Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Just as Harry and the others hopped across the forest of ice crystal chess pieces like deer in the snow field, Charles, who stayed behind with the Disillusionment Charm, followed silently.

Not surprisingly, Harry's first kill may be robbed by Hermione.

It's not like this happened in the game. Who made the first big storyline be the Princess Alliance, which forced Charles to hold a synaesthesia ceremony for Hermione.

Elsa's ice magic will increase Hermione's combat effectiveness by more than one level, almost instantly changing from a little wizard to a professor-level existence.

Just comparable.

If there is a real fight, it is not necessarily that Elsa will win. After all, she only knows one trick of ice magic. If she is caught off guard, with the power of Elsa's ice magic, she may be able to kill the opponent in seconds.

But in the same way, once you encounter a prepared enemy, the various spells are not given for nothing.

Even so, it was enough to deal with a Voldemort's remnant soul and Quirrell.

Charles followed leisurely.

He still had to put a layer of insurance on Hermione, after all, he was facing a guy like Voldemort, and he was a lunatic who used the Killing Curse as a small skill.

And there is also character experience. Clearing the story dungeon for the first time has a lot of experience points. At least it is enough for Charles to advance to the next level. Of course, he will not miss it.

And the old bee...he might be following in the shadows too, but Shire didn't see him.

………………

The jumping seven-color flames were like jumping elves, forming a circle of fire to envelop them. In front of them were some colorful bottles and jars, which were filled with potions of various colors.

"This should be a riddle. We need to choose the correct potion from these potions. Through the flames, I think this should be Snape's test."

Hermione has changed from being in charge of intelligence to being in charge of combat power, and Harry, who is in charge of almightyness, has to make up for it.

He picked up a small note in the bottle, pondered for a while, and also came up with a way to clear the level. Harry is a player who plays on the spot, and the more critical he is, the more sensitive he responds.

That's how it is in Wonderland.

"If I were him, I'd fill all potions with poison."

Ron beside him complained mercilessly.

Neville nodded weakly.

Harry ignored the two of them, his intuition told him that the correct answer to the riddle was their hope of passing through the flames, and that Snape hadn't replaced them all with poison, which didn't make any sense, just intuition.

"Let me see, the biggest is not poison, and neither is the smallest..."

Harry was still reading the question, but Hermione who was next to him had already stepped forward, raised his hands again, and the sharp cold swept everything around again.

The cold roar, everything freezes.

The seven-color magical flames are extremely gorgeous, dreamlike as if they shouldn't exist in this world, but no matter how dreamy and beautiful it looks, it can't last a second longer in the sweeping cold air.

Harry hadn't finished reading the question yet, and Hermione's cold had destroyed everything. These beautiful flames were extinguished, and the room became dark and cold, surrounded by damp ice crystals.

"All right.."

Harry let out a steamy breath.

He should have guessed it would be so.

Seeing Harry's helpless expression, his good brother Ron shrugged at him. Obviously, he also felt the same way.

Hermione glanced at the idiot boys' interaction and headed to the next room.

"Let's go."

she said.

………………

"Clang!"

Hermione waved her wand, and a starlight sprinkled down. With the sound of metal colliding with each other, the starlight faintly condensed into a small shield in front of her.

This is Ella's fairy magic.

Hermione looks reckless, but in fact there are subtleties in the thick and thin, after all, even if she didn't notice, others will notice, behind her there is a whole group of sisters acting as think tanks.

Before entering the next room, she put the Iron Armor Curse on herself, because she still remembered the teaching from Shire in Wonderland.

But Charles still shook his head secretly.

Just an Iron Armor Curse is not enough to explore in a knowingly dangerous situation.

This was because Voldemort was going to have a face-to-face in-depth communication with Harry, so he didn't plan to do it right away, otherwise the moment they stepped into the room would be their death.

"It's you!"

The little ones were taken aback when they saw Professor Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised in the room.

"That's right, it's me."

Quirrell showed an ugly smile, as if laughing at them, I didn't expect it.

"I know what you're thinking, poor Professor Snape, he has a bad face, and who would suspect a poor, poor stutter."

"How can it be!"

Ron exclaimed with a world-shattering expression.

In the rear, Charles watched Quirrell's performance.

It's not that he didn't think about destroying Voldemort in advance, but that's meaningless. For example, this time, after Hermione and the others did it, he would stop Voldemort's remnant soul at the last moment.

But even if this remnant soul does not escape, Voldemort will still be resurrected in the future.

He is like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang. When you feel that you have completely eliminated him, he will suddenly jump out of nowhere, with an unexpected and arrogant expression on his face.

So Shire didn't think about killing him in the early days. In the future, Voldemort will be resurrected, but Shire's strength will be completely different from the first time.

While thinking, Harry below had already got the Philosopher's Stone, and the two sides began to fight.

You can't expect Harry and the first-year freshmen to have any fighting power. Even if Harry has a visit to Wonderland, it is actually the same as before.

Professor Quirrell is obviously more aware of their level, but he has overlooked one point.

"What's this!"

"call!"

Facing the large area of ​​frost suddenly released by Hermione, Quirrell let out a panicked scream.

Is this kind of damn spell really something that a first-year little wizard can cast?

But after all, he was an outstanding Ravenclaw graduate who dared to venture into the rainforest alone. He instinctively erected an Iron Armor Curse, and then waved his wand again, and he released an uncontrollable Fiendfire.

Yes, the Iron Armor Charm was not against Hermione, but against his own magic, Fiendfire.

Fiendfire is a very profound black magic spell. It seems that anyone can play it in the original book, but in fact, there are not many wizards who can really control Fiendfire, at least Quirrell can't.

But even if it got out of control, it didn't matter, he planned to destroy this place, destroy these brats.

As soon as Fiendfire came out, Quirrell immediately retreated under the protection of the Iron Armor Curse, rolling and crawling, and Fiendfire is indeed the strongest and most primitive black magic flame. Showed a sense of confrontation.

But Aisha's movements were not slow. The cold air condensed in the air, and instantly turned into four or five sharp ice edges. They pierced through like sharp arrows and spears, and passed through Fiendfire in the blink of an eye.

After passing through, Fiendfire even adhered to their surfaces, forming a strange image of ice crystals and flames coexisting, and then went straight to Quirrell behind.

"Boom!"

Quirrell didn't expect Hermione's magic to be so fast. In a hurry, he dodged some ice edges, but some ice edges just hit him.

"puff!"

Quirrell spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body seemed to be stuck to the wall by a fly swatter.

Thanks to the protection of the Iron Armor Curse, he was spared the consequences of being pierced into meat skewers by the ice edge, but even so, he felt as if he had been punched severely by a troll.

"cool!"

Seeing this scene, Ron behind couldn't help blurting out, and Neville next to him also tightly clenched his little fist.

But Harry observed the surroundings calmly, and at the same time pulled them back, because the Fiendfliner Curse was uncontrollable and had begun to spread outward.

"Trash, let me do it."

Just as Hermione made persistent efforts, and several icicles condensed out of thin air, and went straight to Quirrell, another voice suddenly appeared on Quirrell's body.