The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

"What...what is this?" Ron and Harry were completely dumbfounded. They had no idea what the note meant.

"This is a logical reasoning question," Zhang Qiu interjected from behind them: "This is something Muggles can learn."

"Is this what Muggles learn?" Ron couldn't accept it: "It's too difficult."

When he said these words, he was immediately looked down upon by Ye Ting and Hermione.

"This is not difficult at all." Ye Ting said, "This is just a question at the elementary school level."

"I didn't learn this in primary school!" Harry complained - he went to a community primary school when he was adopted by the Dursleys - Zhang Qiu and Hermione also nodded in agreement.

"I mean Huaxia's primary school." Ye Ting said lightly, thinking of his past again.

“Chinese primary schools actually learn this?”

"How terrifying!"

At this moment, the four young necromancers had a strange impression of China. "Seven-Four-Old"

However, the problem still needs to be solved.

"Let me do it!" Hermione volunteered and stood up, looking a little happy.

She read the paper a few more times, then walked up and down in front of the row of bottles, talking to herself, pointing to this or that bottle.

Finally, she clapped her hands happily.

"I see," she said, "this smallest bottle can help us pass through the black flames and get to the magic stone."

It was an inconspicuous little bottle.

"There's only enough for one person in it," Harry said, "less than a sip."

They looked at each other, feeling like they had been cheated.

Ye Ting sighed and stepped forward: "So these levels are really unreliable. Why are there so many loopholes? Let me try brute force cracking."

He took out his wand, pointed it at the black fire in front of him and recited the anti-fire spell.

As a result, the black flame not only did not disappear, but burned even more intensely. The terrifying heat wave scared the young masters back again and again.

"Well, I'm sorry. Different fire spells require different counter-curses. I'll try again."

The second counter-spell still did not make the fire disappear, but this time the flame was much smaller.

Ye Ting had figured out the trick. After reciting the third spell, the black flames in front of his eyes immediately disappeared completely.

"Professor Snape's special fire." Ye Ting shook his head disdainfully: "That's it."

Then, they finally came to the last room.

There was already someone there - not Snape, not even Voldemort.

It was beyond Harry's expectation, but within Ye Ting's expectation.

It's Quirrell.

"You!" Harry and Ron gasped in shock.

Quirrell was also surprised. He patted the five small necromancers in front of him - the number of them was a little beyond his expectation - and then focused on Ye Ting.

"It's you little mudblood again!" He looked quite surprised: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Ye Ting sneered and pointed his wand at Quirrell.

"Go ahead, Professor Quirrell. You have the right to remain silent, but what you say will become evidence in court."

With a "pop" sound, Zhang Qiu and Hermione laughed out loud behind Ye Ting - they had also seen Muggle movies and TV, and knew what this was about.

However, Quirrell, Harry and Ron had no idea what he was talking about and looked at Ye Ting strangely.

"Are you kidding me?" Quirrell was a little angry, but someone was angrier than him.

"Why?" Harry asked him loudly, "Why you? I thought Snape -

"Snape?" Quirrell was amused by him. This laugh was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer.

"Yeah, Snape doesn't really look like a nice guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which is really helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt that- ——But————where is the poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?”

Quirrell satirized Harry proudly, which made him feel very accomplished.

Harry couldn't believe it at all. Snape, whom he had always suspected, had been protecting him, and in his mind, Professor Quirrell, who had been persecuted by Snape, was the mastermind behind this.

Professor Quirrell's appearance made Ye Ting feel very funny. As a villain, his profile was too small.

"So, does it make you proud to deceive a child?" Ye Ting cast a caring look at him and said sarcastically: "So what if you deceive everyone? Without the magic stone, you still don't have to Waiting to die?"

"That's enough!" Quirrell was trembling with anger after his pretense was interrupted. He roared at Ye Ting: "You are too nosy! I can't let you live in this world! You will regret standing in front of me again. !”

"It's you who should regret it! You are the loser. Ye Ting did not fall behind in his words. He turned to the others and said: "I will stop him. You can quickly find the magic cloth and get out of here. "

Ron was already frightened. He nodded hastily and pulled Harry back...

Hermione originally wanted to help, but Zhang Qiu pulled her away. She felt that they would only do Ye Ting a disservice.

Ye Ting waved his magic wand, and a wall immediately rose up around him, separating the two of them from the small necromancers.

"There are only two of us left now," Ye Ting smiled maliciously at the opponent in front of him, and that smile made Quirrell shiver.

"Let's start the last unfinished showdown. You have nowhere to escape here."

"You will be the one who dies here!" the latter replied, but his expression was obviously not very good-looking.

The space here is too narrow, and both sides can only fight head-on, with no room for maneuver.

In this case, he is at a huge disadvantage as his magic power is relatively weak.

However, he had to bite the bullet.

Regardless of the magic showdown here, on the other side, the little necromancers searched the entire room, but found nothing.

"There's no Philosopher's Stone anywhere." Ron complained: "Do you think he made a mistake? Could the Philosopher's Stone be on Professor Quirrell?"

"Absolutely impossible!" Hermione categorically denied: "When we came in, Professor Quirrell was obviously looking for the Philosopher's Stone, otherwise he would have found a chance to leave.

"What you said is nice, but where is the Philosopher's Stone?" Ron retorted tit for tat.

Although they didn't become friends, or even assigned to the same house, Hermione and Ron still quarreled so easily. They were born to be incompatible. I don't know how they became a couple in the original novel.

But at the moment, Harry didn't have the energy to listen to them arguing. 4. His attention was focused on the mirror in front of him.

It was the Mirror of Erised, which he had seen in the restricted section of the library during the Christmas holidays.

He still remembers that the magic mirror can reveal the greatest desire in a person's heart. At that time, he also saw his dead parents and relatives through the magic mirror.

Harry looked into the magic mirror.

In the mirror Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright red stone, then blinked and put the stone back into his pocket.

At this moment, Harry felt something heavy fall into his pocket.

It's incredible——-he actually got the Philosopher's Stone like this.

Thanks to Dream City for the 5,000 point reward and a total of 40 reminder tickets. Due to the limited manuscript storage, I can only add one chapter today and two more chapters tomorrow.