Chapter 97 Identity Exposed

"Open the Alaho hole." Rogge threw the broken key aside and cast a spell on the door lock, but there was no response.

His expression changed. Could it be that there was a counter-curse arranged above?

"You can't stop my way!"

Rogge took two steps back, turned around and used the Flying Feather Charm to control the ingenious key on the ground. Like activating the Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Clan, thousands of keys hit the door lock one after another.

One handful, two handfuls... one hundred handfuls, two hundred handfuls...

Under Rogge's control, they kept hitting and then breaking, and the rest continued to hit and break...

As more and more keys were broken, the door lock was riddled with holes, and finally a big hole was made, and the door opened automatically.

"Maybe there's still time." Rogge started running, hoping that Harry hadn't killed Quirrell yet.

"Roger? Is it you? Stop!"

In the ruins of the Wizard's Chess, Ron leaned against the broken knight, took out his wand and stared at Rogge warily.

"Where's Hermione?"

"She went to help Harry..." Ron realized something and quickly shut up.

"So it's not over yet." Rogge nodded. Behind the corridor was Snape's potion puzzle.

In his opinion, the dean simply put the answer on the medicine bottle. He even suspected that drinking those so-called poisons would be okay.

"It seems that you are playing wizard chess very well." Rogge ignored his warning and walked towards the queen who lost her sword.

He pulled out his wand and cast the spell to stop. The huge chess piece in front of him changed back to its original appearance and was kicked away by him.

"伱......"

"You want to tell me that this is not how wizard chess is played?" Rogge shook his head.

“Let me tell you this: The weak follow the rules, but the strong make the rules.”

"Everything is petrified..."

"Expelliarmus!" Rogge turned around suddenly and knocked Ron's wand away.

"Weasley is always full of courage, even when he seems unworthy and foolish."

"Didn't anyone tell you that wizards have to abide by the rules of dueling? A sneak attack from behind is not what an upright wizard should do." Rogge walked down, ignoring Ron who had lost his wand.

"Damn little Death Eater, you shouldn't be released, but stay in Azkaban for the rest of your life!" Ron cursed fiercely, and as he wished, Rogge stopped and turned back.

"You know me?"

Facing Rogge's cold eyes, Ron was very scared. But in order to delay Harry, he still mustered up the courage to answer: "Of course I know! We met a lady at the train station on the day of admission."

"Then what?" Rogge walked over and kicked away the gravel in front of him.

"We didn't recognize her at first, but then my mom wrote and said she was the Jessica from the Daily Prophet."

"Continue." Rogge tilted his head slightly, his tone cold.

"She said that her son, who entered school in the same year as us, has a snowy owl, just like Harry's Hedwig."

"So you know who I am?" Rogge picked up Weasley and punched him hard.

"You are very courageous and loyal. I have to admit someone's perspective. You are indeed Harry's most reliable helper."

"But what if I kill you?"

"You... how dare you..." Ron screamed in fear, and roared with anger: "If you kill me, Principal Dumbledore will not let you go!"

"Principal?" Rogge smiled inwardly. Did Dumbledore come back?

Like back!

Even if he came back, he might be watching Harry fight against Quirrell below. Oh, or Voldemort.

"When he was a professor, students at Hogwarts didn't die. One more of you, maybe you can still keep the company of Crying Myrtle. Shen Feng has no trace..."

The curse flew past Ron's ear and drilled a big hole in the chessboard.

"Rogge!" Hermione ran over from the corridor and took Rogge's arm.

"Roger, no!" She shook her head and held his wand hand tightly in her arms.

"Don't worry, I won't go to Azkaban for a fool. I'll just scare him!" Rogge patted Hermione's hand to signal that she wouldn't mess around.

Weasley gasped, knowing that Rogge would not kill him, and he smiled proudly. Now that Hermione is back, it means that Harry can get the Sorcerer's Stone soon.

"Hang the golden clock upside down." Rogge directly cast the spell without a wand, hanging Weasley upside down on the ceiling.

"Roger?"

"Hermione, this is between Weasley and I." Rogge motioned for her not to interfere.

"If you let him down, maybe I'll hit him every time I see him in the future."

Hermione was a little annoyed. What on earth did Weasley say to make Roger so angry?

"Where's Mr. Savior?"

"He...he went to get the magic stone. Rogge, you can't get past the flames."

"Hermione, don't forget, Snape is my teacher. Don't you think these levels are very unique?" Roger said and rushed into the corridor. Hermione frowned and thought about the levels along the way.

The three-headed dog outside belongs to Hagrid, and the devil's net in the cave was laid by Professor Sprout. The portkey is Mrs. Hooch, and the potion puzzle is Snape.

So who left the chessboard and the troll? Hermione looked at the normal-sized wizard chess piece thoughtfully and covered her mouth in surprise.

"Hermione, save me!" Ron struggled desperately, his red head making his whole body blurry.

"Aren't you afraid that Rogge will hit you again?"

"He dares! If he hits me, I...my brothers will not let him go!" Ron retorted stubbornly, begging Hermione to let him go quickly.

"You'd better calm down." Hermione hesitated for a while and then walked into the corridor.

The flames that were blocking the front disappeared and were replaced by water stains all over the ground.

"Is the clear water like a spring so powerful?" Hermione squatted down to check and felt the powerful magical power.

"We agreed to use magic potion to solve it, hum!"

…

In the underground secret room, the fire burned brightly. Quirrell was riding on Harry, trying to strangle Harry Potter to death. He doesn't have a tough personality, but he has the aura of being a strong man and locking down men.

"Just in time." Rogge's footsteps did not interfere with their fight.

Harry's passive magic is taking effect! He put his hand on Quirrell's face, and Quirrell's face was blistered, and he was wailing in pain. Roger frowned and looked at Harry, feeling a wave of dark magic.

"Calling the gods for protection." Rogge did not dare to take it lightly, and the raven flew out and landed on his shoulder.

Quirrell shattered into dust, leaving only his robe and fell to the ground unwillingly. Rogge walked down carefully and looked around cautiously. Where is Voldemort?

"Roger?" Harry picked up the Philosopher's Stone. He already knew the truth from Quirrell's mouth. Snape didn't harm him, so Rogge was not Voldemort's accomplice.

"Be careful!" Rogge saw a black shadow jumping out and quickly put on armor to protect himself.

He stepped aside and saw Harry being impaled by Voldemort's soul. Ah! As expected of Voldemort's Horcrux, it's not dead.

Facing Voldemort in a black mist, Rogge was extremely vigilant. The raven also stared at the soul, making Voldemort afraid to step forward.

"Damn Harry! And you, Roger, we will meet again!" Voldemort's soul let out a painful howl and rushed out in a hurry.

"Huh...is this the Philosopher's Stone?" Roger walked to Harry and picked up the Philosopher's Stone that fell on the steps. The blood-red crystal was even a little black.

If you take it away... Rogge started to simulate without hesitation:

【1】You pick up the magic stone and get a lot of life energy;

[2] Principal Dumbledore checks on Harry and signals you to hand over the Philosopher's Stone to him;

…(Simulation has stopped.)

At the same time, a message came from the panel:

[The Life Magic Crystal has been detected, containing a huge amount of life energy. Do you want to absorb it? 】