Harry Potter Platinum Glory

"Senior, what do you think will happen next?" Walking through the beautiful and cold ground, Harry was a little fortunate to be able to get the help of Augustus. Judging from the previous levels, it was impossible for them to pass without the help of Augustus. , at least in his opinion.

"We've got through Sprout's trap, the devil's web. Flitwick should be the one who enchanted those keys. Professor McGonagall transformed the pieces, making them come alive. I think that's all that's left. Quirrell's magic, and Snape's." Augustus answered Harry's question as he walked.

They came to a door again. "Can you open the door?" Harry whispered, looking back at Augustus, he didn't dare to act without permission.

"Come in." Augustus nodded.

Harry pushed the door open. Suddenly, a disgusting stench came to their nostrils, and they had to lift up their clothes to block their noses. His eyes and Ron's eyes were also smoked with tears, and through the blurred tears, a troll, larger than the one they had fought against last time, lay motionless on the floor in front of him, lost perception

There was a large bloody lump on the head.

Augustus was already prepared, and the moment Harry opened the door, he gave himself and Hermione a fresh air, avoiding the stench of the troll's corpse.

"Great, we don't have to fight this troll," Harry whispered. They carefully stepped over the troll's sturdy legs. "Come on, I'm out of breath. 35

He opened the next door, and for a while, the two of them couldn't even see what was waiting for them next, obviously there was a psychological shadow - but there was nothing scary here, just a table with seven rows on it. bottles of various shapes.

Seven bottles are filled with luscious liquids, which seem to contain endless magical powers, and each color reveals a mesmerizing color.

"It must be Snape's magic," said Harry. "What should we do?"

Just as the four of them crossed the threshold, a flame suddenly rose up behind them, sealing the door. The flame was unusual: it was purple. At the same time, the door leading to the front also burst into black flames. They were stuck in the middle.

Seeing the black flame, Augustus laughed immediately. Although the flame seemed a little weak, it was definitely not wrong.

Black fiery. It seems that Snape's level is really good.

"Look!" Hermione grabbed the roll of parchment that was lying next to the bottle. Augustus put his arm around Hermione from behind, and read with her: Danger lies ahead, safety lies behind. There are two of us who can help you.

Drink them, one will lead you forward, the other will send you back to where you came from. Both contained nettle wine. Three are killers, waiting in line. Choose, unless you wish to procrastinate here forever. We also provide four clues to help you choose: first, no matter how cunningly the poison hides, it is actually standing to the left of the nettle wine; second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right ends are not well-rounded. If you want to move forward, they are not will work for you; third, you will find that the bottles vary in size.

There is no death in the giant and the dwarf; the fourth, the second from the left and the second from the right, look different, but taste the same.

"Interesting, logical reasoning." Augustus was a little intrigued, rarely seen this in the wizarding world, and it seemed that Snape really had a different taste.

Hermione let out a long hiss, and Harry was surprised to see her smile, something he couldn't have laughed himself. As for Ron, he didn't even understand the content just now, so he stood there awkwardly pretending to be a devil flame, but looked at Augustus's hand around Hermione's waist with jealousy from time to time.

"Yes," said Hermione, "it's not magic - it's logic - it's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards and wizards don't have the slightest sense of logic, and they're stuck here forever."

"If that's the case, I'll leave this to you." Augustus glanced at Hermione, who was carefully studying the prompts. In fact, he could ignore the flames, but this was a good opportunity for Hermione to show her confidence. Heart, in Augustus's view, is still necessary.

"Just give me a minute, and I should be able to decipher this mystery in one minute." Hermione read the paper a few more times. She walked up and down the row of bottles, talking to herself, pointing at this or that bottle. Finally, she clapped her hands happily. "Got it," she said, "this tiniest bottle can help us get through the black flames - get the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry looked at the inconspicuous little bottle.

"There's only enough in there for one man," he said, "and less than a sip. 35

"Which bottle would allow one to return through the purple flames?" Augustus asked, turning his head.

Hermione pointed to a round bottle on the far right.

"Well then, Ron, drink the liquid in the bottle that can be returned, go back through the purple flame and return to the dormitory immediately to wait for our news. Hermione, you stay here, wait for me to return, and don't need anything during this period. Move. Harry, drink the bottle that goes on, and I'll go in with you right through the black flames. Augustus thought for a moment, then told the three of his plans.

Hermione nodded and asked her to go back early. She was so worried about Augustus, so waiting here was the best choice.

As for Ron, he had long been apprehensive about the terrifying encounter here. Now that he can go back in an open and honest manner, how can he disagree? So he quickly nodded.

Needless to say, Harry came here for the Philosopher's Stone.

"You have to be careful!" Hermione glanced at Augustus with some reluctance, then hugged him tightly.

"I'm leaving!" Ron couldn't look any further, turned around, and passed through the purple flames.

Harry took a deep breath and grabbed the smallest bottle of 637. He turned to face the black flames.

"I'm here." After he finished speaking, he drank the liquid from the small bottle in one gulp.

The potion was indeed like ice, and it penetrated into his whole body at once. He put down the bottle and walked forward. He mustered up his courage and saw the black flames licking his body, but he felt nothing - at that moment he asked, he could see nothing, only the black flames in front of him - and then he went smoothly to the other side , entered the last room.

Reassuringly kissed Hermione's forehead, Augustus signaled her to be relieved, and then performed an earth escape rock color concealment technique, his whole body slowly disappeared into the air, and then went straight through the black flame.

These black flames touched Augustus' body, rubbing against Augustus' black robe like clusters of well-behaved pets. In terms of the degree of control over flames, no wizard in this world can match him.

Walking slowly into the room, Augustus glanced at the room, and it wasn't Snape, or even Voldemort, standing in the middle of the room.

It's Quirrell.

Of course Augustus knew that, but Harry didn't. The person in front of him was completely beyond his expectations, making him a little unacceptable.

From Augustus' point of view, Potter must think he's really stupid.

Augustus was invisible, Quirrell thought Potter was the only one who came in, and immediately started the villain's death-defying performance.