Compared to the troll's room, the small house in front of him seemed clean and hygienic Snape might be covered in hair oil, but he was definitely better than a troll.
As soon as he entered the house, two flames instantly rose from the door panel, sealing the entire doorway like a film.
Inside the house were seven or eight strangely shaped beakers, filled with liquids of different colors.
Next to the bottles, a piece of parchment read:
[Danger lies before you, safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you in your need.
Whichever you take will help you on your way,
One forwards, others back to where you stood.
Two of us are nettle wine.
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to linger here forever.
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four.
First, however slyly the poisons are concealed,
They always stand beside nettle wine on the left;
Second, neither of those which stand at either end.
If you wish to go forwards, will help you, friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are of different size.
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second right,
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.]
Chris only remembered that the smallest bottle seemed to be the antidote, but he reasoned it out again.
Literally, among these seven bottles, three are poisons, two are nettle wine, and the last two bottles are antidotes, one for black flames and one for purple flames. This is the meaning of going forward or backward.
The forward antidote is not on the far left or far right, meaning the bottle on the far right is not the forward antidote.
Nettle wine is always to the right of the poison. In other words, the one on the far right is definitely not poison, it's either the backward potion or wine.
The largest and smallest bottles do not contain poison, so the one on the far left must be poison, and the largest bottle must be nettle wine.
Then the following positions are obvious-
Number one, poison
Number two, nettle wine
Number three, forward antidote
Number four and five, both are poison
Number six, nettle wine
Number seven, return potion.
After this reasoning, sure enough, the smallest bottle was the forward antidote, the antidote for black fire.
"That's weird! If I drink these potions, what will happen to the next guy who passes through?" Chris wondered.
He looked at the black fire, instantly opened his X-ray vision, and as the magical light shone over, Chris instantly drank the antidote.
Chris noticed that this potion actually changed the aura of human body fluctuations. At this moment, Chris looked no different from the flames in his X-ray vision!
"Amazing!" Chris exclaimed slightly.
He looked at the return antidote again, and the result shocked him for five hundred years.
Chris discovered that all the bottles exuded a strong magical aura-that is to say, these bottles were not original products! They were all created by magic!
This is actually a "mirage"!
"Is this Snape's strength? Too strong!" Chris exclaimed. Whether it was touching, looking, or tasting. these things were no different from real potions.
But in fact, the so-called potion test was just a false illusion test!
The poison made by the illusion probably wouldn't kill anyone, it would only trigger a certain alarm system and let Dumbledore and Snape and other professors come over!
Unbelievable! The illusion here almost deceived Chris! You must know that Chris possesses-super vision. super memory, and anti-wear resistance to break magic, etc. The superman with all the abilities in one, even the most realistic illusion will have subtle differences from the real world, but Snape actually covered up the differences, at least Chris cannot see through it at present!
Chris heart became heavier: Snape is already so strong, then how strong will the strongest white wizard, who has only surpassed Snape's 20% magic value on the surface, be?
Completely unexpected, the previous levels were so shoddy, but this one was so unexpected!
Chris quietly passed through the flames and headed to the next storage place of the Philosopher's Stone.
A spacious hall, originally this should have been a huge lecture hall, but now all the seats in the classroom have been removed.
On the position of the podium, there was a mirror alone.
[Mirror of Erised] -things have become more troublesome at this point. Chris couldn't guess what kind of rules Dumbledore had set up in the magic mirror. It is possible that this is a training ground specially prepared for Harry Potter. The only purpose of others coming here is to be killed by Harry Potter.
"Anyway, let me try that mirror and see what my heart desires most" Chris said.
For some reason, Chris suddenly wanted to sing a song, sing "Calories",
"Magic mirror, magic mirror, tell me, where is my collarbone!" Chris only sang this sentence.
Chris stood quietly in front of the Mirror of Erised. In the mirror, a narrow small courtyard appeared. The slender small courtyard was very small, with only a small space inside.
A two-story house was at the very end of the courtyard this was Chris old home in his previous life!
He moved out of the old house when he was twelve years old. Later, the old house was demolished and he couldn't remember the details.
In the Mirror of Erised, under the sunset of dusk, his parents sat at a small table, waiting for Chris and Chris sister to eat together.
Chris instantly burst into tears...
Although he came to this world, although he was lucky enough to obtain Superman's blood...
Although he is no longer a loser in this life, but a real rich and handsome and second generation....
Although he has become a one-in-a-million magician...
More and more although, but it can't save that regret he misses home!
Chris missed those past years so much...
"You are great!" Mom in the mirror said: "This time you got two hundred points!"
Chris tears poured out of his eyes like a summer rain. That was when he was ten years old, and his elementary school studies had always been very poor. That time he got two hundred points!
Although that time, there were more than twenty double-hundreds in the whole class, it couldn't
affect Chris happiness, and his parents' happiness.
The long-sealed memories brought endless harm. Chris gritted his teeth and wiped away a handful of tears.
"This damn mirror, makes me so sad!" Chris said, holding back his tears: "Damn Philosopher's Stone, won't you come out yet? Is it just because I'm not Harry Potter?"
The world inside the mirror disappeared, and Chris, with tears in his eyes, suddenly appeared in the mirror. The Chris inside also wiped away his tears and smiled at the Chris outside the mirror.
Then the Chris in the mirror pointed to a corner of the Superman suit the Superman suit has no pockets, but the Superman's S letter has an opening, which can barely fit some gadgets.
Chris was stunned for a moment and touched that position..
A red stone appeared in Chris palm.