Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 26: The adventure of 3 people

　　 The test date is getting closer and closer. Harry has been in a state of fear. He was afraid that Voldemort would suddenly appear because he felt that Voldemort could steal the Sorcerer's Stone at any time. He was almost in the mood to review it. Not anymore, even when I read books, I often lose my mind.

　　 "Harry, to be honest, I think we should report to the principal and professors immediately." Ron already knew what they had seen and heard in the Forbidden Forest. "I never believed even a word of that Slytherin." As he said, he patted the table in front of him to show that the situation was serious.

　　 "They won't believe it." Harry shook his head.

　　 "Malfoy will not inform the mysterious person." Hermione whispered.

　　 "Are you actually speaking for that Slytherin?" Ron seemed incomprehensible.

　　 "He didn't lie to us about Norbert before, did he?" Hermione said.

　　 "That's just his strategy, think about it, how happy his father will be when the mysterious man is back!"

　　Hermione didn't know how to answer him.

　　 "Stop talking." Harry buried his head in the book, as if he didn't want to think about these things again. Since his return from the Forbidden Forest, his scars have been stinging from time to time, and he couldn't even sleep well at night. Neville even suspected that he had test phobia, because he was always awakened by screaming.

　　 No matter how much the students look forward to or how disgusted the students are, the final exam has finally arrived.

　　 Whether it’s tapping a pineapple across a desk, turning a mouse into a snuff box, or telling the procedure for making a forgotten potion, it’s not difficult for Malfoy, who has already graduated enough. , Not to mention courses that only require memory, such as the history of magic courses.

　　 Anyway, when the ghost of Professor Bins told them to put down the quill and roll up the parchment for the answer, everyone was liberated.

　　 The trio of Audio-Technica got together after the exam. Harry said he still had a pain in his head, and Ron suggested going to Hagrid’s cabin to relax.

　　 "It's awful." When he mentioned Hagrid, Harry seemed to have thought of something, his face pale. "There will never be unprovoked coincidences," he said.

　　 "Harry, what are you talking about." Ron was puzzled.

　　 "I must find him to find out now." Harry hurriedly took the two to Hagrid's cabin.

　　 Hagrid’s words were easily covered. Harry confirmed his thoughts, and Hermione and Ron's faces instantly turned pale.

　　 "That person is either Snape or a mysterious person." Hermione said tremblingly.

　　 "We have to find Principal Dumbledore as soon as possible, and maybe the Centaur can testify for us." So they ran to the principal's office again, and it was obvious that they had touched their noses. They had no choice but to ran to the stone steps outside.

　　 "We can only go by ourselves." Harry said helplessly.

　　 "Harry, Professor McGonagall just said..." Ron tried to persuade, but was interrupted.

　　 "I know, if you ask about these things or run around, you will deduct points or be expelled." Harry's expression became a little crazy: "So what? If Voldemort really comes back to the Academy Cup, what else? Meaning, Hogwarts will be in ruins and razed to the ground. Maybe we will all die. If I fail to stop him today, maybe I will die a little earlier."

　　 "You are right, Harry." Hermione nodded.

　　 "I'll accompany you, Harry." Ron said.

　　 "Me too." Hermione said quickly.

　　 "I can't drag you down." Harry shook his head quickly.

　　 "What could be more terrible than death? Harry." Hermione said softly, and she paused: "And Professor Flitwick just secretly told me that I got a score in his exam for his homework. One hundred and twelve points. With such a high score, they are reluctant to drive me away."

　　 "What about me?" Ron let out a cry.

The sentence 　　 made the three of them laugh, and the tension eased somewhat.

　　 After dinner, they sneaked away from others and sat in the common room. No one cares about them, and of course no one wants to care about them. When almost all the classmates were asleep, Harry ran upstairs to get his cloak. After returning to the lounge, he was spotted by Neville, who was still not asleep.

　　 "You are breaking school rules again!" Neville said loudly.

　　 "All petrification!" Hermione pointed her wand directly at Neville. "I'm sorry, Neville." She whispered, and then to the two of them: "We have no time. Now Snape doesn't know where we are. We have to hurry up."

　　 "Yeah." The other two nodded.

　　 As for Neville, he is lying on the ground upright, stiff, looking like a wooden board.

　　 In the middle, they escaped Pippi again, and Mrs. Loris, and by the way, they frightened Pippi again. Finally walked outside the corridor on the fourth floor-the door had already opened a crack.

　　 Hearing the sound of pushing the door, the big dog began to bark. They saw a harp on the ground, they knew they had to speed up, and Snape was in front of them.

　　 Harry took out the present Hagrid had given him for Christmas, a flute, and he started to play it, popping out untuned notes, and slowly the barking of the big dog stopped-it shook After swaying a few times, he knelt down with a soft knee, then threw himself on the floor and fell asleep.

　　 Then Harry explored the way first, and the two jumped down. They were glad that there was a bunch of plants here that gave them a buffer, but they found these long vines entangled their legs.

