Marvel: I'm Hermione, from Hogwarts!

set off!

Taking advantage of the night, the three of them sneaked into the restricted area on the fourth floor.

Hermione didn't want to share an invisibility cloak with the other two, so she cast an Disillusionment Charm outside.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

Arriving at the entrance to the restricted area room, Hermione unlocked it without saying a word.

The guard of the first level, the three-headed dog Lu Wei, was sleeping soundly, with an automatic harp next to him.

"Oh no, Snape's gone!" Harry said anxiously, "I heard Hagrid say that the way to deal with the three-headed dog is music!"

"us……"

Harry was about to say something, but saw Hermione taking the lead, stabbing the three-headed dog in the neck with a syringe, then directly lifted the door and jumped down.

"Roar!!!"

The pain woke the three-headed dog up instantly, and it looked at Harry and Ron with murderous eyes.

No, Hermione, you!

You didn't even say a word before attacking the monster?!

The two were so scared that they rolled and crawled, and finally jumped in at the last moment.

First level, passed.

"Bright as day!"

As she fell, Hermione cast an illumination spell below.

The devil's snares were stimulated by the light and all shrank back. The three people fell directly to the ground without any hindrance.

Second level, passed.

Continue walking inside and you will come to a cave.

There were keys with wings flying all over the sky, and a broom was floating on the ground with a locked door next to it.

"There must be a key that can open this door. I guess this level requires us to ride on a broom to grab the one at the top..."

Before Harry could finish his analysis, he was interrupted by a curse.

"Leviosa!"

In Hermione's hand, a rope floated up. Under her control, it twisted like a small snake, quickly passed through the key array, and directly tied down the target key.

Taking the key, opening the door, Hermione strode in.

The third level, passed.

The three levels took a total of twelve seconds.

Just like going home.

Chapter 46: Ancient Magic Emerges

Harry and Ron were stunned to see Hermione doing it so smoothly, just like she did at home.

"Hurry up, don't waste time," Hermione looked at the two people who were moving slowly, a little impatient, "Old Voldemort is still waiting in front, finish it quickly and go back to rest, I'm sleepy."

Hermione walked quickly to the huge wizard chessboard in front, jumped onto the stone horse and began to give orders.

In this game, having too many people is a debuff.

Fortunately, she had observed 1400 million possible endings and found the only route (wrong).

"D5!"

"E6!"

"C3!"

"General!"

As the chess pieces moved, the enemy king was chopped into pieces and the door ahead opened.

Great, no Potions test, no need to think!

After playing a game of chess at the speed of light, both of them looked at Hermione as if she were a monster.

Harry reacted and pulled Ron forward.

"Collapse!"

There was a flash of light, and Ron fell unconscious on the spot.

Looking at Hermione holding her wand, Harry was horrified: "Hermione, what are you doing!"

"There will definitely be a fight later. His skills are too poor and he will only hinder us. I will send him back first."

After saying that, a zombie floated away and disappeared along the way they came, taking Ron with him.

Harry stared blankly at Hermione's back, and the next second he suddenly realized something was wrong.

No, I don't think I'm that strong! Am I safe?

And you are the best fighter here, why don’t you go?!

But it was too late to regret now, Harry could only grit his teeth and continue walking inside.

……

At the deepest part of the passage is a secret room.

Inside the room, a huge mirror stood in the center. It was the Mirror of Erised.

If the previous levels are equivalent to unwrapping the wrapping paper of the Philosopher's Stone, then in this level you will find that what is wrapped in the wrapping paper is actually an extremely sturdy safe!

In front of the mirror, Quirrell slowly turned around.

Why is he standing here motionless?

It’s nothing, I’m stuck.

"It's you!" Harry said in disbelief.

He always thought that it was Snape who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but he didn't expect it to be Quirrell!

Looking at this situation that was actually inconsistent with the facts, Harry found it difficult to accept it for a moment.

The prejudice in people's hearts is as huge as a mountain... Hermione hid at the door and sighed in her heart.

Seeing Harry's shocked expression, Quirrell began to explain his evil plan according to the rules of the underworld.

