethan's voice.

"Harry, we won! Principal Dumbledore is here!"

At the same time, he heard another familiar voice calling his name.

"Harry! Harry!"

'Finally I can get some sleep. ' Harry thought easily.

……

An hour later, Ethan came to the principal's office for the second time.

The kind old man with a white beard sitting opposite him was looking at him with a smile on his face, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

So he spoke first:

"Professor Dumbledore, do you have anything to do with me? After all, it is almost two o'clock in the morning."

"I remember our first conversation, around this time, Mr. Granger."

Ethan smiled awkwardly.

"But I think your question from last time has been answered, right?"

Ethan was silent for a moment, and then Gryffindor's sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.He handed the sword to the old man in front of him.

"Well -" Dumbledore took it and stared at the sword in front of him, "It seems that the answer is obvious."

"So, Mr. Principal, you also know that prophecy, right? After all, it was the little sword you gave me. And the letter that came with the admission notice, was it also what you sent me?"

"I have to say that it is indeed true, Mr. Granger. In fact, the successive headmasters know about this prophecy and keep the key. As for the letter, it is also stored in the hands of the successive headmasters, and it will be automatically sent when the time is right. out."

"Automatically—sent?"

"Indeed, that letter contains magic that even I can't help but marvel at. It was obviously written by a powerful wizard."

"I think I know who it is," Ethan muttered.

"Thank you, Mr. Granger." Dumbledore changed the subject, "Thank you for everything you have done for Harry."

"Harry is my good friend." Ethan felt a little hot on his face, "And I think he can defeat Voldemort even without me."

"But you made him understand the importance of friends, Mr. Granger. Including the other Miss Granger, and Mr. Weasley, I'm glad that Harry has a group of friends he can rely on."

"Actually, it was Harry who taught me this truth first, when facing the troll."

After a pause, Ethan asked another question that concerned him:

"Professor, regarding the centaurs... I heard their conversation in the Forbidden Forest. They said that I was the prophesied man of chaos. What do you... think?"

"About this, child," Dumbledore's voice was soft, "people's fear of the future is not the future itself, but the unknown of them. This is especially true for centaurs who are superstitious about astrology and prophecy. So they will It’s easy to understand why the unknown is called chaos.”

"So, Professor, what do you think I..."

"What determines a person's fate is not his origin and identity, but his choices." Dumbledore's half-moon glasses sparkled.

"I trust your choice."