The God of Ice and Fire at Hogwarts

Soon, with the cooperation of the four people, these chess pieces turned into fragments all over the ground.

"Go!" Harry yelled.

They passed this room quickly and came to the third room.

There was only one unconscious troll in this room. They did not stay any longer, but pinched their noses and held their breath before entering the next room.

When the four people came to this room, purple and black flames instantly rose at the entrance and exit of the room, and on a table in front of them, there were seven strange-shaped potion bottles.

Next to these potion bottles, there is a roll of parchment.

Irina opened the parchment and read the words on it.

"Danger is ahead, safety is behind,

There are two of us who can help you.

Drink them, and one will lead you forward,

The other sends you back to where you came from.

Two contained nettle wine,

Three are killers, waiting in line.

Take your pick, unless you want to stay here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly the poison hides,

In fact, they all stand to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are different.

None of them will work for you if you want to move forward;

Third, you will find that the bottles are of different sizes;

Death is not hidden among giants and dwarfs;

Fourth, second from the left and second from the right,

Although they look different, the taste is the same. "

Looking at the text inside, Hermione held her chin and said, "Obviously, this is a riddle."

Irina said bluntly: "The smallest bottle contains the magic potion that can pass through the black flames, and the bottle on the far right contains the magic potion that can go back!"

Hermione looked at Irina in surprise, as expected of her good best friend, she is amazing!

Harry picked up the smallest bottle of potion and frowned: "The potion in it is only enough for one person to drink, less than one sip!"

Irina spread her hands and said: "It seems that we have someone to go back. But that's okay, we also need someone to go back and inform the professor for support!"

"That makes sense," Ron nodded, "I'll go to the owl hut and write to Professor Dumbledore, maybe he can rescue us in time."

Hermione also agreed, and she said, "Then I'll call Professor McGonagall."

But at this moment, Harry picked up the potion on the far right and frowned again: "But, there are only two people left in this bottle of potion, which means one person must be left in this room."

Hearing this, everyone fell into silence.

Irina said suddenly: "Harry, can you show me the potion that passes through the black flame?"

"Here." Harry handed the smallest potion bottle to Irina without hesitation.

"Fireproof potion!" Irina approached the bottle mouth, sniffed the smell inside, and judged.

"Hey," Irina said softly, putting her left hand into her pocket, "I remember I still have stock!"

After speaking, Irina took out a small bottle from her pocket. After opening the bottle, the smell inside was exactly the same as that bottle of fire retardant.

"Irina, isn't your Potions class bad?!" Harry was a little shocked.

Irina rolled her eyes at him and said, "Please, even if I'm partial and not good at Potions, it's still easy to get an 'E' in the final exam!"

Harry fell silent for a moment.

After checking the potion in her hand, Irina felt a little regretful: "Unfortunately, my fire-proof potion is only enough for two people, which means one of us has to go back and notify the professor."

After hearing this, Ron hesitated and volunteered: "I'll go! I know that my magic level is the worst among the four of us, so I won't hold you back."

Ron picked up the potion on the far right.

Irina nodded towards him and encouraged: "Believe in yourself, Ron. In fact, informing the professor is the most important task among us. After all, it is related to whether we can go back alive!"

Ron nodded vigorously, took the potion, and left through the purple flame.

And Irina, Hermione, and Harry took the fire retardant potion and walked through the black flames at the exit.

Passing through the black flames, the three came to the final room.

As soon as he came in, Harry saw Quirrell in front of the Mirror of Erised.

"How is it possible, is it really you?! I thought..."

Harry was incredible.

He has always suspected Professor Snape, but after Professor Snape ruled out the suspicion, he has been unwilling to believe that Quirrell is the culprit.

But unexpectedly, what Irina said turned out to be true!

"Use that boy! Use that boy!"

At this time, a voice came from the back of Quirrell's head, which made people feel horrified.

"Yes, master... Potter, come up to me!"

Quirrell waved his wand, and the gravel on the ground turned into countless ropes, bound towards Harry.

"Expelliarmus!"

Irina raised her hand and cast a disarming spell, forcing Quirrell to cancel the spell and retreat.

"Trash! Knock out those two guys who are in the way!"

Voldemort's voice came.

Quirrell nodded, he swung his wand quickly, and spells came in the direction of Irina and Hermione.

"Armor protection!"

Hermione cast the Iron Armor Charm, trying to block Quirrell's attack.

However, Hermione seemed to have underestimated Quirrell's spell skills. After all, Quirrell's usual stumbling in class made it difficult for her to regard him as a master of spells.

A spell that faintly broke Hermione's armor and hit Hermione hard.

Hermione flew backwards for several meters, hit the stone wall behind and fainted.

"Gan!"

Seeing that a teammate was missing from the beginning of the battle, Irina suddenly felt difficult.

Hermione was knocked unconscious, and Harry was bound by magic ropes in the next few spells, leaving Irina to fight Quirrell alone.

Even Lin En and Irina may not be able to defeat Quirrell together, let alone Irina alone.

There is no doubt that in just a few rounds, Irina was hit by a disarming spell and the wand in her hand flew out.

Although Irina still had the ability to cast spells without a wand, she chose to pretend to be defeated and fell to the ground struggling hard.

It's up to you, Harry!

Irina pretended that she was in so much pain that she couldn't stand up, but her eyes were fixed on Quirrell.

No one knows whether Quirrell will kill her with a last-ditch blow without practicing martial ethics? !

Even if she wants to act, she has to be prepared.

Fortunately, Quirrell's desire for the Philosopher's Stone was greater than killing Irina. He tied Harry with a magic rope and tied him to the Mirror of Erised, forcing Harry to look at the Mirror of Erised.

After a while, Harry saw himself holding the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised. Then, he felt his pocket sink, and the bright red Philosopher's Stone really fell into his pocket!

After realizing that Harry had obtained the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell untied his turban, revealing Voldemort's strange face.

Voldemort also possessed Quirrell again, looking at Harry with a grin, trying to snatch the Sorcerer's Stone from Harry's hand.

boom! boom! boom! …

But at this critical moment, three gunshots were heard in succession.

There were three more bloody holes in Quirrell's back, and the violent impact forced Quirrell to throw himself forward and fall into the mud.

"However, the generation of squirrels, how can they defile the proud works of the master?!"

Linn walked slowly from the entrance, looking at everything here with cold eyes. In his left hand, there was smoke coming from the muzzle of a desert eagle that shone faintly.

The surrounding black flames parted to both sides at the moment they sensed Linn's arrival, making way for Linn. These black flames looked very high, as if welcoming their new king.

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