After that, he forced Harry to take out the Philosopher's Stone.

The magic mirror was enchanted by Dumbledore, and only those who wanted to find the Philosopher's Stone but did not want to use it could actually take it out.

Harry subconsciously touched his bulging pockets. In order to divert Quirrell's attention, the only way Harry could think of was... chatting.

Chatting non-stop.

How are you?

I'm fine thank you, an-an-and you?

I'm fine too.

Just like that, after several rounds of communication, Quirrell finally realized that their communication, apart from increasing the relationship between teacher and student, was of no help in getting the Philosopher's Stone.

The thief Harry refused to listen and either refused to tell anyone even if beaten to death or made up a story. The scene was at a stalemate for a while.

Seeing his subordinates' touching work efficiency, Lao Fu finally decided to step forward in person.

Quirrell turned away and untied the scarf from above his head.

The next second, another face slowly emerged from the back of Quirrell's head.

The nightmare of the wizarding world, a beacon for purist activists, a heavy stamp collector, a lovable and charming villain, Voldemort makes a brilliant appearance.

Harry looked at her and felt a sharp pain on the scar on his forehead. He then fainted.

Looking at Harry who had been knocked unconscious, a faint voice came from behind Quirrell's head.

"The Philosopher's Stone is in that child's pocket. Go and get it."

It was a hoarse voice, completely different from Quirrell's.

Just as Quirrell was about to reach out, a voice came from the door.

"You seem to be recovering well, Professor Quirrell."

Hermione walked in from the door with a smile.

"It's you!"

Quirrell recognized her immediately.

It was the first-year girl who injured him with a strange weapon in the Forbidden Forest!

And a Quidditch madman!

If he hadn't sucked enough unicorn blood at that time, coupled with the mysterious methods of his master, he would have died on the spot!

Thinking of this, Qi Luo's eyes showed deep hatred.

"You're looking for death!" Quirrell raised his wand and was about to attack.

"Stand down, Quirinus!"

When Voldemort's voice sounded, Quirrell trembled all over and looked in pain. It was obvious that he was punished by him in some way.

Looking at Hermione, Voldemort said slowly: "Little girl, you are very talented. Why don't you follow me? No matter what your dream is, I will definitely help you realize it."

There was a hint of temptation in the voice.

"Alright, alright, you're already like this, you should just take care of yourself first." Hermione waved her hand, "And I want the Philosopher's Stone, are you willing to give it to me?"

Voldemort's eyes darkened.

"Quirinus, kill her and get the Philosopher's Stone!" Seeing that his bewitching attempt had failed, Voldemort acted immediately without hesitation.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Boom!

Quirrell pointed his wand at Hermione, but was blocked by the latter's Shield Charm.

Feeling the strength of the blasting spell, Hermione shook her head.

It was just as she thought. Voldemort had possessed him and sucked away most of his magic and vitality to sustain his life. Quirrell's current strength was not even as good as that of a senior student at Hogwarts.

"If this is all you have, then stay here today."

This one sentence instantly angered Voldemort.

He who had terrified the wizarding world for so many years was actually looked down upon by a twelve-year-old girl?

The next moment, Quirrell's expression twisted and he let out a scream of pain.

“Master, no, don’t, I am loyal to you…Ahhhhhhhh!”

After a scream, Quirrell was completely silent.

Voldemort's face, which was originally at the back of his head, gradually moved to the front, covering Quirrell's original face.

Frog, it actually has a nose!

"Is this how you treat your loyal servant?" Hermione asked, tilting her head.

"It is his honor to devote himself to me." Voldemort said in a cold voice.

He did this out of helplessness. God knew how this girl in front of him could possess such a high level of magic at such a young age. He could feel from the fight just now that in Quirrell's current state, he could never be her opponent.

However, if I miss tonight, I may never have another chance to get the Philosopher's Stone.

So he had to sacrifice Quirrell and extract his remaining life and magic power to temporarily restore himself to the level of a normal wizard.

Voldemort stretched out his wand. "Now, I will give you another chance. Be loyal to me, or else..."

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Hermione didn't say anything and threw out a blasting spell.