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"I need to get across."
The troll tilted his head, and it took him a while to understand what Kyle meant. He then walked up to the chessboard with a wooden stick in hand.
The white chess pieces tried to step forward to stop the attack, but they were as fragile as clay in front of the giant monster with incredible brute force, and they shattered into pieces with just one hit.
Kyle followed the troll and walked straight to the door opposite.
Behind him, the broken chess pieces were slowly recovering. Kyle did not stop, put the troll back into the box and walked along the next corridor.
There was another troll in the next room, and a disgusting stench hit my nose. The smell was so terrible that it was more deadly than the troll itself!
Kyle held his breath and used the Disillusionment Spell to easily trick the troll, and hurried through the room to the last level.
There is only one table with seven bottles of different shapes on it.
As soon as Kyle stepped over the threshold, a purple flame rose up behind him, blocking the door... At the same time, black flames also leaped up from the door leading to the front.
He was stuck in the middle.
Kyle walked over to the table and picked up the parchment on it.
A simple logical reasoning question... If someone who lives in Baker Street, London, were here, they would probably know the answer at a glance.
Although Kyle was not that fast, he didn't need to do any reasoning and just picked up the smallest bottle.
Kyle uncorked the bottle, looked at the dark liquid inside, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to drink it.
The color was so weird that he couldn't eat it.
And Snape's potions have one common characteristic... as long as he doesn't drink it himself, the taste is indescribable.
Mikel had said last year, when he first drank the demon suppressant, that the fertilizer in the greenhouse smelled sweeter than that stuff.
Kyle didn't know if he was exaggerating, but it was always better to be cautious.
After all, Snape knew who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and given his personality, he might actually add some seasoning to the right potion.
Kyle decisively put the bottle back and walked to the black flame in front with his wand.
Then, his wand began to glow orange.
The light began to spread from the tip of the wand, quickly dyeing it a bright orange.
Kyle backhanded his wand and stuck it into the ground.
"All curses end!"
In an instant, the purple and black flames went out at the same time, and the entire room returned to its original appearance.
Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.
Thanks to Dumbledore, who twenty years ago changed this large-scale magic that required multiple wizards to perform together into a single spell.
Otherwise, ordinary spells to stop the attack may not be effective.
Kyle walked quickly through the door and successfully entered the last room.
Quirrell...or rather Voldemort hadn't arrived yet, and there was only a huge mirror in the room.
The Mirror of Erised.
Kyle walked forward and walked around the mirror.
To be honest, he thought about it for a long time and still had no idea how Dumbledore hid the Philosopher's Stone in this mirror.
Kyle guessed that Dumbledore must have used alchemy to disassemble the Mirror of Erised and reassemble it after adding the Philosopher's Stone.
Kyle certainly couldn't do this, but it was a piece of cake for those alchemy masters.
And Dumbledore happened to be a master of alchemy, otherwise, he would not have become a close friend of Nicolas Flamel when he was young.
Those smoking silver objects in the principal's office should be his works, but I don't know what their functions are.
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 222 Qi Luo's Strange Experience
Late at night, in the quiet corridor, a figure in a black robe avoided Filch who was patrolling and quietly came to the fourth floor.
Since meeting the Dark Lord in Albania, Quirrell's previously unchanging life has undergone tremendous changes.
He has a new goal in life, which is to help the Dark Lord rise again.
As long as he succeeds, he can reach a position that he never dared to imagine before.
For example, replacing Barty Crouch, who had looked down on him in the past, and becoming the new Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, or being bolder... Minister of Magic!
It's not impossible.
Although he was not the first Death Eater to join, as long as he could successfully steal the Philosopher's Stone and help resurrect the Dark Lord, he would be able to overtake others and become the biggest contributor.
Bellatrix, Sirius Black, they are very famous, but what's the use.
Where were they when the Dark Lord needed help the most... in Azkaban.
Now, the only one who can help the Dark Lord rise again is him, Quirinus Quirrell!
Why would those people fight with him, just because they used to be the Dementors' reserve food?
Moreover, the Dark Lord had promised that if anyone could help him resurrect, he would gain unparalleled power and countless wealth.
And most importantly... eternal life!
Looking at the shabby wooden door in front of him, an abnormal blush suddenly appeared on Qi Luo's face.
As long as you pass the levels set up by the professors here, power, wealth, status... will all be within your reach!
During this school year, he has inquired many times, both openly and secretly, and he has basically understood all the levels except Snape.
The most troublesome three-headed dog was also dealt with by him using a dragon egg.
To be honest, it's not easy, because of Oren last year, the Ministry of Magic has been conducting very strict inspections on magical creatures in recent times.
He almost emptied out all his family assets and bought the dragon egg from a European wizard at a price ten times higher than the market price.
Even though I was cheated, as long as I could get the Philosopher's Stone, it would be worth it no matter how many Galleons I spent.
Now, Dumbledore was tricked into going to London with a letter, and Snape was looking for the non-existent Death Eater in the Forbidden Forest.
Everything is progressing step by step according to his plan, and no one can stop him anymore!
Quirrell took out a huge harp and cast a spell to make it play soothing music, then he pushed open the door tremblingly.
"Go to sleep, big guy, have a good sleep..."
Quirrell, who pushed open the door, was suddenly stunned.
The room was completely empty. Not only was there no three-headed dog, there wasn't even a strand of dog hair.
"Did I go into the wrong room?"
Quirrell stepped back puzzled and looked around.
This is definitely the place... He remembered the stone statue holding an axe opposite and he would definitely not make a mistake.
"Don't waste your time here, idiot!"
Suddenly, another person's voice came out of Qi Luo's body.
"Please forgive me, Master."
Quirrell didn't dare to stay any longer and walked quickly into the room.
But when he saw the trap door without any protection, he suddenly felt heartbroken.
He had been saving Galleons for more than ten years... If he had known this would happen, he would not have bought the dragon egg.
"Hurry up!" Voldemort urged again: "What are you waiting for? Dumbledore may come back at any time!"
Hearing Dumbledore's name, Quirrell shuddered all over, quickly opened the trapdoor and jumped down.
He had already investigated clearly and found that there was a devil's snare placed by Sprout below, which was enough to hold him up.
And it is also very easy to deal with the Devil's Snare. It only requires a simple lighting spell.
Quirrell was confident.
however……
"Boom!"
With a dull thud, Quirrell fell straight onto the hard floor.
"Oh... my legs... oh, my arms... my waist..."
Quirrell curled up on the ground and groaned in pain. The fall was so hard that he felt a tearing pain all over his body.
"Damn it, Sprout actually dared to lie to me!" Quirrell roared in his heart.
Just as he was about to explain, he suddenly heard the Dark Lord's angry roar!
"Get up, idiot! Do you want to die here?!"
Quirrell subconsciously raised his head, and found that there was a lot of round things in front of him... It seemed to be cabbage?
But who would grow cabbages here? That must be crazy.
Just as he was thinking about it, the "cabbage" in front of him just rolled forward a little, revealing its big mouth full of sharp teeth!
Then the second one... and the third one...
Quirrell's face turned pale instantly.
He remembered that these things were biting cabbages... a dangerous plant that was as famous as poisonous tentacles. If the distance was close enough, two biting cabbages could kill an adult wizard.
And here, there are dozens of them...
At this moment, Quirrell seemed to feel the greatest malice in the world.
"Sprout...you deserve to die!"
"Ahhhh!"
The next second, Quirrell's heart-wrenching screams rang out in the room.