　　 "Oh, no!" the two boys screamed.

　　 "The flames are blazing." Hermione raised her wand, pointed at the pile of plants and cast a spell. Blue bellflower-like flames spurted from the wand. In just a few seconds, the two boys Feeling that the vines were shrinking from the light and warmth, letting go of their entanglement. The plants twisted and twitched, automatically loosening the tendrils that were entwined with them, and Harry and Ron finally broke free completely.

　　 "Hermione, you are so amazing." Harry complimented, and Ron next to him talked. "Yeah, by the way, how did you know this thing is afraid of fire?"

　　 "It's all in class, don't you know?" Hermione said unnaturally.

　　 Not only in class, but a similar sentence appeared on the note Malfoy gave her: "The Devil Net is most afraid of fire." A mantra, Hermione was even more impressed than the IQ taught in the lesson.

　　 "Did he know that we were coming to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione shuddered, and then said to herself, "This is just a coincidence, a coincidence."

　　 But what happened next she couldn't tell it was a coincidence.

　　 The three of them descended down the **** and came to the end of the corridor. In front of them was a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling. Countless little birds that are as dazzling as gems, flap their wings and fly around the room. There is a heavy wooden door opposite the room.

　　 Then Harry easily grabbed a silver key. They continued to move forward and entered the second room. It was dark before entering, but suddenly the lights were bright after entering, and they saw a huge pair of On the chessboard, a lot of chess pieces stand on the chessboard. These chess pieces are much taller than themselves. How to pass this door? There is only one answer, you can go over after you win in chess.

　　 The three of them began to play black chess, replacing a knight, a bishop and a castle. Among the three, Ron played the best chess. Harry was a novice. Although Hermione had a good IQ, she was not good at it. , The early stage was peaceful, but when the White Queen fiercely knocked the knight to the floor and dragged it out of the chessboard, the faces of all three of them showed shocked expressions.

　　 "Sacrifice is a must, Harry, I must be eaten." Ron said after clearing Harry and Hermione.

　　 "Ron, wait!" Harry spoke out to discourage him, but Ron had already stepped his foot out and took a step forward. The White Queen rushed over immediately. She raised the rocky arm and slammed it down.

　　 "There are many obstacles!" At this time, Hermione suddenly raised her wand and pointed at the White Queen. Suddenly, the white queen's swift arm became sluggish, just like slow motion, unable to smash it.

　　 "Harry, what are you still in a daze? I can't hold on for long." Hermione hurriedly shouted to Harry, who seemed stunned by the incident. Shaking all over, he moved three spaces 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 panted for the rest of his life.

　　 "Don't worry about so much, let's go." Hermione didn't know how to explain, so she could only change the subject.

　　 "Yes, we have no time." Harry said hurriedly, and the three of them hurriedly walked down a corridor, bypassing a troll that had been seriously injured, and came to a table in front of it. Holding seven bottles.

　　 Hermione quickly reasoned out the effect of all the potions in the bottle. Harry told them both to go back to report, and he drank the bottle of medicine that could pass through the black flame.

　　 The bitter cold made him resist the black flames. He couldn't see anything. There was only a black flame in front of him—then he went to the other side smoothly and entered the last room.

　　 "No!" As soon as Harry entered, he saw a scene that made him starve. There was already a man in it—not Snape or even Voldemort. The man raised a stone. , Harry recognized him, he was Quirrell.

　　 Quirrell seemed to notice him. The back of his head turned around and Harry heard: "Master, your strength has not recovered yet." This was Quirrell's voice.

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　　 Two voices appeared in the same body, and Harry couldn't help but shiver.

　　The big scarf was slowly relieved, and there was a face on the back of Quirrell's head. Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face. The color of that face was as dead as chalk, the red eyes glowed, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

　　 Suddenly, that face began to laugh loudly. Words such as mad laughter, madness, and madness can all be used on his smile, and his hand is firmly holding the stone, as if seeing some illusion. , The face that was already ugly to the extreme showed such a distorted expression, his hands kept waving, making Harry feel sick, and then fear: "He has the Philosopher’s Stone, he is Voldemort. , Am I going to die?" His thoughts began to drift. He felt that a death curse would be shot at him in the next moment. He regretted not learning a few more defensive spells, but he remembered that the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was also Voldemort's. people. He thought about it, but he did not usher in death for a long time.

　　 He plucked up the courage to look at Voldemort, and found that the stone in his hand was turning to powder little by little, falling from the palm of his hand to the ground.

　　 "No!" It seemed that the dream was broken. He let out a hoarse and stern cry. He regained his sanity, but his expression became more ferocious. He looked at Harry.

　　 Harry said to himself, “I don’t know why the Sorcerer’s Stone was destroyed by himself. Although I might die, it’s enough.” Then he sank into darkness, frightened. I was still hit by a spell, which is unknown~IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.