v2 Chapter 45： Dumbledore of Fishing Law Enforcement

Although William couldn't use the Fire Spell and couldn't control the devil's flame, since this was a level, Dumbledore would definitely leave the key to clear the level.

A few people walked to the table, Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment next to the bottle, and she read:

Danger is in front of you, safety is behind. There are two of us who can help you. Drink them, one will lead you forward, the other will send you back to where you came from.

Both contained nettle wine. Three are killers, waiting in line. Choose, unless you wish to procrastinate here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose: First, no matter how cunning the poisons are hiding, they are actually standing on the left side of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are different. None of them will work for you if you want to go forward; third, you'll find that the bottles vary in size.

There is no death hidden in giants and gnomes; fourth, second on the left and second on the right, although they look different, they taste the same.

After listening to William, he smiled and said, "I don't know who came up with a simple logical reasoning question."

"These potions were prepared by Professor Snape, and he should have produced them." Cedric glanced down at the bottles.

Hermione also smiled, "Many of the greatest wizards have no ability to reason at all, they have to be stuck here forever, but this question is not too difficult."

William nodded. To be honest, Muggles are much better than wizards in this regard. Their subject education guarantees them, and many times they have strong logic.

"Then let's see who can figure it out first?" Hermione suggested.

William used his wand to conjure up a piece of parchment, held a quill pen, and said with a smile, "Let's reason, I'll leave a small gift for Professor Snape."

William thought for a moment, then quickly wrote on the parchment:

Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore each have a non-zero natural number in their hands. It is known that the product of the two numbers is either 8 or 16.

Snape: "I don't know Dumbledore's numbers."

Dumbledore: "I don't know Snape's numbers either."

Snape: "I still don't know."

Dumbledore: "I still don't know"

Snape: "I know"

Dumbledore: "I know that too."

May I ask what numbers are in the hands of the two of them?

After William wrote it and put it on the table, Hermione was the first to guess the answer to the question left by Snape.

She clapped her hands happily. "Got it, this smallest bottle can help us get through the black flames."

William picked up the inconspicuous little bottle and sniffed it carefully. It was a potion he had never seen before.

Professor Snape is really secretive. He can even invent a potion to resist the devil's flame. It's terrifying.

"Is this small bottle enough for a few of us?" Cedric asked.

William used Transfiguration to conjure six straws, "A few drops per person are enough."

William sucked a few drops with a straw and put them in his mouth. The taste was like ice and penetrated into his whole body at once.

Several people carefully inhaled a few drops, and finally there was a small sip left in the small bottle.

William left all the potions except the bottle of nettle wine.

"This is a potion that can suppress the devil's flame. I want to study it." William said seriously, "try to find out the ingredients of the potion."

"Can this be researched?" Hermione asked with interest.

"Of course you can. You only need to use Scarpin's Revealing Spell to analyze the ingredients of the potion, but this is also quite complicated and requires a long time of trying," William explained.

"And these bottles of poison, since they were prepared by Professor Snape, they must be very poisonous.

I will also try to see if I can make an antidote, knowing that according to Gobalot's third law... the antidote of a mixed poison is greater than the sum of the antidote of each individual component.

Not only do we have to choose the antidote for each individual ingredient, but we also have to find additional ingredients that can transform various unrelated ingredients through an almost alchemical process..."

Everyone is listening to the scriptures, because William is talking about the content of the advanced potions textbook, which is only learned in the sixth grade.

Although Hermione didn't understand, she still showed interest, as if she thought this method sounded interesting.

After a while, William entered the Devil's Flame first, and saw the black flames licking his body, but he felt nothing.

At that moment, he couldn't see anything, only black flames in front of him - then, he smoothly came to the other side and entered the last room.

It's a large, beautiful circular room full of funny little voices. On the slender-legged table, there are many strange silverware, spinning and spewing small puffs of smoke.

The walls are covered with portraits of old school principals and school principals, all of them snoring softly in their respective frames.

But they were all snickering.

Hey, this room is so familiar.

"Uh—isn't this the principal's office?!"

On a September day, William only felt cold in his hands and feet, and turned around to leave.

Dumbledore set up such a complicated level just to know who would travel at night?

This is fishing law enforcement!

It's all boring!

Just as he was about to turn around and go back, Cedric and the others swarmed in.

Fred looked at the silverware on the table and laughed: "Is this a reward for us after the level is over?"

Reward a fart!

William quickly shut him up and lowered his voice, "Come on... This is Dumbledore's office..."

Several people's faces were stiff, and they quickly turned around and wanted to leave.

"Since you're here, why don't you chat for a while? I'd be happy to have a chat with the little wizards before going to bed, in order to understand the mental state of the students.

I want to know more, why are they here when they are not lying in their bed at twelve o'clock in the morning? "

The door of the office bedroom was suddenly opened, and Dumbledore came out wearing a furry purple nightgown He also had a nightcap with a small ball on his head.

In Dumbledore's arms, holding Bobo Tea, it was looking at William with an innocent face, and let out a weak meow.

He actually came to the headmaster's bed and danced late at night!

William stood at the front and smiled awkwardly. Hermione hid behind him, trying to reduce her presence and not be discovered by the principal.

"I said don't come!" If Dumbledore wasn't here, the girl would have already shouted.

"Sit down," Dumbledore said kindly.

Six chairs appeared under everyone's buttocks.

"Have a drink?" Dumbledore pondered for a while: "Just milk, a glass of milk before going to bed is good for the stomach."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and six cups of steaming milk appeared on the table.

"Ah, Bobo tea, you are here." William seemed to suddenly see his cat.

He bit his head and said, "I thought you were missing, so I brought them to find you late at night. I didn't expect you to be here with the principal...ahhaha..."

Cedric and the others all nodded quickly and laughed in earnest embarrassment, seeming to agree with William's statement.

Dumbledore smiled and sat down in the chair.

"Then, you have violated at least a dozen school rules. How many points should I deduct from you?"

Dumbledore said happily.

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(Thanks for the reward from "Still Little Mantou", \\(//?//)\\)

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