The Last Goodbye

The smile returned to Riddle's face.

Merrythought is indeed well-informed, as expected of the head of Ravenclaw-it is unexpected that she even knows such a reactionary Muggle writer.Coincidentally, I do too.

"Oscar Wilde," he said firmly.

The enigmatic smile on the Sphinx's face became kind.She bowed and disappeared.Where it disappeared, a golden door emerged. Harry had come to him.The boy unscrewed the door and entered the next level.

After entering the new room, the golden door disappeared behind them.Here is a triangular room.A gorgeous dark green tapestry hangs on the walls - definitely Slughorn's design.In the middle of the room was a wooden table, on which were placed seven transparent vials, each filled with a liquid of a different color. Riddle picked up the paper on the table.

[Take one-third of the ambergris and dissolve it in the Mandela decoction.You can only choose one of nettle wine and wormwood infusion.The answer is the one that can configure the water of life and death, but the amount is only half.If you have prepared Felicia, the first half is the same process.After adding Meiwa's tears, only two or three drops are needed.Let it stand for 10 minutes, then add the slug saliva, layer it and stir it evenly with a spoon.I wish you success. 】

"It's a prescription." He pouted.

Now I don't have RheaPrince's help, but I can't lose this level, Riddle thought a little funny-how can I get an O in Potions class.And he's not completely clueless.As Slughorn's favorite student, when he was working in the other's office, he once stumbled across a prescription that was very similar to Felicia Elixir.At that time the dean was by his side, he didn't dare to use any tricks, so he simply memorized the prescription while grinding his teeth.However, he has memorized dozens of prescriptions like this.Who knows which one will work?

"Let's see if my memory is good." He used his wand to draw a strand of silver from his temple, "Ostenderet!"

The silver thread danced and twirled in the air, and finally turned into a few lines of characters. Harry suddenly smiled. "Would you?" Riddle looked at him.The youth did not respond. "I think so." The boy raised one eyebrow, "Based on your cooking skills, I can guess your level of potion preparation." He picked up the vial containing the green liquid and sniffed it lightly, "... Cough, this must be slug saliva."

After tinkering for about an hour, Riddle finally prepared a bottle of liquid that was as clear as water. Riddle took a sip, and there was nothing special about the potion.What's next?He put down the medicine and walked around the house, but there was no change in his body.He reached out and touched the surrounding walls.Yet his hand passed through the wall like a ghost.I see.His mood improved.But isn't it time to use the spell level next?It's okay if it's not a spell, but never herbalism. Riddle handed the rest of the medicine to his guardian, and the two walked through the wall together to the new room.

Although he was prepared, he still couldn't help laughing when he saw the flocks of dazzling birds.Those were not birds, of course, but keys with wings.They were colorful and buzzing, flying merrily above the two of them.

"This level is up to you." The little devil glanced at the people around him, "This is a level designed by you yourself. Happy flying!"

Facts have proved that Harry Potter may be a bit incompetent as a flying professor - he solved this level in less than 1 minute, while Riddle spent more than an hour on the first two levels.

From his point of view, the guardian just flew up on the broom, darted through the flock of birds for a while, and then flew down and handed him a shiny silver key. Merlin. Riddle took another look at the hundreds of colorful birds overhead, dazzled just by looking at them. Harry's level looked simple, but Riddle knew that if Grindelwald hadn't read the guardian's memory, he would probably be stuck here.

Earlier in Harry's memory, he found that these keys had been cast with a special camouflage charm.If someone attempts to destroy their wings, the Masquerade Charm will be activated, and the keys will become copies of each other.

Riddle can be sure that his 'insidious' guardian definitely set up this level for Grindelwald on purpose - the dark wizard who always pays attention to efficiency will probably burn these annoying keys, and then face hundreds of imitations and be trapped Several or even ten hours. Harry probably guessed that nothing could stop the other party, so he simply stalled for time with his own checkpoints.This person really... has such an innocent face, why is he so dark-hearted. "But you fly much better than that Karkaroff." Riddle opened the revolving door embedded in the ground with the silver key.

From here on he has no information.

I have to say that Slughorn's approach is quite sensible.After all, neither Aberforth nor Flamel were teachers at Hogwarts, so it was even more difficult to get any useful information from them.He had planned to inquire about the vice-principal, but found nothing.

Dumbledore was probably in order to better protect the Philosopher's Stone, and did not participate in the design of the entire mechanism at all-so that even if Grindelwald captured him again, he would not be able to learn any useful information.They are really well-intentioned. Riddle silently glanced at the people around him.

Sorry, professors.

This time they entered a circular room.The room was empty, with a huge treasure chest at the end. Riddle took a few steps forward.The treasure chest suddenly shook violently, as if it had grown ears.The boy quickly drew his wand.But the treasure chest just thumped against the ground. Only then did Riddle realize that it was locked.The key is at your feet.

There is a line of small characters engraved on the golden key handle.

【I am your most feared enemy. 】

Riddle raised his eyebrows and slowly inserted the key into the lock, saying the charm as he turned it, "Stupefy!" But his own wand came out of his hand.The boy took a few steps back reflexively, only to realize that he had been hit by the enemy's disarming spell.He was taken aback.How did the other party do it?He hasn't even come out yet.The treasure chest has been opened.The first thing that came into view was the body of a magic wand of Dong Qingmu, and then the owner of the wand came out.The man had beautiful green eyes and was smiling softly at him - it was Harry Potter.

"What—" Before he could react, he was pushed away.A red light hit the place where he had just stood.The one who pushed him away was also Harry Potter.The two Harrys swung their wands at the same time, aiming at each other.They are exactly the same, like mirror images.Suddenly, one of them turned around quickly.When he turned around again, it was a completely different person.

He turned into a tall, thin man.

His face was paler than that of a skeleton.

A pair of blood-red eyes are deeply sunken in the face, and below it is a snake-like flat nose with slender nostrils.

Riddle didn't have time to think, and took advantage of the moment the man and Harry looked into each other's eyes, and retrieved his wand.A young man not far away stared at the man.The man was watching him too.

[Harry Potter. 】

The man spoke.Pure snake language flowed out.

【We meet again. 】

Riddle froze for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the people around him.His guardian stood about two steps away from him, expressionless, with cruel and cold green eyes. Riddle was startled, he had never seen such an expression on the other side. Harry took half a step forward, raising his hand to block him.The snake-faced man laughed.Laughter, sharp as a saw, echoed in the circular room.

【Harry Potter, I give you two choices, kneel down or die. 】

The man's voice was harsh, but his tone was lazy.He stuck a bony hand out from under his robe.He held a bone-white wand in his hand. Riddle's consciousness was in a trance.He collected himself and looked at the slender piece of wood again.Thirteen and a half inches, yew.A barb extends from the end of the handle.Exactly the same as the one in his hand.He was right.That was his wand.His wand was held by the man's skinny hand, emitting a pale light between the other's slender fingers.

Why.He stared at the withered man.Why speak the language I speak.Why is there my wand.He glanced at Harry again.However, the green-eyed youth made an unexpected movement. Harry let go, dropping his wand.The snake-faced man seemed to smile.

【very good. ] he hissed, 【Kneel now. 】

Harry didn't kneel down.With a swipe of his hand, he made a summoning gesture.With a whoosh, a crumpled hat appeared in his hand.The man opposite narrowed his scarlet eyes. Harry calmly put his hand into the hat, and actually pulled out a sword from it.The sword gleamed, on the hilt