Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 46: Through the Flames

Hermione immediately clapped her hands, "That's it, the last level is Dumbledore's protection, and also the greatest protection of the Philosopher's Stone. This level is the most critical, it's hard to pass. We can wait here, maybe Snape can't get the Philosopher's Stone at all. Even if he does, he'll be exhausted, and we can wait here and grab it."

There was movement in Harry's eyes, and he was almost persuaded, but his eyes quickly turned firm, "I'm here, I can't back down, and it might be a good idea to stay here. But Snape might be better off from other places. The passage that brought out the Philosopher's Stone, and even Voldemort was in it, he would use the Philosopher's Stone to recover."

Hermione looked a little angry at Harry's stubbornness. She waved her fists and shouted, "If Voldemort is inside, how dare you go in, and why do you stop him?"

There was a look of helplessness on Harry's face. He knew his reasons were unconvincing. "I beat Voldemort once, didn't I?

He went on to point to the scar on his forehead, "I can feel it burning my body, burning my soul, and I can't hold myself back. I can't give up, that means giving up, I'm going to live in total fear of Voldemort. Lost everything." Harry's voice was choked up.

Hermione's lips trembled as she tried to persuade Harry. But looking at the poor and fragile body in front of her, she wanted to take on the whole world. She couldn't put her persuasion into words, she just asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, no." Harry said incoherently. "I mean I can handle it, I'm not going to give in, but seriously, it hurts."

Seeing Harry's situation, everyone was silent for a while.

Harry wanted to face his fears and overcome his nightmares, and in this situation, no matter how much everyone wanted him to move on, no one could stop him.

"Waiting for a few minutes, I'm trying to clear this flame." When Harry and the others were talking to each other, George was already standing in front of the flame, watching the flame intently, flipping through the information in his memory, looking for a way to clear the flame. Method.

Hermione looked excited and stared at Harry expectantly, "Waiting for a few minutes."

"Okay, but I can't wait too long, I can feel the pain of the scar getting worse." Harry put his eyes on George, he believed that George's strength would eventually dispel the flame, but it took time, And they've run out of time.

After a moment, George murmured words, and he waved his wand, and the flames waved violently in front of him. Strong and weak, stretched, shrunk, torn apart, closed, but eventually recovered. Hermione and Ron also came up, took out their wands, and kept attacking the flames ahead.

"Which bottle is it that can be returned?" Harry asked suddenly.

Hermione turned her head, not knowing why, but replied immediately, "The round bottle on the far right."

"Hermione, drink that bottle," Harry said before Hermione could speak, "don't interrupt, listen to me, you go back and grab a broom from that room with the keys. It You can drive you through the trapdoor and avoid Louville. After that, you can go directly to the owl's shack and let my Hedwig send a letter to Dumbledore and let him support us."

Hermione was unwilling and refused to leave independently, and immediately asked, "What about you?"

"I can't wait, I have to go through the flames now, and I can hold Snape in check. I know, I'm definitely not his match. But I can bring him over and George and Ron will help me." Ha It took Li a lot of time to come up with this reason to convince everyone.

Hermione turned her head and looked at George expectantly, "George, can you clear this flame?"

"It will take a little time, the flame is not born out of thin air, but through the special environment here, with the support of the magic circle, otherwise I would have cleared it.

"George was also a little helpless, a spell definitely couldn't stop him, but in front of a set trap, he couldn't do anything for a while.

Harry didn't want to continue to delay, he was very afraid, not only afraid of Snape, Voldemort, but also afraid that his companions followed him into the secret room and died under Voldemort's hands. The burning scar on his forehead reminded him of the strength of his opponent, and he suddenly wanted to go forward alone, and he was afraid.

He is also very brave, he is brave to move forward, bravely to the opponent. Whether it was Snape or Voldemort ahead, he would not give in to them. He can be knocked down, he can be killed, but he will not be defeated, he will not give in, just like his parents.

Harry walked straight to the table, picked up the smallest of the bottles, and drank the liquid in one breath. "Here I am."

Like ice, a chill penetrated his body, and he felt like he was back before he was eleven. He hid alone in the closet, cold and hungry, in darkness, and there was no sound around him. Time pulls the old man all the time. But he was a little different now, he was no longer afraid. He put down the bottle in his hand and passed by George and Ron. He coldly watched the black flames climb up his body, feeling no heat.

"Harry, you must come back." Hermione shouted from behind.

Harry was surrounded by a black flame, and he watched the flames consume him, but he felt nothing, saw nothing. Until his body felt weightless, he came to the other side and entered another room.

There was a man inside, not Snape, not Voldemort.

It's Quirrell.

"It's you?" Harry was so surprised that it became difficult to breathe. Although George has reminded that Quirrell is not reliable, and even stealing the Philosopher's Stone may be Quirrell. But Harry, who had always regarded Snape and even Voldemort as his imaginary enemies, didn't know how to deal with it at this time.

Quirrell squinted his eyes, his face full of pride, not at all timid and cautious, "Of course it's me." His voice began to turn cold, "I'm still wondering if you will suddenly appear and then See you, Potter."

"But what about Snape?" Harry looked around, still not convinced that Snape wasn't here.

" Snape Both bring fear. And that's what we need, as long as he's there, who's going to be on his guard. Who cares at this point, poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

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