The exam date is getting closer and closer, and Harry has been in a state of fear. He is afraid that Voldemort will suddenly appear one day, because he feels that Voldemort can steal the Sorcerer's Stone at any time, and he is almost in the mood to review. , Even when reading a book, my mind is often distracted.
"Harry, to be honest, I think we should report to the headmaster and professors immediately." Ron already knew what they saw and heard in the Forbidden Forest. "I never believed even a word of that Slytherin." While speaking, he patted the table in front of him to show the seriousness of the situation.
"They won't believe it." Harry shook his head.
"Malfoy won't tell the mystery man." Hermione whispered.
"You actually speak for that Slytherin?" Ron seemed incomprehensible.
"He didn't lie to us about Norbert before, did he?" Hermione said.
"That's just his plan. Think about it, how happy his father will be when the mysterious man is back!"
Hermione didn't know how to answer him.
"Don't talk about it." Harry buried his head in the book, as if he didn't want to think about these things anymore. His scar has been stinging from time to time since returning from the Forbidden Forest, and he can't even sleep well at night, Neville It is even suspected that he has test phobia because he always wakes up screaming.
No matter how much the high school students look forward to and how much the low school students hate it, the final exam is finally here.
Whether it's making a pineapple tap-dance across a desk, turning a mouse into a snuffbox, or telling the recipe for a potion of oblivion, Malfoy, who's already graduated enough, can't be bothered. Let's talk about courses that only require memorization, such as History of Magic courses.
Anyway, when the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up the answer parchment, everyone was liberated.
The trio got together after their exams, Harry said his head was still hurting, and Ron suggested going to Hagrid's cabin to relax.
"Oops." Mentioning Hagrid, Harry seemed to have thought of something, and his face turned pale. "There will never be random coincidences," he said.
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Ron was puzzled.
"I have to find out from him now." Harry hurriedly pulled the two of them towards Hagrid's cabin.
It was easy to get what Hagrid said, Harry confirmed his thoughts, Hermione and Ron turned pale instantly.
"That person is either Snape or You-Know-Who," Hermione said tremblingly.
"We have to find Principal Dumbledore as soon as possible, maybe the centaur can testify for us." So the group of them rushed to the principal's office again, and the result was obvious, they got frustrated. They had to run to the stone steps outside.
"We have to go by ourselves." Harry said helplessly.
"Harry, Professor McGonagall just said..." Ron wanted to persuade, but was interrupted.
"I know, if you inquire about these things again, points will be deducted, or you will be expelled." Harry's expression became a little crazy: "So what? If Voldemort really came back, what's the point of the Academy Cup, Huo Gwartz will be in ruins, razed to the ground, and maybe we'll all die, maybe a little earlier if I fail to stop him today."
"You're right, Harry." Hermione nodded.
"I'll go with you, Harry," said Ron.
"Me too," said Hermione quickly.
"I can't drag you down." Harry quickly shook his head.
"Is there anything scarier than death, Harry?" Hermione said softly, and she paused: "And Professor Flitwick just secretly told me that I got a hundred and twelve in his exam With such a high score, they are reluctant to drive me away."
"What about me?" Ron groaned.
This sentence made all three of them laugh, and the tense atmosphere actually eased a little.
After dinner, they sneaked away from others and sat in the common room. No one paid them any attention, and certainly no one wanted to. After almost all of his classmates had fallen asleep, Harry ran upstairs to get his invisibility cloak. After returning to the lounge, he was discovered by Neville who was still asleep.
"You're going to break the school rules again!" Neville yelled.
"All petrified!" Hermione pointed her wand directly at Neville. "I'm sorry, Neville," she whispered, and then said to the two of them, "We're running out of time, now that Snape's gone, we need to hurry up."
"Yeah." The other two nodded.
As for Neville, he was lying straight on the ground, stiff all over, looking as hard as a plank.
In the middle, they escaped Peeves and Mrs. Norris, and they also scared Peeves by the way. Finally came out of the corridor on the fourth floor—the door was already opened a crack.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, the big dog started barking. They saw a harp on the ground, and they knew they had to speed up, Snape was ahead of them.
Harry took out Hagrid's gift from Christmas, a flute, and he started to play, popping out notes that were out of tune, and slowly the barking of the big dog stopped - it wobbled After a few shakes, his knees softened and he knelt down, then he fell down on the floor and fell into a deep sleep.
Then Harry explored the path first, and the two jumped down. They were thankful that there was a pile of plants here to give them a buffer, but they found that these long vines entangled their legs.
"Oh no!" the two boys screamed.
