novelslam Chapter 212 Hermione's cheating
Chapter 212 Hermione's cheating
Chapter 212 Hermione's cheating
As a third-rate traveler, William has not filed a record with the Space-Time Administration, and is an illegal smuggler.
What kind of system, the plot is understood, he doesn't have all of them, such a miserable time traveler is simply a shame to the seniors.
One thing William knew, though, was that Harry had defeated Voldemort.
Otherwise, could it be the boss who killed the protagonist?
But judging from William's current observations, he doesn't think Harry can defeat Voldemort.
Talent, mentality, wisdom... none of them are qualified, and the only thing worthy of praise is probably courage.
Of course, Harry was young, and Dumbledore was clearly grooming him.
Before, William thought that Dumbledore set up the restricted area just for fishing and to lead out the mastermind behind the scenes.
It now appears that Dumbledore's target was Harry from beginning to end.
He was building Harry's courage.
Dumbledore is probably in control of everything in the dark at this time.
If Voldemort hadn't suddenly brought out a basilisk in the Quidditch field, killing all directions and leading the principal away, Harry would not have died.
It can only be said that Dumbledore also played off a little bit, making the situation beyond his imagination.
Or maybe?
Ravenclaw's ring was Dumbledore's last trump card, why would he ignore it so much and let the situation collapse to this point, and by the way, try another wave of William?
Kill two birds with one stone?
If so, Dumbledore would be terrible.
Sure enough, people become refined when they get old.
However, William didn't know if Harry had practiced it. The whole process of breaking through the level was more like Hermione with full-level equipment and hanging up, bringing two cute newbies with experience.
Harry didn't even try, like an idiot.
For example, in Lu Wei's level, Hermione sang a lullaby, and Lu Wei fell asleep.
After opening the trap, Harry wanted to jump directly, but Hermione stopped him again.
She knew that there was no devil's net below, so she jumped directly, which was no different from committing suicide.
Hermione took out a bundle of long ropes from the ring that cast the Untraceable Casting Charm, and wrapped them around Lu Wei's neck.
The three of them descended to the bottom along the rope.
They walked quickly to the room full of keys, and Harry spotted several broomsticks in the corner.
Harry was about to ride the broom to grab the key, but Hermione stopped him again.
"No, William has cast the Fire Curse and Copy Curse on the key, you will die if you touch them."
Hermione is a witch who has read the secrets of customs clearance, and she will not make Quirrell's mistakes.
"What can we do then?" Ron asked worriedly. "We can't open the door."
"It's okay, I have the key here."
Hermione pulled an antique key from her pocket.
"Where did you get the key?" Harry asked in surprise.
"When I came to break through the barrier for the first time, William got this key. I put it in my pocket and forgot to put it back."
Hermione opened the room with the key, and the three of them walked into the next level without any risk.
At this level, Ron showed his might and won Professor McGonagall's wizard chess, but he was also knocked unconscious by the White Queen, and then dragged to a corner where no one was around.
Harry and Hermione continued on to the next level.
The room where the troll was placed, the troll was killed by Quirrell at the end of Christmas, and there was only a pool of coagulated blood on the ground, and they entered the final level safely.
When the two of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from the ground behind them, and black flames also shot up from the door leading to the front.
Hermione went to the table, picked up the parchment, and read.
"Hermione, can you untie it?" Harry had already asked Hermione habitually.
Little Zhuge Hermione just glanced at it, put down the parchment, and said, "The reasoning is a bit more troublesome, that's not the point.
This riddle is not the original one, but William wrote it, and I don't know if Professor Snape knows the correct answer. "
Hermione thought for two seconds, but still shook her head: "Don't take any risks, if Professor Snape gets the answer wrong and we drink the potion, won't we die here?"
Harry asked again habitually: "What should I do then?"
"It's okay." Hermione smiled smugly, and took out a bottle of potion from the ring.
"William brewed it himself, and he gave me a bottle." Hermione said happily.
What else could Harry say besides envy?
Hermione wanted to go in with Harry, but Harry stopped her.
Harry asked Hermione to write a letter to Dumbledore, asking him to come to the rescue, and then entered the final level alone.
William watched all the while, and Harry displayed a unique courage, as Dumbledore had hoped.
In this regard, he is worthy of being a Gryffindor, and it is also the only thing worthy of praise in his whole process.
William also followed Harry into the Devil's Flame.
This time it was no longer the principal's office, but a large empty room.
William drank the enhancer, and used the Disillusionment Charm and Occlumency. As long as he didn't stare into the Dark Lord's eyes, he could be prevented from being spotted.
However, there was no Dark Lord in the room, only Quirrell's soul, floating in front of a large mirror.
Quirrell turned his head, and William's pupils shrank sharply.
Obviously it was Quirrell's body, but his face seemed to have been scraped off by someone, leaving a pale face stuck to it.
There was a pair of shining red eyes embedded in the face, and the nose was split open, like a snake.
Voldemort has occupied Quirrell's body, and his state is also very special. He is no longer a ghost, but more like Peeves.
Peeves is different from ordinary ghosts. His biggest feature is that he can touch entities.
Obviously, Voldemort has regained his body, even if this body is different from the real physical body.
Voldemort waved his arm, and Harry floated in front of the mirror.
"Well?" he asked sharply. "What did you see?"
Harry worked up his courage. "I saw myself shaking Dumbledore's hand, I - I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."
"Lie, Potter, you're lying." Voldemort smiled uglier than he cried.
"No one can lie to the great Lord Voldemort."
"Harry Potter..." he whispered.
Harry tried to step back, but his legs wouldn't do it.
"Look at what I have become!" Voldemort sneered, "There are only shadows and vapors left... Even if I have a body now, it will be short-lived.
But if you are lucky and want to wait for Dumbledore, save yourself.
I wrote a fake letter and tricked him into going to the Ministry of Magic.Of course, Dumbledore is so smart that he might see through my plot.
So, I left him a big baby at Quidditch.
He doesn't care about you, he cares more about hundreds of students than your life... Hurry up and give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket. "
Harry's legs suddenly felt again.He staggered back.
Voldemort laughed, raised his wand, and said viciously, "You better save your own life and take refuge in me... Otherwise you will end up like your parents... They begged me bitterly before they died Forgive me..."
"Lie!" Harry yelled sharply.
He suddenly took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket, threw it in his mouth, and swallowed it.
"No!" Voldemort became angry, he raised Quirrell's wand, and shot a curse at Harry.
Voldemort crouched impatiently, preparing to dig the Philosopher's Stone out of Harry's stomach.
But Quirrell's hands had just touched Harry's body, and he withdrew his hands as if scalded by flames.
Quirrell's body seemed to be in great pain, and his face was constantly changing between Voldemort's and Quirrell's, which was very strange.
The sharp roar came from the body, as if reaching the depths of the soul.
Voldemort spat out a mouthful of blood, knelt down on his knees, covered his mouth with his hands, blood dripping from his fingers.
Quirrell has become a ghost, where did he get the blood, these are Voldemort's own blood!
He resolutely broke away from Quirrell, turned into a baby-like body again, turned and fled towards the outside.
As Voldemort left, Quirrell's eye sockets oozed black blood, his ghostly body suddenly shattered and disappeared into the room in a stream of light.
William sighed and turned to leave.
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(Thanks to the big guy "From the original starry sky" for the reward.)
(End of this chapter)