Who will save the great Mr. Porter?

He is going to be stumped by Snape's problem!!!

"This is not magic - this is logical reasoning - it is a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards do not have the slightest ability to reason logically, so they have to be trapped here forever." Hao Fang said calmly, "Harry, as long as you use snacks, you will definitely get the answer."

That's right, this time he wasn't going to help Harry, but let him solve the problem by himself.

Anyway, although Kiro and Voldemort are inside now, they can't get the Philosopher's Stone, so there is no need to worry.

Time is on their side, so there is no need to worry at all.

"This..." Harry couldn't help but feel depressed.

"Believe in yourself. Think about the levels you passed before, and you will have an answer." Hao Fang said with a calm smile.

This is a trial, a trial prepared for Harry.

It was arranged by the professors on the surface, but in fact it was more or less influenced by Dumbledore.

Otherwise, if it is really used to guard against the enemy, how could it be written out directly?

Since Hermione is missing, Harry will be in a more difficult situation in the future, and he must make himself cross the past.

If Hao Fang takes action, Harry will not be able to gain experience and will face increasingly difficult situations in the future.

This was not what he wanted, after all--

If Harry cannot get exercise, how can Hao Fang's magic seed be improved through this?

In short, Hao Fang is for Harry's good and for his own good.

All he needs to know is written on this piece of paper: Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one can safely pass through the black flame, and the other can send him back through the purple flame.

This is written very clearly, but what about the specific details?

Harry couldn't understand for a moment!

The seven bottles are big and small, and the shapes are different.

In other words, there seems to be a rule here? Should the secret be in it?

If the logic problem cannot be solved, you may be able to see one or two from the bottle itself.

In other words, this problem gives both wise men and mentally retarded two ways to solve the problem.

"Uh, it turns out to be so simple..." Harry seemed to see something.

Three are poisons; two are wine, and two are two kinds of potions, one in and one out.

According to Hao Fang's prompt, Harry found the smallest and most inconspicuous bottle, which was very suspicious.

It is precisely because it is the smallest and most inconspicuous that it is incompatible with other bottles.

In particular, Harry also discovered that the potion was only in one bite, which was even less than expected.

Based on the inspiration of the key that was caught in the first level, it can be imagined that this bottle of potion has been drunk, with only a little left.

That's right, Harry finally got the answer after thinking hard.

When Harry gave the answer, Hao Fang applauded and expressed his congratulations.

In fact, Hao Fang thought Dumbledore was indeed amazing.

Obviously, it was impossible for Snape to stay because he was not such a person at all.

Harry drank the potion without hesitation.

Because he knew that the amount of potion was left in one mouthful this time, he would definitely be the only one who went there.

Perhaps, Hao Fang is in the relationship with him, and Harry was afraid that Hao Fang would stop him, so he rushed towards Heihuo after drinking the potion in one sip.

It penetrated Harry's whole body like ice. Harry saw the black flame licking his body, but he felt nothing - at that moment, he could see nothing, there was only black flame in front of him - and then he went to the other side and entered the last room.

There was already a person inside—not Snape, not even Voldemort.

It's Quirrell.

"You!" Harry was so shocked that he couldn't breathe.

Quirou smiled. Now his face was not twitching at all..

"It's me," he said calmly, "I was wondering just now if I would meet you here, Potter."

"But I thought--Snape--"

"Snape?" Qiluo burst into laughter. The laughter was not the sharp and harsh tremor he usually had, but a terrifying sneer. "Yes, Snape really doesn't look like a good man, right? He was flying around like a giant bat, which was very helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt the poor, knot-knot-stumbling professor of the Kiro-Kiss-stuttering professor?"

Harry couldn't believe it all. It couldn't be true, it couldn't be.

"But Snape once wanted to kill me!"

"No, no, no, I was the one who wanted to kill you. If Snape hadn't been chanting a countercurse next to him and wanted to save your life, I would have thrown you to death long ago."

"Snape wants to save me?"

"Of course that's the case." Qilo said coldly, "Why did he say he wanted to be a referee for your second game? He wanted to make sure I didn't harm you anymore. It was ridiculous... In fact, he didn't have to do anything. With Dumbledore on the spot, I couldn't do anything. Other teachers thought Snape wanted to stop the Gryffindor from winning, and he really made himself unpopular... But all this was a waste of time, no matter what, I must kill you tonight."

