Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"You are checkmate!"

After the words fell, the white king let go of the long sword in his hand, and the remaining white chess pieces retreated one after another, silently announcing the outcome of the game.

"We won?" Ron said in surprise, as if he still didn't believe it.

"We won, but it's not over yet." Aaron looked at the door guarded by the white chess pieces, "The subsequent levels will definitely not be easier than the previous ones, and we have to face a big boss."

"Ron, can you be alone?" Harry asked with some concern.

"Well... yes."

"Then I'll wrong you to wait for us here, and you don't want to participate in the rest of the levels."

"What? But I've come here." Ron stood up a little unconvinced, but just as he took his right foot, he staggered and almost lost his footing.

"You stay here!" said Hermione, "You can't let us carry you over there, can you?

In case of encountering any dangerous institutions again, we can't care about your state. "

"You don't want to implicate us either!" Aaron made up the knife very bluntly.

Ron opened his mouth and was silent for a while, before lying on the spot reluctantly.

Lie flat, but not rotten, there is nothing you can do.

Although I don't want to admit it, he is indeed a burden to the team now, commonly known as a drag.

If it's normal, it's fine, at most one point will be deducted for delaying the legs, but at this time, delaying the legs will obviously make the rest of the people more dangerous.

"a wise decision."

Aaron chuckled, and then moved on to the next level.

Hermione and Harry gave Ron an apologetic look, and followed Aaron into the next door.

Pushing open the door, a stench came in.

The three see familiar magical creatures, trolls.

But this troll was a little more miserable than the one they saw on Halloween.

It lay motionless on the floor with a large lump on its head.

"Great, it looks like we won't have to fight trolls," said Harry.

Aaron rolled his eyes, "Actually, you can think so too. The guy who came in first was very powerful, and he defeated a giant monster in a flash."

Harry's expression froze, but after thinking about it, he thought it was a matter of course. If he was mediocre, how could he have the courage to come to Hogwarts to steal things.

"Let's get out of here first!" Hermione said, covering her mouth and nose, "If you stay any longer, you will suffocate."

The three immediately bypassed the giant monster and pushed open the next door.

There is no magic here, just a table with seven bottles of various shapes.

"This level should be designed by Professor Snape." Aaron said thoughtfully, "Isn't it to prepare potions? If so, I suggest that I turn around and go back immediately.

Because it was very time-consuming, and the mysterious man had already succeeded when the potion was prepared. "

Harry took a deep breath and took a step forward.

In an instant, purple flames blocked the door, and black flames shot up from the next door.

"Beautiful!" Aaron's eyes twitched, "As expected of Professor Snape, he really doesn't leave any retreat!"

"Now I have to." Hermione shrugged, then walked to the table, picked up a piece of parchment on it, and read out:

Danger ahead, safety behind.

Two of us can help you, drink them down, one will lead you forward and one will send you back to where you came from.

Two contained nettle wine, and three were killers, waiting in line.

Choose, unless you wish to stay here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide, they stand to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right are different, and if you want to move forward, none of them will be useful to you;

Thirdly, you will find that the bottles are of different sizes, and there is no death hidden in giants and dwarfs;

Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although the appearance is different, the taste is the same.

After Hermione finished reading, her eyes glowed with confidence, "This is not magic, it's logical reasoning.

It's wonderful, as expected of Professor Snape, a wizard who can't reason is afraid that he will be trapped here forever. "

"Don't get too excited, I don't want us to be trapped here."

"What are you thinking about? This kind of logic problem can be solved in less than half a minute.

If it is to prepare potions, maybe there will be some labor gains, but this... is really a bit speechless. "

"Half a minute?" Hermione froze for a moment, then turned to look at the seven bottles, "Are you kidding me? It will take me a minute or two at the fastest to sort them out."

Harry stood aside silently, trying to suppress his presence as much as possible.

Is he the only one who thinks this level is difficult to get out of the sky?Or is there really such a big difference between the world of a top student and a scumbag?

"It's nothing difficult. The most important thing to do this kind of question is to analyze step by step." Aaron walked to the table, took a brief sniff, and pointed to the second bottle on the left and the second bottle on the right.

"It tastes the same, Professor Snape is really rich!

This kind of nettle wine is rare in the market, at least for 20 years.

The first one on the left is the poison, as for the second, the three bottles of poison are mixed in the third, fourth, and fifth bottles.

The bottle on the far right is not poison, not nettle wine, but it won't help us move forward, so of course it will send us away.

And it's the big bottle, which is the giant, and the smallest bottle in the middle is the dwarf, which helps us move on. After finishing speaking, Aaron spread his hands, "It takes less than 20 seconds, how easy it is!" "

Harry and Ron stared at him dumbfounded, speechless in surprise.

"Surely you want the bottle to go through black flames, don't you Harry?"

"Yes!" Harry nodded solemnly.

"Very good." Aaron looked at Hermione again, and handed the large bottle to her, "Drink it, go out, and return the same way."

"But what do you do?"

"I'll go!" said Harry, "this little bottle only has one mouthful, maybe less than one mouthful, and it should only be enough for one person to pass through.

Aaron, you go back with Hermione, and then send a message to Dumbledore asking him to come save us.

This matter has nothing to do with you, I tried my best to delay Snape, but it may not be too long. "

"Idiot!" Aaron said disdainfully, "I only agree to let Hermione go back, and I am against everything else."

"Why?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"First of all, the person inside is definitely not Professor Snape, I've said it countless times, but you always have to be preconceived.

Secondly, send a letter to Dumbledore at this time. When he comes back, I guess he can only collect your body.

The most important thing is, I thought of everything you thought of, and I thought of everything you didn't think of. Aaron said and saw that Harry's eyes became more confused, and sighed speechlessly, "Forget it, I can't explain it clearly to you.

You just need to understand one thing, I have my reasons for preventing the mysterious man from being resurrected, and it has nothing to do with me. "

"Was it the one in the Forbidden Forest?" Hermione asked tentatively.

After all, in the Forbidden Forest back then, the man in black was very interested in Aaron, and would rather give up the blood of the unicorn to catch him. Chasing him might not be enough to describe it.

If Hagrid hadn't come in time, the consequences might have been serious.

"Forbidden Forest?" Several question marks flashed above Aaron's head, "Yes, that was the time.

The most embarrassing moment in my life, if I don't get back on the spot, I will be in a panic. "

"But..." Harry swallowed, "how are you going to stop him?

If it wasn't Snape, it could only be You-Know-Who.

I have this scar on my head, maybe it can turn evil into good fortune.

How about you? "

"Don't worry about it, he can't bear to kill me."

Hermione nodded, deeply convinced, "It's true."

"Well, even so, he can arrest you."

"He didn't have this chance." Aaron said meaningfully, "Anyway, unlike you, I never do things that I am not sure about, nor do I do things without brains."

Harry:  …

Why does this sound so wrong!

"There is one more problem, there is only enough for one person in this small bottle, there are two of us."

"Cut!" Aaron curled his lips, picked up the nettle wine on the table, and poured the little potion in the small bottle into it, "Let's not say it's two people, three people are enough."

"Then am I..."

"Don't talk yet!" Hermione was interrupted by Aaron before she finished speaking, "Drink another bottle of potion and leave here, that's what you should do."

"No, I don't agree."

"It's up to you not to agree." Aaron said as he took out his wand, "I won't do anything to girls, but it's for your own good, and you'll know when you go out."

"You..." Hermione trembled her lips, "You really can't?"

"No, don't even think about it, there is no need to discuss this matter."

Hermione sighed slightly, glared at Aaron with her red eyes, then picked up the bulging bottle and took a swig.