Chapter 115 Harry Hiding in the Dark

When Sebastian arrived at the checkpoint left by Professor McGonagall, several of the little guys had already left.

He glanced around and soon found signs of their violent clearance.

Yo!

He actually chose to pass the level by force.

It seems that Malfoy's joining has brought a slight change to the plot.

Interesting, it seems I have to speed up as well.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow and pointed his wand at the restored chessboard.

The chess pieces were quickly covered with white frost, and in just a blink of an eye, the white frost turned into thick ice crystals, completely freezing the chess pieces, turning them into exquisite ice sculptures.

Sebastian walked across the chessboard, his footsteps clacking with each step.

These chess pieces that gave Harry and the others a headache did not cause him any trouble at all.

Coming to the next level, Sebastian looked at the troll lying on the floor and the bloody lump on its head, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Hey... these silly kids!"

Sebastian shook his head, looking helpless.

At this point, can't you see that the enemy has the ability to easily deal with the giant monster?

You actually dare to go down, aren’t you afraid?

How reckless!

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and walked quickly towards the door leading to the next level.

"Professor!" Sebastian heard Hermione's surprised voice as soon as he opened the door.

"Harry just drank the potion that allows him to pass through black flames and went to the next room. Go and save him."

"There was only a little potion left in that bottle, enough for him alone, so the three of us didn't follow."

"We were worried that there wouldn't be enough potions for the three of us on the return trip. Fortunately, you came, otherwise we wouldn't know how to pass through this purple flame!"

Hermione's eyes sparkled, and after seeing Sebastian, she seemed to have found her backbone all of a sudden.

"How long has Harry been in there?"

Sebastian's gentle voice made Hermione and the other two completely relax.

"Not even half a minute yet, Professor!"

Fortunately, less than half a minute.

It seems that I have managed my time just right.

In such a short time, Harry would definitely not be in any danger.

Right now, he is probably still dealing with Quirrell.

Thinking about his training of Harry, Sebastian felt a surge of anticipation.

He really wanted to see how different the current Harry was from the one in the original book.

"Very good, you three go up first, I'll go get Harry out."

Sebastian waved his wand, and the purple flame behind him gradually died out, transforming into an ordinary door.

"Professor, can you take us with you to rescue Potter?" Malfoy looked eager to try. Seeing the professor coming, he was not afraid of anything now.

Take you with me?

Sebastian glanced at Malfoy in surprise.

This silly boy has no idea what's inside.

If I really bring you in, it might not be a good thing for you two to meet when Voldemort is resurrected.

Sebastian glanced at Hermione and Ron who were also eager to try, and said with a smile.

"It might be dangerous inside. If you guys are here, it's not convenient for me to use my full strength."

"Come on up, Professor Flitwick will meet you at the entrance."

Looking at the three people's receding backs, Sebastian cast a Silencing Spell and an Disillusionment Spell on himself.

Then, he took out the potion that Snape gave him, drank it all, and walked towards the black flames in front of him.

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"Potter! Don't hide there, come out!"

"You should know that you are no match for me. Don't waste your time."

Everything was dark before Qi Luo's eyes. He roared over and over again, venting his frustration. He had been trapped at this level for too long.

Ever since he got the news from Sebastian, he headed straight into the corridor on the fourth floor.

As he gradually advanced through the levels, he felt more and more relaxed.

This is sure!

Sebastian's message was completely correct.

Just when Quirrell thought he could easily get the Philosopher's Stone, the last level - the Mirror of Erised - completely stumped him.

Looking at the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror, he had no idea how to get it out.

Not only that, but even Voldemort behind his head had no way of doing anything about it.

Just when Quirrell was getting extremely annoyed, Harry's appearance brought him a turning point in his journey.

[Catch that boy, only he can get the Philosopher's Stone! ]

That's what the adult said, so we must catch Potter.

However, to Quirrell's surprise, before he could make a move, he saw Harry took out an object and smashed it at his feet.

In an instant, the entire room became pitch black.

"Lumos!"

"The flames are blazing!"

Damn!

Totally useless!

Quirrell tried his best to drive away the darkness, but failed, which made him even more manic.

"Potter, don't be clever, you won't be able to delay for long."

"I just don't believe that the props in your hand are endless. When the darkness dissipates, I will definitely make you pay!"

Suddenly, Quirrell heard a noise, and he quickly stretched out his wand to pull the object that made the noise to his side.

"Damn you Potter, you actually fooled me with this kind of movable alchemical doll."

"Okay, okay! I want to see how long you can hide!"

"Do you think I can't do anything to you? Just wait!"

After saying that, Quirrell stretched out his wand and turned his robe into several long hemp ropes.

Under his control, the hemp ropes moved around the room like snakes. He wanted to use these ropes to detect the boy's location.

Harry crouched behind a pillar, dropping a Peruvian cloaking smoke bomb on the ground every half minute.

After realizing that he was the only one who could enter this room, he thought of a countermeasure - delay!

His wallet was filled with various alchemical items. Although they were useless against the chess pieces just now, they were still very useful against Quirrell now.

Harry knew very well that he was no match for Quirrell on his own.

His goal was not to defeat Quirrell, but to prevent him from obtaining the Philosopher's Stone.

He was confident enough that he could delay until his companions found the professor, and by then, Quirrell would definitely not be able to escape.

Harry had just released a movable alchemical puppet when he suddenly found that his legs were entangled.

what is this?

hemp rope?

As soon as he pulled hard, he heard Quirrell's shout.

"Got you, Potter!"

what? !

Before he could react, Harry was tied up with hemp ropes and dragged towards the direction where Quirrell made the sound.

Finished!

Great!

Just when Harry was extremely desperate, he felt himself stop, and then he flew into the air and flew in the opposite direction of Quirrell.

"That's about it, you did a pretty good job, Harry!"

Harry looked in the direction of the voice in surprise. Although he couldn't see anything, he was absolutely sure that it was Professor Swann's voice.

Sebastian's voice sounded again.

"If you are too impatient, you may lose your life easily."

"Professor Quirrell..."

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