Villains Die From Talking Too Much

Harry lowered his voice, "Great, we don't have to fight the troll." He carefully stepped over the troll's legs.

Muya moved the troll's body aside, "Let's go quickly." She tugged Hermione.

Harry pulled open the next door. Inside, there was only a table with seven bottles of different shapes on it.

"Oh, it's Professor Snape's potions," Muya said.

"How do we get past this?" Ron thought of many terrible traps Snape might have designed.

Muya and Harry walked ahead. As soon as they crossed the threshold, a purple flame suddenly rose behind them. Hermione quickly let go of Muya's hand, leaving her and Ron behind.

The exit in front was also blocked by a black flame. The two flames trapped Harry and Muya in the middle.

"Muya, are you okay?!" Hermione shouted inside.

"I'm fine, Hermione," Muya said, startled by the sudden movement.

"Muya, where are you now?" Harry fumbled around, unable to find Muya's hand.

Muya grabbed Harry's fumbling hand, "Harry, look at the table."

Harry picked up the parchment next to the bottles and quickly read what was written on it.

Hermione looked excited after listening, Ron looked confused, and Harry and Muya were clearly out of the loop.

"You guys didn't understand?" Harry shook his head, holding the parchment. In fact, Muya was also shaking hers.

It was Hermione's area of expertise again, "This isn't magic, it's logical reasoning, a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards lack any ability for logical reasoning, and they will be trapped here forever."

Harry asked, "Then what about us, can we not get out either?"

Hermione smiled confidently, "Of course not. Based on what's written on the paper, I can deduce that among the seven bottles, three are poison, two are wine, one will allow us to pass through the black flame, and one will allow us to pass through the purple flame."

"But which one should we drink now?"

"Harry, can you read it again?"

Harry read it again, and Hermione said, "Muya, describe the seven bottles on the table to me."

"Okay."

Half a minute later, Hermione clapped her hands happily, "Choosing the smallest bottle will allow us to pass through the black flame, and the bottle on the far right will allow us to pass through the purple flame."

Then she added, "You two go in, and Ron and I will go to the owlery to send a letter to Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Okay," Harry and Muya replied.

The smallest bottle was two-thirds full. Muya let Harry drink first.

After Harry drank, he wiped the rim of the bottle with red ears and handed it to Muya. She took it and drank it directly.

"I'm a little nervous," Muya said, after all, they might be facing the guy named Voldemort right now.

Harry patted Muya's hand, "Actually, I'm a little too..."

Before Harry could finish, he felt a pull and was pulled by Muya into the black flame.

Entering the last room, Harry was about to say something when he realized there was another person in the room. It wasn't Voldemort, nor was it Snape, whom he had suspected.

It was Quirrell, wrapped in a turban.

Although Harry was surprised, it was within their expectations.

Muya's invisibility was about to end.

Quirrell looked at Harry and smiled. He calmly said in one breath, "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."

Harry frowned, "I originally thought it would be Snape."

"Snape?" Quirrell suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter piercing in the room.

"Yes, Snape certainly doesn't look like a good person, does he?"

"He's like a giant bat flying around everywhere, which is very helpful to us. With him there, who would suspect the poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?" He looked very smug.

"Fortunately, Muya's suspicion of you made us start paying attention to you."

"Oh, Muya, as a Hufflepuff, she is indeed a smart child. Last time during the Quidditch match, she disrupted my spell on your broom, allowing Snape to successfully remove the curse!" he roared angrily.

Muya scratched her head. She hadn't actually started suspecting Quirrell at the time; it was a complete accident.

"This is also why Snape had to officiate the final match later, to prevent me from harming you again."

"It's just that the other teachers and students all thought he wanted to prevent Gryffindor from winning. Regardless, I will kill you tonight!" As soon as he raised his wand, he was immobilized.

"What!" He panicked and couldn't stand still, falling to the ground.

Next to Harry, Muya's figure slowly appeared, "Why are you so talkative? Professor?"

Villains die from talking too much, it's true.

After hearing Quirrell's words, Harry realized he had been misunderstanding Snape all along.

"How should we deal with him? Harry." Muya boldly kicked Quirrell's turban. Unexpectedly, with that kick, a strange voice immediately emerged.

"Quirrell, you useless creature!"

"Master, I am very sorry, it was my carelessness not to notice there was another one." Quirrell trembled, terrified of the one he called master.

Harry pulled the turban off Quirrell's head, and he saw a shocking sight. A face was growing on the back of Quirrell's head. The face was as white as chalk, with blood-red eyes that glowed, and below them were two narrow, snake-like nostrils.

"Harry Potter." His voice was like a devil's whisper, and Harry's feet felt glued to the ground.

Suddenly, Quirrell's hand grabbed Harry's leg, and his scar throbbed with excruciating pain. He let go of Quirrell's hand after only a moment, and the pain in his scar stopped.

"Stupefy." Muya cast a spell that made Quirrell fall unconscious.

Harry saw the burn marks on Quirrell's hands from touching him and immediately pressed both his hands onto Quirrell's body. "Ah! Harry Potter!" The scream stopped, leaving only a pile of ash on the spot.

"Mya Mu, Harry!" It was Dumbledore's voice. He had returned early and looked somewhat surprised at the pile of ash on the ground.

Muya wiped the sweat from her face, looking speechless. "Old Mischief-Maker, you're finally back. Harry and I were almost killed by Quirrell." She said, exaggerating.

"Headmaster Dumbledore." Harry stood up, looking blankly at the standing Dumbledore.

"Oh, Harry, I'll explain everything to you both in a moment." Dumbledore rubbed Muya's head, then walked to the Mirror of Erised, which Harry and Muya had been ignoring, and reached in to take out the Sorcerer's Stone.

"So it was in here." Harry suddenly understood.

"Yes, that person was weaker than I imagined." Dumbledore said, then took the two of them upstairs.