"Flaming." Hermione raised her wand, pointed at the pile of plants and cast a spell. Blue bellflower-like flames shot out from the wand. In just a few seconds, the two boys felt that the vines were burning. Retreating from the light and warmth, I let go of their entanglement. The plants twisted and groaned, unwinding the tendrils that wrapped themselves around them, and Harry and Ron finally broke free completely.
"Hermione, you are really amazing." Harry praised, and Ron beside him also spoke. "Yeah, by the way, how do you know that this thing is afraid of fire?"
"It's been taught in class, don't you know?" Hermione said a little unnaturally.
Not only was it taught in class, but similar words also appeared on the note Malfoy gave her: "The devil's net is most afraid of fire." The few words on the paper were out of mind, and there were a few spells, Hermione was more impressed by this than the IQ taught in class.
"Did he know at that time that we were going to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione trembled, and then said to herself, "It's just a coincidence, a coincidence."
But what happened next she could no longer tell that it was a coincidence.
The three of them descended the slope until they came to the end of the corridor, and before them was a brightly lit room with a high, vaulted ceiling. Countless little birds, as dazzling as jewels, flapped their wings and flew around the room. There was a heavy wooden door on the opposite side of the room.
Then Harry easily grabbed a silver key. They continued to move forward and entered the second room. It was pitch black before entering, but suddenly the lights came on after entering. They saw a huge chessboard. A large pile of chess pieces stood on the chessboard, and these chess pieces were much taller than themselves. How to get through this door? There is only one answer, go after the victory in chess.
The three of them started to play black chess, replacing a knight, a bishop and a castle. Among the three, Ron played the best chess, Harry was a novice, and Hermione was not good at it even though her IQ was good. Peaceful, but when the White Queen violently knocked the knight down on the floor and dragged it off the chessboard, all three of them showed shocking expressions on their faces.
"Sacrifice is necessary, Harry, I must be eaten," said Ron after he had rescued Harry and Hermione.
"Ron, wait!" Harry uttered dissuasion, but Ron had already stepped out and took a step forward. Queen White rushed over immediately. She raised her stone arm and slammed it down hard.
"There are many obstacles!" At this moment, Hermione suddenly raised her wand and pointed at the White Queen. Suddenly, the swift arm of the White Queen became sluggish, as if in slow motion, unable to drop it for a long time.
"Harry, why are you still in a daze, I can't hold on for long." Hermione hurriedly shouted to Harry, who seemed stunned by this turn of events. Trembling all over, he moved three squares to the left. King White took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet. They won.
"Hermione, how did you do it?" Ron gasped for the rest of his life after the disaster.
"Never mind so much, let's go." Hermione didn't know how to explain, so she could only change the subject.
"Yes, we don't have time." Harry said hurriedly, and then the three of them hurried down a corridor, bypassing a troll that had already been seriously injured, and came to a table with seven bottle.
Hermione quickly deduced what all the potions in the bottles were doing. Harry asked the two of them to report back, while he drank the potion that could pass through the black flame.
The biting cold made him resist the black flames. He could see nothing but the black flames in front of him-and then he went smoothly to the other side and entered the last room.
"No!" As soon as Harry entered, he saw a scene that made his eyes tear open. There was already a person in there—not Snape, not even Voldemort. The man lifted a stone, and Harry thought Out of him, he is Quirrell.
Quirrell seemed to have noticed him, and he turned the back of his head, and Harry heard: "Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet." This was Quirrell's voice.
"It's enough for me to act a part now, give me the right to use my body." It was a shrill voice.
Two voices appeared in one body, and Harry couldn't help shivering.
The scarf was slowly lowered, and there was a face where the back of Quirrell's head should have been. Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face. The color of the face was as dead as chalk, the red eyes glowed, and there were two nostrils as long and thin as snakes.
Suddenly, that face started to laugh loudly, words like maniacal laughter, madness, and madness could be used in his smile, and his hand was tightly clutching the stone, as if he had seen some hallucination. There was such a distorted expression on his already extremely ugly face, and he kept waving his hands, making Harry feel sick for a while, followed by fear: "He got the Philosopher's Stone, he is Voldemort, I will Are you going to die?" His thoughts began to wander, he felt that a death curse would be shot at him in the next moment, and he regretted not learning a few more defensive spells, but then remembered that the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts was also Voldemort's. He thought about it, but he didn't usher in death for a long time.
He mustered up the courage to look at Voldemort, and found that the stone in his hand was turning into powder little by little, slipping from his palm to the ground.
"No!" As if his dream was shattered, he uttered a hoarse and shrill cry. He regained his sanity, but his expression became more ferocious, and he looked at Harry.
Harry said to himself: "I don't know why the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed by himself, although I may die, but it is enough." Then he sank into darkness, was he fainted by fright, or was cursed Hit, that's unknown.