Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Harry froze and could only wait for "Flitwick" to turn around.

Now he finally understands that this is basically an alchemical creation that looks like Professor Flitwick, and what's even worse than the one-two-three wooden man is that this guy doesn't even count one-two-three! !

How long the doll turns its head is completely random, which makes people dare not even run or jump faster. Its reaction is really sharp, and if it moves slightly, a fierce curse will hit.

After several more attempts, he became even more aware of the difficulty of the alchemy doll.

Trying to destroy this doll is completely nonsense. There is a protective alchemy formation on it. The magic spell is useless and will only be bounced back.

Harry looked serious and kept thinking in his mind: "Alchemy creation... Is this the handiwork of Nico Flamel? Or is it Uncle Moon's?"

He didn't know how powerful Uncle Mu En's alchemy was. There were very few learners of this skill, and there was no corresponding course at Hogwarts.

Therefore, he chose to directly equate Uncle Mu En's skills with what the general public considered to be the most powerful.

You can’t go wrong!

Therefore, he could only move forward slowly and step by step.

After about ten minutes, he finally crossed the doll and reached the door.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go straight forward and open the door, his eyes suddenly noticed the side of the door.

There were burnt black marks and splattered blood stains, which meant that someone had suffered a big loss here!

Harry was suddenly frightened, motionless, and squinted as hard as he could at the alchemy doll.

At this point, turning back turned into turning away.

Turning away has become turning back.

The concepts of pros and cons have been reversed!

After reacting, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Quirrell. He probably thought that guy was thinking the same thing as he just thought, thinking that everything would be fine if he simply crossed the puppet, but he got a hard blow in the end.

How unconventional!

No, I should say...bad taste, an extreme bad taste. If you are tricked, the person who set up the level will definitely raise the corner of his mouth with pride.

Harry had already vaguely guessed who set up this level.

Mu En's unique "good fruit smile" gradually emerged in his mind.

Thinking about this, Harry slowly moved forward while observing the puppet's turning movements, and gradually put his hand on the door handle.

At the same time, he also began to guess what the next level should be.

So far, according to the logic of the level, he has experienced screaming, silence, and motionlessness.

Even Harry used this logic and deduced that Lu Wei's characteristics were related to his voice.

These three are Herbalism, Transfiguration and Charms respectively.

Then the next step is Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.

One of the characteristics of this level is the immobility inherited from the previous level.

The second is sight...

Thinking about it, Harry's eyes caught the puppet turning around, opened and closed the door violently, and left here quickly!

As soon as he entered the next room, he began to look around vigilantly, and at the same time, a strong stench hit his face.

To the point that the stench began to burn my eyes, causing tears to roll down unconsciously.

Through his blurred tearful eyes, he only saw a giant monster, bigger than the one he killed last time, lying motionless on the floor in front of him, lifeless.

Watching...well, what the heck, it's good news that we've finally encountered a one-off level.

The troll had long since died, but there were no wounds on its body. Obviously, this was the power of Avada's Kedavra.

The person who casts it must be highly proficient in this spell, so that he can get rid of the giant monsters with strong magic resistance so effortlessly.

The troll's skin is red and congested, and there are two back-mounted syringes on its back.

Harry walked forward, looked at it carefully, and felt a vaguely familiar smell.

Thinking about it, he drew out his blue steel sword and cut open the back of the giant monster's corpse, and thick blood suddenly flowed out.

At the same time, a strange smell that was different from the smell of blood penetrated into the nasal cavity. This smell was a bit pungent, but it also had a refreshing fragrance.

Harry's face was calm, and memories kept flooding in his mind. He directly used the blue steel sword to cut open the troll's back, and added a sharp surgery, which was not too troublesome.

Soon, he cut out the injection bottle from the monster's back, fanned it with his palm, and carefully distinguished the smell!

Exciting potion!

It was the second potion that Uncle Mu En taught him in the summer of 90, a potion that he used to help him completely control his magic power.

No...no, he drank the stimulating potion. It tasted like it, but not exactly.

Harry looked at the red skin of the troll, and the answer slowly emerged in his mind.

The stimulating potion is actually a weakened version of another potion...

After a while, he stood up slowly, wiped the blood off the sword's edge, rested for a while in a less dangerous room, and then opened the next door.

Then, Harry froze.

A figure appeared in front of him, wearing a ragged robe full of blood stains and a purple scarf on his head. He was hunched over, and blood was dripping on the route he walked.

Quirrell said weakly: "Master, I am injured..."

"Idiot, who made you stand there motionless and stare at the transformed giant monster!!" Another voice sounded from Quirrell for no reason. This voice was very cold and hoarse, making people feel very uncomfortable.

"But...but according to the logic of the level, staring should be enough to avoid fighting." Quirrell's voice trembled.

"Yes, and then you stupid pig just stare at it and watch its stick whip you away!!"

When Harry heard this, he couldn't help but think of the scene in his mind where he thought he had grasped the rules of the level and tried to pass the level with gaze-related behaviors, but was knocked away by a troll...

He seemed to hear Uncle Mu En's sinister laughter:

"There is no rule, I am the rule!"

"Someone is coming!!" the gloomy voice roared.

Quirrell turned his head sharply. He was in a terrible state at the moment. His face was swollen, his nose was broken, and his face was covered in blood.

"Harry Potter?!" Quirrell looked at him in surprise. Then he laughed, and Harry noticed that he was missing two teeth.

"I thought it would be Severus or McGonagall, or at least a teacher..." He just smiled like this, his body straightened a lot, and his voice became longer: "Don't you think too highly of yourself? ?”

"You should ask this question in front of the mirror." Harry said calmly, and his wand suddenly pointed at Quirrell.

"All petrochemical—"

Quirrell waved his wand and deflected the spell.

"It's just a little trick. Without Dumbledore, you are nothing."

"It seems that after Dumbledore and Mr. Jones left, you finally calmed down a little, and at least you can speak normally!" Harry said unhurriedly.