Chapter 1645: ?Not a Philosopher's Stone

A cloud of black smoke gushes from the neck of the headless corpse. It hovered in the air like a snake, and then disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​fire, without whereabouts.
The corpse was like a poorly preserved corpse, but it was weathered and shriveled in an instant, exploded like a human form of ashes, and was swept away by the air current brought by the swing of the flame.
Quirrell died without a whole body.
At this time, the three girls were completely relieved, and began to talk about the remarks of the person behind their backs just now.
"Is that the person? Didn't it mean that he died long ago?"
Hannah took a few steps away from the black gray, feeling terrible.
Susan helped her sit on the clean floor, and they hugged her:
"It should be true. Although we have never seen him before, who would dare to call himself that name?"
"Voldemort, he really wasn't dead."
Hermione also sat next to them with her shotgun. In any case, killing the monster yesterday and killing people today is too fast. She needs to slow down and talk about other topics. Don't think about killing:
"I remember Professor Wilson telling me that Voldemort has mastered a very dark magic. He took his soul apart and stored it in something."
Hannah rubbed her face, she didn't want to drag her legs, but her legs were a little soft:
"Why did the professor tell you this? We are still just kids."
"The process of practicing the wand is actually quite boring. When I was shooting, he always stood by and said a lot of things. Of course, most of them were nonsense. He even said that he would introduce a girlfriend to Professor Snape. ."
Hermione shrugged and shared some of the professor's cold jokes with her friends, at least the kind of jokes she thought.
Hannah and Susan laughed when they heard this. Gradually, the cold atmosphere of hands and feet faded, and the strength returned to their bodies.
As long as you don’t think about the explosion of Quirrell’s head, there’s actually nothing. Who told the physical education professor to catch a lot of ‘fresh ingredients’ every time he went to class and blow his head one by one in front of everyone?
Some people vomit at first, and it feels disgusting that blood and brains are flying everywhere.
But after eight weeks, everyone basically got used to it, and seeing Professor Wilson explode some creature's head, everyone's face was calm and bland.
Especially the little badgers, the professor also taught them how to better bloodletting after killing the animals, so that the meat is less smelly in cooking, and they don't care about the head of the food at all.
"If you want to introduce Snape to his girlfriend, then he is crazy."
Hannah smiled and got up, pulling Susan next to her. She couldn't think of how Professor Wilson would have such an idea?
Even among the girls in Slytherin, Snape didn't have much popularity. They didn't even like their dean, but preferred the young and handsome sports professor.
Just looking at it with eyes, it's the sports professor who is more sunny, the potions professor is too dark, the whole person is gloomy.
"Actually, Snape is not bad. You just need to wash your hair well, and then go to Diagon Alley to get a fashionable hairstyle." Susan took Hannah's hand and stood up, her round face is funny Expression: "Have you read Sir Guidro Lockhart's book? It has a picture of him, so handsome."
Hannah has a different point of view. She feels that strength and character are important, and it doesn't matter what she looks like.
So there was a little argument between a face value school and another reality, and Hermione put away the gun and surveyed the surroundings while they were fighting.
There is no second exit here, it is the last level, so according to reason, the treasure should be right here.
But there was nothing in the center of the circle of fire except a large mirror.
Although the old mirror is indeed made of mercury, it is not the redstone recorded in the book.
After turning around the mirror, Hermione stood in front of the mirror after all, looking into the dark mirror surface, perhaps because of the oxidation of the reflective coating, the image looked very blurry.
He looked like a ghost and erratic, very unreal.
Even the image in the mirror changed automatically. Hermione saw herself sitting in the principal’s office when she grew up, becoming the youngest principal ever at Hogwarts, and she was still reading the newspaper, every page of the Daily Prophet. They are full of articles praising themselves.
Outside of the mirror, she was really addicted to it at first. This image is really perfect, if it is so, it would be great.
Then she suddenly became alert, and the professor told her that once something behaves like you can read your mind, you must be extra careful.
She immediately activated the Occlusion Surgery, so all the images in the mirror disappeared instantly like a television that was turned off.
"The fake is still fake after all, and it’s not my wish to be the principal of Hogwarts. I don’t know if you understand English and have your own thinking..." Hermione lifted up into the mirror. The wand, the light on the tip of the wand is getting brighter and brighter: "But I want to make a deal with you. Voldemort has invaded this place, which means that these tests and levels are no longer insured. I have to get what the principal kept here and personally Return it to the principal. If you don't give it to me, I will tear you down."
Quiet...
There was no change in the surrounding environment, and Hermione sighed secretly, thinking that she was stunned, why should she talk to the mirror! ?
Is madness also contagious? I have infected madness from someone?
He said, ‘it’s always possible to negotiate terms’, but unfortunately the subject does not include a mirror, right?
But at this moment, Hermione suddenly felt that there was something in her trouser pocket, some of which caught her leg, she hurriedly reached into her pocket and took it out.
Although she has many beautiful skirts and clothes, to facilitate her activities, she still wears jeans tonight.
Something that is not too round is in her pocket, she touched it, her heart beating.
If the things recorded in the book are true, then this redstone is a treasure that can make an elixir, and Le May even thinks it is a ladder for wizards to a higher level.
Redstone, what would it look like?
Hermione left the mirror and went to the other two girls to share her findings with them~EbookFREE.me~ I found it. "
Bai Nen's little hand spread out, she put it in front of her, the fire light will illuminate the three people, while they can see clearly.
"This is the redstone you are talking about?" Susan stabbed it with a finger with some uncertainty: "But it looks black, and it's still a ring."
Of course, this was a question for nothing, because Hermione couldn't figure it out.
Although it is indeed inlaid with a stone, it is not red in any way. It was so dark and far away that when staring at it, it seemed as if the soul was about to be sucked into it.
Hermione closed her hands and put the ring back into her pocket again.
"Maybe it's expired? Just like jam, it turns from red to black after too long..." She couldn't even convince herself of this reason. She shook her head: "Forget it, let's get out of here and go. Look for the dean or principal, they must know what happened tonight, Voldemort is back."
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