Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

Flitwick performed a proficient Flying Curse, and after confirming that the music box was working normally, his expression was a little ugly.

But he wound up the music box anyway, and got the music box going.

Like the sound of music that makes insects fly, making the atmosphere of the scene more quiet and awkward, Lu Wei's eyelids also began to become heavy.

When Lu Wei fell into a deep sleep, Mag couldn't wait to say: "We need to act quickly, the mechanism behind is very dangerous, especially the one you arranged, Severus..."

"You go, I'll wait for you here."

As a result, Snape's words left Flitwick and McGonagall dumbfounded.

"Severus, we need your help!" Flitwick urged.

Snape shook his head: "I believe Dumbledore, since he arranged this, then he must have budgeted for all of this."

"If I go down, it will disturb Dumbledore's arrangement, so I choose not to go down."

After speaking, he took a step back and exited the door.

It seemed that Snape's words were burning, but Cassandra seemed to see a strange expression at the corner of his mouth.

It seems to be smiling, but it doesn't seem to be.

"Professor, aren't you worried about Harry's death?"

"What does his life have to do with me?"

Snape gave Cassandra a white look: "Go if you want, don't waste time on me."

"Also... I expect the three of you to go forward and seven of you to come back. The consequences of losing any one of you will be disastrous."

"You don't need to teach this, Severus." Professor McGonagall was shaking with anger, but had to move forward.

No matter who is in the agency, we cannot sit idly by.

"And, boy, maybe you should..."

Flitwick tried to persuade Cassandra to go back. Although Cassandra was very violent just now, she was an 11-year-old witch after all.

Then she watched Cassandra flick her wand, pull open the trapdoor, and jump in first.

"The devil's net is below!"

Flitwick quickly followed, but by the time he jumped down, bright flames had already lit up in the devil's net.

"...It's a good thing Pomona isn't here, otherwise she would be sad."

Flitwick, who landed with difficulty, looked at the devil's net that had been burned away, sighed, and then continued to chase after Cassandra and Mag.

These institutional challenges may be enough to deal with ordinary wizards, but facing Voldemort, it is definitely a naked joke.

Ordinary professors don't know that it was Voldemort who came to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, but Dumbledore certainly did.

So in the end, it can only be explained that the previous institutions are all experiences for Harry and his partners.

Soon, Flitwick followed the two of them, and the trap he set up was in front of them.

Turn hundreds of keys into wings and let them fly in the air.

Only by riding a broomstick to find the real key can you pass the level.

But once the broomstick is touched, the key will attack the passerby, leaving few opportunities for trial and error to the passerby, it is simply tailor-made for those who are good at flying broomsticks.

Flitwick just looked up and saw the only key floating in the air with a dejected look.

Seeing this scene, he knew that someone had already passed this level.

"My Merlin... wait a minute!"

With a wave of his wand, all the keys clanged to the ground, and the only correct key flew into his hand.

He quickly opened the door with the key and led Cassandra and Mag into the next level.

And this level was arranged by Mag.

The person who breaks through the level must play wizard chess and win the opposite piece to pass the level. If he tries to pass the level, he will be attacked by all the wizard chess.

As the torches were lit, the huge room was illuminated.

Mag was just about to take out his wand to lift the spell, but saw a red-haired boy lying in the corner.

She almost trembled and ran over, almost fell to sit next to the boy, sniffed the boy in a panic, and almost poked her finger in the boy's mouth.

Mag was relieved to find that he was still breathing.

"My Merlin, what you say is true."

"We can't lose time!"

Flitwick jumped anxiously.

The further the checkpoint is, the more dangerous it is!

Mag quickly waved her wand to release her Transfiguration, and then said in a hoarse voice, "What should we do, leave him here?"

The calmest one was Cassandra: "Is he seriously injured?"

Mag shook his head, and Cassandra continued: "Then protect him, and we will move on."

McGonagall hastily cast Transfiguration and made a structure similar to a stone house, covering the unconscious Ron inside.

Then immediately followed in the footsteps of Cassandra and Flitwick.

Before he could keep up, Flitwick's scream was heard.

This made Mag's heart flustered even more.

Did it really make sense for Cassandra that she would see a dead child?

When she came to the door of the room, she saw the scene inside.

One troll was dead, with a large, bloody mass on its head.

Compared with the troll, what attracted her attention more was the blond boy hugged by Cassandra.

The boy's hands and feet were twisted strangely, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

If it weren't for his slightly heaving chest, Mag would almost pass out.

"Heal as before!"

Flitwick tried hard to cast the healing spell, but the effect was not good.

"This healing spell has no effect. He needs to be treated immediately, and he cannot be left here!"

Cassandra glanced at Flitwick, and Flitwick was startled by the dark eye shadow.

"I know, Professor McGonagall, please take him to the school hospital first."

"But……"

"No but, please listen to me, Professor McGonagall"

As if frightened by Cassandra's aura, and because he realized that Draco's injury was imminent, Mag still picked up Draco and ran back quickly.

Apparation was not allowed here, not even house-elves, apparently Dumbledore had prepared it on purpose.

After Draco was taken away, Cassandra walked forward and came to a purple flame door.

"This is a mechanism set by Snape, this purple flame is not an ordinary flame!"

Flitwick explained quickly, for fear that Cassandra would barge in.

Cassandra naturally knew that this flame was not easy to touch.

The black flame door behind this purple flame door is a more terrifying mechanism, and it is also the ultimate ultimate move against Voldemort.

The black flame was exactly the same as the black Fiercefire used by Greenwald, and few people could resist this kind of flame.

The only one who can do this may only be Dumbledore, not even Voldemort.

At least for now, the combination of Quirrell and Voldemort's soul residue is absolutely impossible.

Of course, Grinwald was a thing of the past, and Snape had obviously developed a potion that could deal with this kind of fire.

It is the answer to the logic puzzle of the next level, the potion that must be drunk to lead to the room where the Philosopher's Stone and the Mirror of Erised are located.

In other words, Voldemort must solve the puzzle in the last room within the duration of the potion, otherwise he will be trapped in the last room by the black fire.

And the riddle of the last room is one that Voldemort can't solve anyway.

This is Dumbledore's final arrangement against Voldemort.

If Voldemort wanted to rush out, the result would be his current physical body.

That is, Quirrell, who was burned to ashes by the black fire, and he himself had to live a life of neither human nor ghost.

Maybe it has to live on mice again.

However, the current development has obviously deviated from the original work.

Because Quirrell didn't enter the last room, he, Hermione, and Harry were all in the next room together.

Point the wand at Hermione and let Hermione think about the answer to the puzzle.

"You have one last minute, Mudblood."

Hermione already understood the meaning of Mudblood, and the word made her chest churn with rage.

But facing a Death Eater, Hermione could only rack her brains to think about the answer with her brain that was about to petrify.

"Hermione, don't tell him!"

Harry, with a broken arm, begged Hermione with difficulty.

But immediately Quirrell waved his wand, like a slap in the face.

"It's almost time for you to die, Harry Potter."

"Do not worry."

Hermione's shoulders were shaking, but she had no choice but to keep thinking.

At this moment, there was a noise from the previous room.

It was Professor McGonagall's voice, it was Professor Flitwick's voice, it was Cassandra's voice!

Hermione looked over happily, and then saw that Hermione and Flitwick were blocked from the purple flames.