Harry Potter Blood Hunter

Browder had a headache.

What should be done with twins?

[The Emerald Key] Although it is also a sacred artifact, but looking at the people in Hogwarts now, apart from Qiu, Browder doesn't want anyone to know about it.

Then don't explain what happened to him just now?

But the twins will definitely think about it!

The appearance of Browder just now out of thin air cannot be explained by the transfer or apparition of the house elf.

After all, the twins, while playful, were never stupid.

If they were stupid, Browder wouldn't want them to be store managers.

So in the blink of an eye, Browder decided... no explanation!

"You..." Browder said with a gloomy face, "Why are you here now!"

The twins were taken aback. The two thought at the same time, isn't Braud asking about what they saw just now?

If this is the case, then it should not be "evaporated".

It's really gratifying to congratulate, gratifying to congratulate.

But even so, the twins decided never to tell what they had just seen.

No, what did we see just now? Isn't it the same as usual, entering the Room of Response and seeing Braud learning magic here?

The twins decide to play dumb... anyway, they usually play dumb, and it's nothing special.

To Browder's question, George answered faster, "Browder, you don't know! Something big happened outside! In the entire Hogwarts castle, those standing knight armor came alive! They went back and forth Patrolling the corridors, not wanting to give us any means of escape."

Browder asked curiously, "Since there is no way to escape, how did you get to the Room of Requirement now?"

Fred continued, "Isn't this our natural dexterity? Those knight armors can't keep up with us."

"and……"

"It seems that not all the knight's armor has come alive. Before I came in just now, I found that the knight's armor on the eighth floor didn't move much."

Listening to the twins' remarks, Browder probably had some guesses in his heart.

This should have activated Hogwarts' emergency preparedness.

It's just that the headmaster... shouldn't be here now.

Two other deans were knocked unconscious by themselves, so the remaining two deans could not command and move all the items.

So... this matter has not yet reached the most tense moment!

After figuring this out, Browder waved to the twins, "Then you guys should go back to the dormitory quickly! Be careful that after waking up during the day, a professor will visit you, and if you can't find you, you will be expelled from school!"

The twins thought about it, and felt that this was really possible, so they became anxious, "But we can't get out!"

"If we go out, we will be caught in knight armor on the way back to Hogwarts."

"Then definitely drop out!"

"Ahhh, we are so miserable!"

The twins cried loudly. I even tried hard enough to squeeze out a drop or two of cat urine.

Yo! Your acting skills are getting better! Both are!

In order to appreciate their efforts, Browder helped them.

Browder called Cobb over, grabbed each of them, and threw them back to their dorms.

It's really not reassuring.

...

Harry they are trapped.

After the Wizard Chess level is a giant monster... This giant monster is bigger than ordinary monsters, and it can lose the king of giant monsters!

But it's easy for Harry and the others to pass this level, because the giant monster king has already been knocked out.

Compared with the body, the giant monster king's head was swollen about a quarter of the size of his head.

It hurts just to look at it!

But thanks to the people who passed before, they can pass directly!

Then there is the next room.

As soon as Harry and the others crossed the threshold, there was a fire burning in the entrance behind them—it was no ordinary fire, for it was purple.

At the same time, a black fire burst into flames at the door leading to the front.

They're stuck in the middle of this room!

Anxious Harry and the others tested the temperature of the flames with the things they carried with them... Anyway, both sides were burned to ashes, and humans must not be able to pass through without a way to deal with it!

And the way to pass is in the middle of the room.

There were seven potions of different sizes.

Almost as soon as they saw the potions, Harry, Hermione, and Draco were sure who set up the room.

Professor Snape!

Harry and the others searched and found a way to pass.

There is a passage written in the middle of the potion bottle, or a puzzle. As long as you answer it correctly, you can find two bottles of potion that you can use again from the seven bottles-one bottle can make people go through the black flames, one The bottle allows one to return to the previous room through the purple flame.

All three of them are very interested in such puzzles.