Quirrell snapped his fingers and said that, he soon saw several ropes jumping out of thin air and tied Harry up tightly.

"You are too nosy to let you live in the world again, Potter. On Halloween Eve, you were wandering around in school, and I knew at the time that you saw me checking the Philosopher's Stone's mechanism."

"Did you let that monster come in?"

"Of course that's the case. I have a special way to deal with trolls - you must have seen it, how did I teach that guy in the room over there? Unfortunately, when everyone was rushing to search for trolls everywhere, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed to the fourth floor and tried to stop me - not only did my trolls not kill you, but even the big three-headed dog did not bite Snape's leg off."

Harry then realized that the giant monster was to deal with him. Fortunately, he was not curious at the beginning and responded to Quirrell's plan.

Only Hao Fang sneered, and only Qiluo would think so.

In fact, Snape is Voldemort's own person, and Quirrell is not clear about this.

Therefore, Snape's performance was a different interpretation in Voldemort's eyes, which was absolutely different from what Quirrell thought.

Only Quirrell thinks he is smart, but in fact, in the eyes of smart people, there are all loopholes.

"Okay, wait quietly, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

It was not until this time that Harry discovered what was standing behind Quirrell. It was Eris' Mirror.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell murmured, knocking it along the frames around with his hands. "Only Dumbledore can take out such things... But he is in London at this moment... When he comes back, I will have gone far away..."

The only way that can be thought of is to let Quirre keep talking and prevent him from focusing on the magic mirror.

"I saw you and Snape in the forbidden forest-" he said rashly.

"That's right." Qilu said lazily, turning to the back of the magic mirror to check, "He had already set his sights on me at that time, and wanted to know how far I was going. He had been doubting me. He wanted to scare me--in fact, he couldn't scare me, and Voldemort was my backer..."

Quirot turned back from behind the magic mirror and stared greedily inside the mirror.

"I saw the Philosopher's Stone...I'm giving it to my master...but where is it hiding?"

Harry tried desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he was getting tighter and tighter. He had to stop Quirrell from focusing all his attention on the magic mirror.

"But Snape always seems to hate me so much."

"Oh, he really hates you." Qilu said casually, "Oh my god, of course he hates you. You don't know that he was studying at Hogwarts with your father, right? They both hated each other and were irreconcilable. But he never wanted you to die."

"But a few days ago I heard you crying-I thought Snape was threatening you..."

The first time a tremor of fear flashed across Kilow's face.

"Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to follow the instructions of my master - he is a great wizard, and my strength is so weak-"

"Are you saying that he was the one who was in the classroom with you?" Harry asked in surprise.

"He is with me wherever I go," said Quirrell. "I met him while traveling the world. I was a foolish guy at that time, with a ridiculous idea of ​​good and evil. It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistakes. There is no good and evil right and wrong in the world, only power, and incompetent people who cannot obtain power... I have served him faithfully since then, but I have disappointed him many times. He has always been very strict with me."

Quirot trembled suddenly.

"He never forgives my mistakes easily. He was very upset when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from the Gringott. He punished me... and decided to monitor me more closely from now on..."

Kilow's voice gradually became so low that it was impossible to hear. Harry remembered the scene when he went to Diagon Alley - why didn't he think of it at that time? He clearly saw Kilow that day, and he shook hands with him in the broken pot bar.

Quirrell lowered his voice and cursed.

"I really don't understand... Is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?"

Harry's mind was spinning rapidly. At this moment, the biggest wish in my heart, he thought, was to rush to the Philosopher's Stone before Quirrell. So, if I looked in the magic mirror, I should have seen myself find the stone - this means I can see where the stone is hidden! But how can I go over and look in the magic mirror without being discovered by Quirrell?

He tried to move quietly to the left, trying to move to the front of the mirror while Kiro was not paying attention. However, the rope that wrapped around his ankle was too tight, and he tripped and fell to the ground.

Quirre ignored him and was still talking to himself.

"What's going on with this mirror? What exactly does it have? Help me, master!"

Harry heard a voice answering in horror, which seemed to be coming from Quirrell's own body.

"Use that boy...Use that boy..."

Quirrell turned to Harry.

"Okay - Potter - come here."

He slapped his hands again, and the ropes that tied Harry automatically loosened. Harry slowly stood up.
To be continued...