Chapter 46： Through the flames

Chapter 46 Through the Flame

Hermione immediately clapped her hands. "That’s it. The last level is Dumbledore’s protection and the greatest protection of the Sorcerer’s Stone. This level is the most critical and difficult to pass. We can wait here, maybe Snape couldn't get the Sorcerer's Stone. Even if he got it, he should be exhausted. We can wait to grab it here."

Harry's eyes moved a little, he was almost convinced, but his eyes quickly became determined, "I've been here, I don't allow to back down, maybe it's a good way to stay here. But Snape may never The passage brought out the Philosopher’s Stone, and even Voldemort was inside, and he would use the Philosopher’s Stone to recover.

Hermione looked at Harry's stubbornness a little angry. She waved her fist and yelled loudly, "If Voldemort is inside, how dare you go in, and why are you stopping him?"

There was a little helplessness on Harry's face, he knew his reason was not persuasive, "I once defeated Voldemort once, didn't I? I can always turn good luck."

He then pointed to the scar on his forehead, "I can feel this burning my body and my soul, and I can't let myself back down. I can't give up, that means surrender, and I will live completely in Voldemort's fear. Lose everything." Harry's voice choked.

Hermione's lips trembled, trying to persuade Harry to continue. But looking at the poor and fragile body in front of her, but wanting to take up the whole world, she couldn't put her persuasion into her mouth, just asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"Yes, no." Harry said incoherently, "I mean I can handle it, I won't give in, but really, it hurts."

Seeing Harry's situation, everyone was silent for a while.

Harry wanted to face his fears and conquer his nightmare. In this situation, no matter how much everyone didn't want him to go forward, no one could stop him.

"Waiting for a few minutes, I'm trying to clear this flame." When Harry and the others were talking to each other, George was already standing in front of the flame, watching the flame intently, flipping through the information in the memory, looking for the one to clear the flame. Method.

Hermione looked excited, staring at Harry expectantly, "Waiting for a few minutes."

"Okay, but I can't delay it for too long. I can feel the pain of the scar getting worse." Harry put his gaze on George. He believed that George's strength would eventually lift the flames, but it would take time. And they have run out of time.

After a while, George was muttering words. He waved his wand, and the flames waved violently in front of him. It was strong and weak, stretched, shrunk, torn, and closed, but in the end all recovered. Hermione and Ron also came up, took out their wands, and kept attacking the flames ahead.

"Which bottle can be returned?" Harry asked suddenly.

Hermione turned her head, not knowing why, but she replied immediately, "The round bottle on the far right."

"Hermione, you drink that bottle." Harry said without waiting for Hermione to speak, "Don't interrupt, listen to me, you go back and take a broom from the room where the key is flying. It I can drive you through the trapdoor and avoid Louwey. After that you go straight to the owl's shed and ask my Hedwig to send a letter to Dumbledore and let him support us."

Hermione was unwilling to leave, she refused to leave independently, and immediately asked, "What about you?"

"I can't wait anymore. I must go through the flames right away. I can hold Snape. I know that I am definitely not his opponent. But I can lead him over, and George and Ron will help me." Ha It took Lee a lot of time to think of this reason to convince everyone.

Hermione turned her head and looked at George expectantly, "George, can you clear this flame?"

"It takes a while. The flame is not born out of thin air, but with the support of the magic circle through the special environment here, otherwise I would have cleared it." George was also a little helpless. A curse would definitely not be able to stop him, but Before a well-arranged trap, he couldn't help it.

Harry didn't want to continue to delay. He was afraid, not only for Snape and Voldemort in front of him, but also for his companions to follow him into the secret room and die under Voldemort. The burning scar on his forehead reminded him of the strength of his opponent. He suddenly wanted to move forward alone, and he felt scared.

He is very brave again, he bravely moves forward, bravely walks towards the opponent. Whether it was Snape or Voldemort in front of him, he would not succumb to them. He can be defeated, he can be killed, but he will not be defeated, he will not admit defeat, just like his parents.

Harry went straight to the table and picked up the smallest bottle. He drank the liquid in the bottle in one breath, "I'm here."

is like ice, a burst of cold permeates his body, and he feels like he was back before he was eleven. He was hiding in the cabinet alone, cold and hungry, and it was dark, and there was no sound around ~ www.novelhall.com~ Time stretched all the time. But he has become a little different now, and he is no longer afraid. He put down the bottle in his hand and passed by George and Ron. He coldly watched the black flame climb up his body, not feeling the slightest heat.

"Harry, must come back." Hermione's shout came from behind.

Harry was surrounded by a black flame. He watched the flame engulf him, but he didn't feel it at all and saw nothing. Until he felt weightless, he came to the other side and entered another room.

There is a man inside, not Snape, not Voldemort.

is Quirrell.

"Is it you?" Harry was so shocked that it became difficult to breathe. Although George had reminded that Quirrell was not reliable, it might be Quirrell even stealing the Philosopher’s Stone. But Harry, who had always regarded Snape and even Voldemort as his imaginary enemy, didn't know how to respond at this time.

Quirrell slanted his eyes, his face was full of triumph, and he was not as timid and cautious as usual, "Of course it is me." His voice started to become cold, "I'm still thinking, will you suddenly appear, I'm seeing you, Potter."

"But where is Snape?" Harry looked around, still not believing that Snape was not here.

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed again, his laughter still icy, "As it seems, Snape is more like a demon, like a giant bat wandering in the middle of the night, where did he go? Can bring fear. And this is what we need, as long as he is there, anyone will be on guard for him. At this time, who else will care, poor, stuttering Professor Quirrell~www.novelhall .com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at mobile phone users, please go to read.