Hermione was sure that she could find it, and Harry was confident because there were similar logic problems in Braud's puzzle last time.

Draco started to wrestle with this question because Hermione said "most wizards don't have logic".

Draco vowed to find the answer before Hermione and Harry.

But just as Draco was reviewing the question and was about to start writing, Hermione had already figured it out in her head.

She just read the questions a few more times, then pointed to the potions and muttered to herself, and she was done.

Draco was instantly bruised from the blow.

Hermione pointed to the answer she had found and said, "The smallest bottle will lead us to find the Sorcerer's Stone through the black flame!"

Harry looked at the vial. "There's only room for one person in it,"

He said. "Barely enough for a single gulp. So which bottle will make people go back through the purple flame?"

So Hermione pointed to the round bottle on the far right.

The three of them looked at each other.

"I'm going!" Harry picked up the smallest bottle, "I must go!"

Hermione and Draco looked at each other and nodded heavily.

"You drank it," Harry pointed to the round bottle, "listen to me, you go back and save Ron. Then, grab the broom in the flying key room, then you have to go through the hole in the ground and the three-headed dog It's easy. Then, go to the House of Owls at once, and send Hedwig a message to Dumbledore that we need his help. Because I might hold Snape back for a while, but I'm sure I'm no match for him."

Probably not Professor Snape... Draco thought, but didn't say it this time.

When it really came to the great horror of dying if he entered, Draco found that he was still not as straightforward as Harry... If he really wanted to sacrifice his life for justice, Draco hesitated.

"But Harry, what if YouKnowWho was with him?" Draco asked Harry.

"Never mind. I've been lucky once, haven't I? Maybe I'll be lucky again this time!" said Harry, pointing to the scar on his forehead.

Hermione's lips were trembling, and suddenly she rushed forward and hugged Harry.

"Hermione!" Harry was so frightened that he offered up both hands, as if in surrender.

"Harry, do you know that you are a great wizard!" Hermione said with red eyes.

"I'm no match for you," Harry said sheepishly after she let him go.

"Me?" Hermione yelled. "Only books and a little cleverness! Now I know there are far more important things than these—friendship and courage. Oh! Harry, be careful!"

"You guys drink first," said Harry. "You're sure it's not poison?"

"Absolutely!" said Hermione, down half the bottle.

Even so, Hermione shuddered immediately.

"It's not poison, is it?" Harry asked nervously.

"No, but it's like icy water." Hermione's neck seemed to be frozen, and the handful of hot air she exhaled was visible to the naked eye.

Draco took a look, gritted his teeth, and drank the rest.

It's really cold!

"Quick, go back before the medicine wears off!" Harry said.

"Good luck to you - be careful!" Hermione and Draco resisted the discomfort in their bodies, but couldn't help but say the last words to Harry.

"Go!" Harry said, pointing to the purple flame.

Hermione and Draco finally turned around and walked out of the purple flames without looking back.

Harry took a deep breath, then picked up the smallest bottle and stared into the black flames.

"Here I come!" Harry said, throwing his head back and downing the wine in one gulp.

The wine really flows like ice water in the blood.

Harry put down the bottle and walked forward.

Burned to the body by the black flames, Harry couldn't help closing his eyes.

He could feel the flames licking his body, but he couldn't feel the extremely high temperature fire at all.

For a while, Harry saw nothing but black fire.

Then, at last, Harry made his way across—to the last room.

And there, as Harry expected, there was already someone - but it wasn't Snape, and it wasn't YouKnowWho!

He wasn't facing Harry, but just looking at his back, it was obvious who it was.

Purple robe, with a roll of cloth covering the head ridiculously.

It was a ridiculous outfit, but it made Harry shudder right now.

"Qi, Quirrell?" Harry couldn't hold back his voice, "How is it possible? How could it be you?"

Quirrell was laughing, but no muscles in his face moved.

"It's me," Quirrell said flatly, "I wondered if I could meet you here, Potter."

"But, I thought it was Snape..."

