Hogwarts snake in the mist

After passing through the wooden door, they came to a huge chessboard.

"I think this is wizard chess. We need to play chess to get there." Ron looked at the tall chess pieces.

"I think the four of us should replace the four chess pieces on the chessboard so that we can go together." Ron thought carefully, "With all due respect, you guys are not very good at chess."

"Okay, we're not angry, tell us what to do" Harry interrupted.

"Okay then, Harry, you can be the bishop, and Hermione can be the castle. If Eric is the queen, then." Ron quickly distributed the chess pieces for everyone, "I will be the knight."

The chess game started soon, and they began to feel scared when the white queen on the opposite side knocked their other knight to the ground mercilessly and ruthlessly and dragged him out of the chess board.

Then there is the classic scene where Ron sacrifices his life and is eaten by the white queen, and Harry checks the king to win the chess game.After Ron was knocked unconscious, Eric and the other three continued to move forward even though they felt uncomfortable.

The last remaining logical reasoning question didn't stump Hermione at all. She quickly identified the two bottles containing potions that could move forward and return.

"Hermione, first drink this potion that will allow you to return. Then go back and take Ron with you, get two broomsticks, and go to the Owlery to ask Hedwig to send a letter to Dumbledore asking for support." Harry picked up the pretense and returned. The bottle of potion was handed to her.

"The two of us can delay for a while, but we will definitely not be able to defeat Snape, so go ahead."

"But what if Harry encounters the mysterious man?" Hermione was very worried.

"No but, don't forget, I escaped from him once." Harry didn't wait for Hermione to finish speaking, picked up another bottle and took a sip.

"Eric, here, if Voldemort really stays with Snape, I will hold them back while you go first."

Eric didn't say anything, nodded, took the bottle and took a sip.Don't worry, you don't need to tell me, if the situation is not good, I will definitely run away first.

A biting cold instantly penetrated his whole body.

Eric and Harry watched Hermione's figure disappear into the purple flames, then turned and walked into the black flames spitting out tongues of flames in front of them.

They successfully passed the black flames and arrived at the last room.

There was already someone there, not Snape, not even Voldemort, but Quirrell.

"It's you." Harry was extremely surprised. Snape was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and Quirrell was sworn to protect him. How could it be like this?

"Of course it's me." Quirrell said calmly, "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter. It seems you have brought a little follower."

He glanced back and forth at Eric next to Harry with dark eyes. The child was unexpectedly calm, which was a strange reaction.

"But, I thought it was Snape"

"Oh, Snape," Quirrell laughed, sounding like sharp glass on a blackboard.

"Yes, Snape does not look like a good person. With a big bat like him floating around all day long, who would doubt me, a poor stammering Professor Quirrell?"

"Harry, Professor Snape is indeed innocent." Eric whispered to Harry, who looked completely dizzy.

"But, but Snape wanted to kill me and put a curse on my broomstick."

"That was Quirrell's doing. Professor Snape has been reciting the breaking spell to you, so your broom didn't completely go out of control. Both breaking spells and poison spells require you to keep an eye on the target of the spell."

"Okay, have you two little guys finished your last words? It's really slow." Quirrell interrupted the conversation between the two impatiently, snapped his fingers, and several ropes suddenly appeared and reached the two of them. Tangled up on the body.

"Curse Stop" Eric had already quietly held the wand in his hand after entering the room. As soon as the rope touched his body, it disappeared.

"Petrification of All" solved the rope problem. Eric first started to attack Quirrell. He wanted to control Quirrell first, and then help Harry untie the ropes.

"Unbehaved children will be punished." Quirrell was very angry, and the consequences were serious. "I changed my mind. Now I have to deal with you, this annoying little follower."

He raised his hand and uttered a fatal curse.

"Avada Kedavra" Harry saw with his own eyes that the wand in Quirrell's hand shot out a green light, just like what he saw in his nightmare, and shot at Eric.

It's not good, it's very bad. Eric's sensory warning is crazy, as if he will die on the spot if he touches even a little bit of green light.

Eric rolled to the side and crawled to the side. The terrifying green light brushed against his left shoulder and hit the wall.Death passed him by.

"Pain" avoided the rope and the death curse, but he still failed to avoid the attack of a certain stone.The green light hit the wall, and the pebbles bounced through the shoulder accurately. The left shoulder became a bloody mess under the rapid impact.

"Fainted" escaped the fatal blow. Without any delay, Eric raised his wand and struck again.

Quirrell didn't expect that Eric could avoid Avada Kedavra. He was stunned for a moment, but the curse that fell unconscious had already arrived in front of him.

While Quirrell accidentally fell under his own spell, it has not yet been lifted.Eric quickly rescued Harry first, and then immediately took out the whitening potion and poured it directly into the wound.

A large amount of translucent white potion flowed out, and a lot of it was sprinkled on the ground, but now is not the time to feel distressed.The wound healed quickly and new granulation sprouted.

Just as the wound began to heal, Quirrell was back on his feet.He looked very embarrassed, with a fierce expression on his face. He raised his wand and was about to cast another spell.

At this time, a voice came out. It was not Quirrell's voice, it was as if it came directly from Quirrell's own body.

"Tie them up first, hurry up and get the magic stone first"

"Yes, my master." Quirrell responded to the voice unwillingly, glared at Eric bitterly, and the rope entangled the two of them again.

Eric didn't make any moves this time. His physical strength had been almost exhausted in the fight just now, and now that he was injured, it would be very detrimental to him to continue fighting.

It's better to be tied up and rest for a while, waiting for the efficacy of the whitening potion to take effect. Quirrell will definitely loosen the rope when he can't find the magic stone.It's not too late to wait until Harry gets the Sorcerer's Stone.

"Eric, are you okay?" Harry asked in a worried voice.He saw the terrible wound on Eric's shoulder.

"It's okay, Harry. Don't worry about me. Just think about what to do for a while." Eric responded in the same way. The rope was tied extremely tightly and just happened to be on the wound. Quirrell was definitely taking the opportunity to retaliate.