Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

"That's wonderful," Hermione looked at the seven bottles of various shapes arranged on the table in front of her, as well as the piece of parchment on top.

Harry, Ron and Qiu looked at each other and no longer paid attention to the rising flames behind them, but moved closer to Hermione.

Harry saw the scrawled handwriting on the parchment and recognized it almost immediately. It was Snape's handwriting. It was this kind of handwriting that left a series of taunts on his potions homework every time, which made Harry remember Still new.

It's obvious that this level is Snape's magic.

Everyone was going in different directions, making it inconvenient to read. Harry stood on Hermione's left and read with her: "Danger is in front of you, safety is behind. There are two of us who can help you. Drink them, one One leads you forward, the other returns you to where you came from. Two contain nettle wine. Three are assassins, waiting in line.

Take your pick, unless you want to be stuck here forever. We also provide four clues to help you choose:

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

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are different. If you want to make a fortune, neither of them will be useful to you;

Third, you'll notice that the bottles come in a variety of sizes. Death is not hidden among giants and dwarfs;

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

Harry's scalp felt numb. Was this something he, an eleven-year-old wizard, should watch?

When they were in Muggle schools, even those competing in the Mathematical Olympiad would do these types of logical reasoning questions.

In fact, this is a logical reasoning question from the wizarding world, and it was the real question that Tonks took for the Auror recruitment exam last year.

As soon as Harry finished reading, he heard Hermione let out a long sigh of relief. Surprisingly, she actually smiled.

"Yes, this is not magic at all!" Hermione said with a smile, "This is a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards have no logical reasoning ability at all, so they have to be trapped here forever."

"What about us, we can't get out, can we?"

Just as Hermione was about to say something, Qiu picked up the smallest bottle from the table and said, "The potion in this bottle can help us pass through the black flames in front of us."

Hermione frowned, and after calculating in her mind for about a minute, she nodded firmly.

Harry listened to the two top students deducing the logical relationship between each clue next to him, as if he had gone back to the exam he had just experienced not long ago - after the exam, Hermione was also beside him talking to others. They discussed the exam questions together, and they talked a lot, but Harry didn't understand them all.

Harry rubbed his hair and really couldn't understand why Hermione and Cho were able to solve the puzzle so quickly.

He stretched out his hand to take the small black bottle from Qiu's hand, but Qiu's hand retracted subconsciously.

"Qiu?" Hermione looked at Qiu Zhang in confusion, the foreign aid she invited.

The girl's face was as calm as water, as if she was not in a secret room that could kill people, but was drinking coffee on the sofa in the Ravenclaw common room, and even had a hint of fanaticism. excited.

"Hermione, the potion in this bottle is only enough for one person to drink. I don't know what you want to get in it, and I don't know what dangers there are. But the fact is that I am your senior sister and I am better than you. In my freshman year, I should be the one to face danger!”

Qiu's voice sounded firm and gentle.

Harry's eyes suddenly turned red. This was the first time since he could remember that someone had protected him from the wind and rain. The image of Qiu Zhang perfectly blended with the image of his mother in his fantasy.

Beautiful, strong, warm...

While Qiu was pulling out the cork, Harry suddenly jumped over and grabbed the medicine bottle in her hand. Before Hermione and Qiu could react, he drank every drop of the potion in the bottle.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted anxiously. Although she believed in her reasoning and judged, and had already checked the answer with Qiu, she was still worried about what problems might arise - Hermione on the title page of "The Potion Master's Notes" I saw this sentence on:

"Never drink potions from unknown sources."

Hermione was worried that something bad would happen to Harry if he drank the potion.

Harry didn't think about how Hermione and Qiu would go back. Although his reasoning ability was not as good as these two academic masters, he could still understand the words on the parchment, "One will lead you forward, and the other will take you back to where you came from." "Place", Harry was not worried that Hermione and Cho would not be able to find the bottle of medicine that took them back to the original place.

"Qiu, I can't involve you anymore. Snape may be inside and he is doing things for Voldemort. They want to take away Nico Flamel's Philosopher's Stone. I must stop them."

When Harry said this, it meant that he had regarded Qiu Zhang as one of his own.

"But Harry - what if You-Know-Who is with him?"

Before Hermione could finish her words, Harry rushed into the black flames. He could feel that the effect of the potion he had just drank was weakening.

"Harry - you are a great Gryffindor!"

Hermione's voice came from behind, which made Harry more determined and rushed through the flames.

When Harry successfully reached the other side of the flames and entered the last room, he was almost frozen in place with fear.

Not Snape, not even Voldemort, but Kettleburn, the school's Care of Magical Creatures professor.

That old professor with only one limb left!

"Yes, Harry Potter, we finally meet..."

The old professor made a hoarse sound in his throat. Hearing this sound, Harry's forehead hurt as if a branding iron was burning, and he couldn't help but cover the lightning scar.

……

"What a historic meeting, isn't it?" Dumbledore looked at the scene in the crystal ball, obviously much more serious than before.

Snape beside him was trembling slightly, and he had already stood up.

"Severus, where are you going?"

"I'm going there, Dumbledore, you heard that voice too, that's not Kettleburn, it's that man back...it's him! I've already been late once..."

Dumbledore raised his hand and the door to the principal's office closed. "Now is not the time for you to appear, Severus. Alastor will take care of it. He is hiding there. Fawkes has also passed. The child will not Something happened."

Snape's face turned green and red, but in the end he chose to believe Dumbledore.

dong dong...

There was a knock on the door, the sound was urgent.

Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside, "Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore and Snape looked at each other, and Snape immediately turned his head to the side. It was not him who had closed the door just now.

The door slowly opened, and the crystal ball on the table was covered by a tablecloth.

"Dumbledore, I think you should look outside!" Professor McGonagall hurriedly approached the room and immediately pointed to the window.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and walked to the window with Snape, looking out into the woods.

I saw dense numbers of magical animals rushing out of the Forbidden Forest, and now Hagrid was leading the centaurs to stop them.