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed again.

But it was not the usual loud laughter, but sharp and cold, which made Harry very strange.

"Yes, Snape is indeed suspicious. It's very useful to have him around like a mouse for distraction. Without him, who would doubt but, what about poor, stuttering, stuttering Quirrell, professor? "

Quirrell pretended to be weak and stuttering as usual, and he was completely two people from the previous appearance.

Harry couldn't accept this fact. Although he had heard Draco's defense against Snape, the prejudice in Harry's heart had made it impossible for Harry to accept that Snape was not a bad person.

Because it's all so coincidental.

"But Snape once wanted to kill me!" Harry didn't know who he was trying to convince, he was still quibbling.

"No, no. I was trying to kill you. Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me down when she set Snape on fire during that Quidditch match... a few more seconds and I'm going to kill you." Got you off the broom, but Snape cast a counter-curse and saved you!" Quirrell was murderous.

"Snape is going to save me?" Harry panicked... He couldn't figure out why even though he was thinking about it.

"Of course, why else would he be refereeing your next game? He's trying to prevent me from doing it again." Quirrell said coldly, "Hmph! That's interesting."

"Actually he didn't have to do that, because with Dumbledore watching, I didn't dare to do anything. Everyone thought Snape was preventing Gryffindor from winning, and he wasn't welcome for it... well , What a waste of time! Anyway, I can still kill you tonight."

Before the words fell, Quirrell just flicked his fingers, and a rope suddenly appeared next to Harry, binding Harry tightly.

Quirrell, who thought he had the chance to win, suddenly committed the villain's ultimate mistake...talking too much!

"You're too nosy, Potter. You must have seen me walking around the campus on Halloween when I was checking what was guarding that rock."

"Did you let the troll come out?" Harry was tied into a dumpling with ropes, but he was still struggling.

"Of course." Quirrell nodded proudly, but suddenly became dark again, "But when everyone was running around looking for it, Snape had already suspected me, so he went straight up to the third floor to find me , it's a pity that my troll was dealt with without touching you, and even the three-headed dog didn't tear Snape's leg out. What a pity!"

Harry suddenly wanted to laugh when he thought of the troll knocked out by senior sister Qiu.

Harry thought he must be an idiot for thinking of this at this moment.

"Okay, Potter, wait for me quietly. I'm going to look at this interesting mirror." Quirrell did not kill Harry, but provided important information to Harry.

Only then did Harry notice a large framed mirror behind Quirrell.

Mirror of Erised!

Oh my god, it turned out to be a prop for the last level set by Dumbledore.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Sorcerer's Stone," Quirrell murmured, walking around the frame, "I'm sure Dumbledore can provide some clues... Unfortunately, he is still in London now, and when he comes back I've come a long way..."

All Harry can do now is try to let Quirrell talk as much as possible, and don't let him focus on studying the mirror.

Harry talked to Quirrell, but Quirrell would talk to Harry unexpectedly... Maybe it was because he had been too cautious this year, and now Quirrell felt that he was finally going to be free, so he finally talked more.

Saying that, Harry also knew that Snape and his father didn't deal with each other when they were in school... Finally, he understood why Snape was hostile to him.

But why should he protect himself?

Harry still couldn't figure it out.

But talking to Quirrell, Harry felt that his scar was getting more and more painful.

Then Harry heard Quirrell say that his master was punishing him every day for being bad at things.

"Can you let Voldemort meet every day?" Harry was shocked.

"Of course!" When Quirrell talked about his master, his expression was very respectful.

But at the same moment, another voice sounded on Quirrell.

"Do you want to see me, Harry Potter?"

As if hearing the voice in his soul, Harry's hairs stood on end.

Quirrell seemed to lose consciousness suddenly, and the scarf on the back of his head began to fall off.

After falling completely, Quirrell's head suddenly turned 180 degrees.

Quirrell, die!

Keke, just kidding!

It was another face that appeared in front of Harry!

"Harry... Potter!"