Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 111

In the small glass bottle, a shallow layer of potion swayed, reflecting colorful rays of light, and it seemed that it was only enough for one mouthful.

Just one bite!

Hermione reacted immediately, and looked at the mouth of the bottle again, and found that the cork had indeed been moved.

"You didn't read the puzzle, and directly guessed which bottle was the potion that passed through the flame based on the state of the bottle?!"

Clark nodded, "Of course, since someone passed through here one step ahead of us, he naturally drank the correct potion first, so we just need to find the bottle that has been passively passed."

"That's probably enough for one, though," Harry said. "Not even a sip. There are three of us."

"That's right, so out of the three of us, only one can move on, and the rest can either go back or stay here."

"Let me go," Harry fought, looking very brave.

However, Clark looked at Hermione, "Which bottle can let people go back through the purple flame?"

Hermione looked at the parchment in her hand and thought for a moment.

"It should be this bottle." She pointed to the round bottle on the far right.

"You drank it!" Clark looked at Harry, and without waiting for his objection, he persuaded: "Don't worry, you listen to me first, among the three, I am the strongest, right? To face Snape, It should be me too."

"But……"

"You have more important things, Harry, you have the best flying skills among us, I need you to go back, get the broom in the key room, then go through the trapdoor and Lu Wei, go to the professor and tell them to stop Snape."

Harry's face was full of confusion, but what Clark said was also well-founded. Of the three, he was indeed the best in flying. If these two guys were to fly, I'm afraid they would be sent into Lou Wei's mouth.

Clark directly picked up the bottle of potion he had returned and shoved it into Harry's hands.

Under the gazes of the two, Harry only felt that he was full of burdens and couldn't help nodding.

"Clark, you have to be careful, wait for me to come back!"

After he finished speaking, he bit the bullet and drank the potion into his stomach, shaking his whole body.

"Isn't it poison?" Hermione asked worriedly, and to be honest she wasn't sure if her guess was right.

"No, but it's as cold as ice."

"You go first, maybe it will fail in a while." Clark told him.

"Good luck... be careful."

"Well, let's go!"

Harry turned, without looking back, through the purple wall of flames.

"Okay, now it's time to see us."

This potion is really like ice, chilling, even more enjoyable than the fast-freezing Sprite, it reaches people's stomach, and penetrates into the whole body in an instant.

However, only this effect can pass through the black flame wall without any damage.

Clark had been worried that these flames were fierce fires, after all, Snape had also known this powerful fire spell.

But on second thought, if Snape had this ability, he could develop a potion that could resist fiery fire, I'm afraid he would have left Hogwarts long ago and become independent.

But now it seems that this black flame is indeed not a fierce fire, it should be the flame of a special potion.

Yes, a flame ignited with a potion similar to kerosene, which is more powerful than ordinary flames and has strong adhesion.

At least Clark saw that the potion splashed from the trench dripped on the ground, and immediately ignited a fire, burning a hole in the masonry.

Fortunately, there is still the passing potion left by Snape.

After passing through the fire wall and successfully coming to the other side, I entered the last room,

The room was lit by a soft golden light, but you couldn't see any light source resembling a torch, as if the light was coming from the void.

Around the room, the white stone walls were inlaid with large blocks of marble, layer upon layer, up to the vault above.

At the foot is the same white marble floor. In the center, there is a complex and gorgeous golden mirror frame. There is an entrance in the mirror frame, which leads to another golden room. The door of the room is also burning with black flames.

The reflection of this mirror is so perfect that no matter what angle you look at, you will subconsciously think that this is an entrance to another room, not just a mirror.

But at this moment, there was already a person standing in front of the mirror. He was wearing a long robe, but at a glance, it could be seen that this mysterious guy was not Snape, because he was wearing a big, scarf dish. The hat looks ridiculous.

It's Chino!

As if he heard the movement behind him, Quirrell also turned around, and when he saw the visitor, a strange smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, his face didn't twitch at all, and the whole person's temperament changed drastically, looking smart and scheming.

"I was just wondering if I would meet Harry Potter here, or Clark Prewett, the genius wizard in the first year."

Quirrell's voice was cold and arrogant, "I didn't expect it to be you, Hermione Granger, the second smartest little wizard in the first year, what a surprising situation. Woolen cloth."

Yes, standing in front of Quirrell was none other than Hermione Granger.

It was she who drank the potion, walked through the black wall of flames, and stood in front of Quirrell.

Looking at the big boss in the final stage in front of her, in Hermione's mind, what Clark said to her on the side of the flames appeared again.

"I had a face-to-face with Quirrell and the mysterious man in the Forbidden Forest before, and severely injured him. If I go in now, I'm afraid that new hatred and old hatred will come together, and I won't be able to get the Philosopher's Stone."

"No wonder you took Harry away first, you need me to drink the potion to deal with Quirrell, right?"

"Of course~www.mtlnovel.com~ If Harry was here, he would definitely not let you go. But don't worry, I believe Quirrell will not be able to solve Professor Dumbledore's test. So before you get the Philosopher's Stone, you are all safe.

And whether or not you get the Philosopher's Stone, in five minutes, I'll rush in, and trust me, I won't let you get hurt at all. "

"I believe you! But how do I get the Philosopher's Stone?"

"trust yourself!"

"Aren't you very strange, standing here, why not Snape." Looking at the sluggish Hermione, Quirrell smiled a little smugly.

The laughter wasn't his usual sharp, timid vibrato, but a creepy sneer.

"No!"

Hermione, who came back to her senses, retorted calmly: "I guessed it long ago, it was you who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone. To be honest, your disguise is not very clever at all."

"Oh~ is it?"

Quirrell looked incredulous.

Chapter end