Unattainable Illusions

"Snape's magic," said Harry, "what should we do?"

As soon as the four of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose behind them and sealed the door. The flame was unusual: it was purple. At the same time, the door leading to the front also burst into black flames. They were stuck in the middle.

"Look!" Hermione grabbed the roll of parchment that was lying next to the bottle. Augustus stood behind her and read with her the story: danger lies ahead, safety lies behind. There are two of us who can help you.

.Drink them, one leads you forward, and the other sends 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 cunningly the poison hides, it is standing on the left side of the nettle wine; second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right ends are not well-defined. If you want to move forward, they are not will work for you; third, you'll find that the bottles vary in size.

There is no death hidden in the giant and the dwarf; the fourth, the second on the left, and the second on the right, although different in appearance, taste the same.

"Interesting, this is probably related to the logical reasoning of Muggles." Augustus was a little interested.

Hermione gave a long hiss, and Harry was surprised to see her smile, something he couldn't have laughed at all.

"Yes," said Hermione. "It's not magic -- it's logic -- it's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards and wizards don't have the slightest sense of reasoning, and they're stuck here forever."

"Miss Granger is very good at this. Since that's the case, I'll leave this to you." Augustus glanced at Hermione, who was carefully studying the prompt.

"Uh, just give me a minute, I should be able to decipher this mystery in a minute." Hermione read the paper a few times. She walked up and down the row of bottles, talking to herself, pointing at this or that bottle. Finally, she clapped her hands happily. "Got it," she said. "This smallest bottle can help us get through the black flames - get the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry looked at the inconspicuous little bottle.

"There's only enough for one person in it,'" he said, "and less than a sip. "

"Which bottle will get you back through the purple flame?" asked Augustus, turning his head.

Hermione pointed to a round bottle on the far right.

"Well then, Hermione, Ron, you drink the liquid in the bottle that can be returned, go back through the purple flame, and return to the dormitory immediately to wait for our news, Harry drinks the bottle that goes on, I'll go straight through the black flames with Harry." Augustus thought for a moment, then told the three of his plans.

Hermione and Ron nodded, no matter what they were about to face, Harry and August were together, and naturally, they would not encounter any danger.

"Then you have to be careful, Ron and I are going back." Hermione glanced at the two of them a little reluctantly, then took a sip from the round bottle on the right, and shivered all over, Ron took it The bottle in Hermione's hand raised her head and took a sip, "Good luck—be careful—"

"Come on!"

The two turned around and went straight through the purple flames.

Harry took a deep breath and grabbed the smallest bottle. He turned to face the black flames.

"I'm here." He finished and drank the liquid from the small bottle in one gulp.

It was indeed like ice, permeating his whole body at once. He put down the bottle and walked forward. He mustered up his courage and saw the black flames licking his body, but he didn't feel it - at that moment he asked, he couldn't see anything, only the black flames in front of him - and then he came to the other side smoothly, entered the last room.

Augustus added a fading technique to himself, his whole body slowly disappeared into the air, and then he went straight through the black flames. These flames touched Augustus's body, like clusters of well-behaved pets. Rubbing Augustus' black robe.

Walking slowly into the room, Augustus glanced at the room, and it was neither Snape nor even Voldemort standing in the center of the room.

It's Quirrell.

"You!" Harry gasped in astonishment.

Quirrell smiled. Now his face doesn't twitch at all. "It's me," he said calmly. "I was wondering if I'd meet you here, Potter."

"So, it's all about you, of course, who would doubt that Quirrell, who has always been stammering and incompetent, might be the real murderer behind the theft of the Philosopher's Stone? I have to say, your acting skills are too realistic. , even Dumbledore was deceived by you." Harry pushed his glasses and said to Quirrell flatly.

"Of course it is. Quirrell, who is timid and fearful, is an image of a weak person who should be protected in front of everyone. Everyone is sympathetic to me. How could anyone think that Quirrell was the one who was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, very interesting? Yeah. Facts are often harsher than reality. Beneath the surface lies an incredible truth and has been a weak and pitiful character for so long, being released at this moment gives Quirrell a huge sense of accomplishment.

Quirrell snapped his fingers. It was too late to speak, and I saw a few ropes jumping out of thin air and tying Harry tightly.

"You're too nosy to let you live, Potter. You were walking around the school on Halloween, and I knew at the time that you saw me checking the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Did you let that troll in?"

"Of course it does. I have a special way of dealing with trolls - you must have seen it, how did I teach the guy in the room over there? Unfortunately, when everyone is scrambling around looking for trolls Snape, who was already suspicious of me, rushed to the fourth floor and tried to stop me - not only did my troll not kill you, but even the big three-headed dog didn't kill Snape's legs bite off.

"Okay, just wait, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

Only then did Harry notice what was standing behind Quirrell. It is the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping his hand along the surrounding frame. "Only Dumbledore can come up with something like that, but he's in London at the moment and I'll be gone by the time he gets back."

The Mirror of Erised, Augustus, who was hiding beside them at this time, looked at the mirror and suddenly there was a hint of incomprehensible meaning in his eyes. He didn't expect to see such an item in this world. The end of all dreams Existence, the hub of Alaya consciousness collection, a thin and simple mirror can be said to represent the subconscious convergence point of the whole world to a certain extent, if used well, this mirror can even become a disaster beyond Pandora's box It's really interesting to exist. It seems that the process of lying with Harry and the others has been very rewarding.