Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

There seemed to be a gentle rustling and tinkling sound coming from the front, like the sound of flapping wings.

"There was a light ahead - I saw something moving," said Harry.

They reached the end of the corridor and faced a brightly lit room with a high, vaulted ceiling.Countless little birds, as dazzling as gems, flapped their wings and flew around the room. There was a heavy wooden door opposite the room.

Under Albert's "prophecy", several people quickly understood that this level required riding a broomstick and getting the silver key in mid-air.

Faced with keys flying all over the room, Harry made good use of his skills as a seeker and quickly grabbed the one that could open the door. He looked scarred and didn't know what the people in front of him had done to it. Rough behavior.

Several people came to the next room and found that it was blocked by a large and exaggerated chessboard. It was obvious that this was a transfiguration level set by Professor McGonagall.

The chessboard was divided into black and white parts, with huge faceless chess pieces on them. Although they had no eyes, Albert felt that these chess pieces were watching them.

He tried to use the restoration technique to bring the deformed chess pieces back to their original shape, but it was in vain. Albert used the deformation technique in front of Mag's door, but Albert's strength was not enough.

Seeing Albert take action, the stone soldiers drew their swords and guns one after another. The king and queen raised their scepters high and walked slowly towards Albert and the others.

"Is this a real-life wizard chess battle?" Several people had never seen such a battle before, and they all swallowed.

"This is wizard chess, and I think we need to beat them." Ron looked confident. From the Weasley family to Harry and even the entire Gryffindor, he could be said to be invincible in the world.

"Don't be so troublesome. Why complicate things that can be easily solved?" Albert pulled out his wand and unleashed "Split" on the giant chess piece.

The chess piece directly in front exploded and shattered into several large rocks. The king's head fell to the ground and rolled to Ron's feet. He kicked it and immediately held his toes and howled.

Then the king's head flew back and was assembled on the body. Other parts were also summoned and they quickly recovered from their injuries.

Hermione and the three of them were still stunned: Is this still possible?

"Shattered to pieces!" Less than three seconds after being resurrected, the king cracked open again. If it was conscious, it would definitely feel the pain of being tortured.

"Why are you still standing there? Leave quickly. If it's a little later, the Magic Stone will be taken away!" Albert greeted.

Several shattered chess pieces quickly reunited. Albert raised his hand and shot a few more "Split to pieces" and "Shattered to pieces" packages, quickly passing this level by running.

Walking forward and entering the next room, a disgusting stench assaulted my nostrils. The smell was like three unwashed stinky socks pickled with pickled vegetables.

What was before Albert's eyes was a giant monster, much larger than the one he killed last time. It was motionless, with a bloody mass behind its head, and the unique smell of the monster was even stronger. Outstanding.

I don’t know if the trolls compete in size and smell when courting. If so, then the one in front of Albert is definitely the most popular.

"Aha, Snape also solved a problem for us. Let's leave quickly, we must not let him succeed!"

Harry took the lead and pushed open the next door, followed closely by Albert, followed by Hermione. When it was Ron's turn, a purple flame rose from the door, blocking him. At the same time, the door leading to the front door opened. A black wall of fire rose from the doorway.

"What's going on? I can't get through!" Ron felt aggrieved. What does this mean? The three people in front of him have passed, but he is the only one who is stuck?

"Don't worry, Ron. You are injured. You can go back and report that someone wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. If Professor McGonagall doesn't believe it, just tell her that we already know and passed the checkpoint she set." Deep down in Bert's heart there was no emotion, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

After seeing Ron off, the three of them looked around the room. There was only one table with seven bottles of different shapes on it. There was some liquid in it, but they couldn't tell what it was.

Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment lying next to the bottle and read:

"Danger is ahead, safety is behind,

There are two of us who can help you.

Drink them down, one leads you onward,

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 stay here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide, they stand to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right are different, and if you want to move forward, none of them will be useful to you;

Third, you will find that the bottles vary in size, and there is no death hidden in giants and gnomes;

Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although they look different, taste the same. "

Hermione smiled. This was what she was good at. "This isn't magic - it's logic - it's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards don't have the slightest ability to reason, and they have to be trapped here forever. .”

She pinched her chin, thinking deeply, and muttered something. Finally, after a minute, she picked up the smallest and most inconspicuous bottle and said:

"This is it, it will take us to the front room, through the black flames, and to the Philosopher's Stone."

There was very little potion in the bottle, only enough for one person to drink. Harry asked uncertainly: "Is the little potion in your little bottle safe?"

Hermione looked proud, "I have always been the top two in math and science in elementary school. I am professional in reasoning. Can I give you a fake potion?"

Harry asked: "Which bottle went back through the purple flames?"

Hermione pointed to a round bottle again. There was a lot of potion in this bottle, enough for both Albert and Hermione to drink.

Harry picked up the smallest bottle and took a sip. Seeing the astonished Hermione, Harry explained:

"You and Albert should go back and look for rescue like Ron. I can't let you take risks. I escaped from Voldemort once. I may be able to turn danger into disaster."

After speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the black flames, leaving Albert and Hermione behind.

"What should we do now?" Hermione looked at Albert.

Albert stared at the black flames in front and said: "Go back and find Ron. I think he is still worried about how to pass Lu Wei. I don't remember that he can play music."

"What about you? What should you do?" Hermione's face showed anxiety and confusion.

"I'm trying to think of a way to see if I can get through this wall of fire. Harry is alone in it. I'm afraid he won't be able to grasp it, so he still has to let me do it."

As soon as he entered the room, he discovered that the flame was actually a magic potion recorded by Snape in the Half-Blood Prince textbook to activate the flame, and there was a corresponding magic spell that could pass through it.

"That won't work. If you want to go, I have to go too!" Hermione's eyes were firm, not allowing Albert to refuse.

She hugged Albert, her voice was low and trembling, "No, I can't let you take risks alone..."

Albert tried to struggle, but Hermione's hug was too tight, and for a while he couldn't break free.

"Hermione, you have to know...hiss, what do you think that is?" Albert looked horrified and pointed behind Hermione with wide eyes.

"What's going on?" Hermione turned around, wanting to find out. Unexpectedly, at the moment she turned around, Albert's hand holding the wand was raised.

Albert lowered his eyelids, not daring to look at the little girl in front of him, but said firmly: "Confuse the audience!"

Seeing Hermione drowsily drinking the potion and returning the way she came, Albert breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't guarantee that everything that followed would follow the original plot, so he could only make this decision.

He saw his elderberry wand and Hermione's grapevine wand, surrounded by a circle of red light, which was the agreement between him and Hermione.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I can't let you risk it either...

However, our contract remains valid. "

He turned around and recited a spell, letting the black flames lick his body, and stepped into the dark door.