Chapter 93: Forbidden Zone

Abandoned bathroom,

Luofu carried the small black suitcase, stood in front of the broken mirror, and arranged his hair happily.

Myrtle was floating in the air, looking obsessively at this handsome face that even Ms. Gray was thinking about. She asked softly: "Are you sure you want to go in?"

"Of course, but there's no need to be so happy, right? Your mouth is grinning to the back of your head." Rolf looked at the smiling Myrtle in the mirror.

"No, Rolf...I just think of happy things."

"whats the matter?"

"If you die, I would like you to share this toilet with me." Myrtle's face turned silver-white from shyness.

"..."

"Although I don't want to compete with Ms. Gray for a man, but you are like this, I am willing to give it a try... My toilet works very well, and I also have a jacuzzi."

"I will seriously consider your suggestion." Rolf stared at the side of the copper faucet, directed his voice at the little snake, and shouted in Parseltongue: "Open."

The copper faucet emits a dazzling white light and begins to rotate rapidly, and the pool slowly moves, as if a mechanism has been opened, finally revealing a very thick water pipe.

Rolf got into the water pipe and slid down the pipe. His wand was raised, and the tip of the wand flashed brightly, illuminating the surroundings.

This pipe has numerous openings and is connected to other pipes in all directions.

Obviously, you can eventually find the secret room along any pipe that drains Hogwarts, but the whole system is too complicated, like a maze, and it is easy to get completely lost before you can find it.

Luofu slid along this thick pipe, twisting and turning, and the mountain road had eighteen twists and turns, but the whole thing still slid deeper.

Luo Fu couldn't help but think that the secret room could be developed into a roller coaster project in the future, allowing students to pay to ride it.

The water pipe finally turned from curved to horizontal, and the boy emerged from the mouth of the pipe. The vines grabbed him and slowed him down slowly, so that he did not fly out directly.

Rolf stood up and stepped on a piece of solid ground. It was dark all around, and the wand could only illuminate an area.

The boy took out a magic barometer from his pocket. It could determine the altitude based on the air pressure at the location.

According to the magic barometer, it is one thousand meters underground, which is already under the Black Lake and the Slytherin Common Room.

Luofu walked forward, and his eyes suddenly flashed like flashlights, allowing him to see the entire tunnel clearly.

He walked towards the side of the tunnel, where there was a small statue of a young wizard with a proud smile on his face.

There are also famous names engraved on the back of the statue:

Corvinus Gaunt!

Luofu silently memorized the name, carried the black leather box, and continued walking forward.

There are bones of small animals everywhere on the ground, and the outline of a huge creature is coiled on the side, lying motionless on the other side of the tunnel.

The light shines on a huge snake skin, green and very bright, lying coiled on the ground of the tunnel.

Luo Fu planned to take the snake skin away. This thing is also a treasure. It would be a waste to leave it here like this.

Of course, the most precious thing is the guy in the depths.

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"Are you... okay..."

Listening to the familiar stuttering sound, Harry felt it had never sounded so beautiful as it did today, as if it was the sound of nature.

Harry stood up with difficulty, pulled the black vines apart, and patted the dust on his body. He almost cried and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell!"

The wand in Quirrell's hand shot out a ball of flame and rescued Ron who was tied up. He explained:

"This is a devil's net...they are afraid of...fire..."

Ron stood up and said with lingering fear: "Why put such a dangerous thing here? We were almost strangled to death!"

"Then why are you here..." Professor Quirrell asked: "This is a restricted area, not a place where you should be."

"Professor, I know someone is stealing..." Harry lowered his voice and said, "The Sorcerer's Stone, right?"

"You...how did you know..." Quirrell seemed very surprised.

"We have guessed it a long time ago." Ron said with a proud smile: "Professor Snape stole it, right?"

Quirrell stared at Ron for a moment, then sighed deeply, seeming very uncomfortable.

"It's... him! I didn't expect Severus... to sink to this level."

"Professor Quirrell, is Snape really serving that person?" Harry said cautiously: "Volde... the devil."

Quirrell reacted greatly when he heard the name, and his whole body was trembling.

"Harry, don't say that name again!" Ron whispered in panic, as if he was worried that Voldemort would hear him.

"Okay, but... the mysterious man isn't here, so what are you afraid of?" Harry sighed.

"I'm leaving." Quirrell interrupted Harry, as if he was afraid of hearing dangerous words such as "murderer" and "beast" from his mouth.

He was in Albania last year and was tricked by that boy Scamander.

"Professor Quirrell, let us join you." Harry said quickly: "It is too dangerous for you to face Snape alone. We can help, right, Ron?"

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say "Trust Professor Quirrell"...but in the end he didn't say it and just nodded.

Quirrell looked at Harry, and seemed to be very touched. He nodded and said, "Oh, you are worthy of being the boy who survived... Potter, you are so brave.

Let's go, let's stop Snape together."

Harry and Ron were immediately full of confidence. Ron asked curiously, "Professor, why are you wearing a scarf again?"

"I don't want everyone to see my bald head." Quirrell led the way.

"Sorry, Professor." Ron apologized hurriedly: "Although you are bald, I think you have an inner beauty, much better than Snape who is not bald..."

"Thank you for your compliment... Weasley!"

The three of them walked along the corridor and soon entered a bright room. Countless glittering keys were flying in the air, like birds.

But the door had been opened, and a key was inserted on it. It wanted to get out of the keyhole, but was trapped inside by magic.

"It seems that we don't need to bother to catch the key again." Quirrell pushed open the door, and the three of them entered the second room.

The room was dark and nothing could be seen. As soon as they stepped in, the room suddenly lit up, illuminating a shocking scene.

The whole room was a huge wizard chessboard. They had to use themselves as chess pieces and win the game to get to the next room.

Ron took the initiative to bear the burden of playing chess. Although he was eaten, he helped Quirrell and Harry to reach the room at the end.

"Ron!" Harry stood by the door, looking at Ron who was unconscious on the chessboard, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, Potter... He's just unconscious, not in danger of life." Quirrell urged: "We have to hurry, otherwise the Philosopher's Stone..."

Under Quirrell's persuasion, Harry had to move on and came to a new room, where a slaughtered troll lay on the ground.

They stepped over the troll's thick legs and walked towards the next room. There was only a table with seven bottles of different shapes on it.

As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, two flames suddenly rose behind them, purple and black flames, sealing both doors.

Harry grabbed a roll of parchment next to the bottle and began to read it gently. However, he scratched his hair and said with a headache:

"It's a logical reasoning question, but I can't understand it at all and can't deduce the answer... Professor Quirrell, do you know how to do it?"

Quirrell just shook his head and said, "No need to know... Snape has already gone in, which means there is a bottle of potion... A lot of it will be drunk..."

Quirrell picked up the smallest bottle, shook it and said, "There is only a small part of the potion left, Professor Snape didn't finish it... Let's take a sip each."

Quirrell raised his wand, conjured up two small cups, divided the last bit of potion into them, and drank one cup first.

Harry took a deep breath, drank the potion, walked into the black flames, and then smoothly came to the other side and entered the last room.

There was already a wizard standing there.

It was...

Snape!

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(12,000 words, five chapters completed.

I’m exhausted, as expected, only the exhausted cows can be exhausted.)