The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

Drink them down, one will lead you forward, and the other will send you back to where you were.

The two are filled with nettle wine. Three are killers, waiting in line.

Choose, unless you want to delay here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunning the poison is, they are in fact standing on the left side of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right are different. If you want to move forward, none of them will be useful to you;

Third, you will find that the sizes of the bottles are not equal, and there is no death hidden in the giants and gnomes;

Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although they look different, they taste the same.

Haha, isn't this a logic problem at the elementary school level?

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"This...what is this?" Ron and Harry were completely silly, they didn't understand what the note meant.

"This is a logical reasoning question," Zhang Qiu interrupted behind them: "This is something that Muggles can learn."

"Muggles learn this?" Ron was a little unacceptable. "It's too difficult, right."

When these words were spoken, Ye Ting and Hermione immediately met with contempt.

"It's not difficult at all." Ye Ting said, "This is only a question at the elementary school level."

"I didn't learn this in elementary school!" Harry complained—he went to community elementary school when he was adopted by the Dursleys—Zhang Qiu and Hermione also nodded in favor.

"I mean Huaxia's elementary school." Ye Ting said lightly, thinking of his past again.

"Huaxia's elementary school actually learns this?"

"It's horrible!"

Suddenly, the four little wizards' impression of Hua Xia immediately became strange.

However, the problem still needs to be solved.

"Let me come!" Hermione volunteered to stand up, looking a little pleased.

She read the paper several times, and then walked back and forth in front of the row of bottles, talking to herself while pointing at this or that bottle.

Finally, she clapped her hands happily.

"Got it," she said, "this smallest bottle can help us through the black flame-get the Philosopher's Stone."

That is an inconspicuous little bottle.

"There is only enough for one person to drink," said Harry, "not even a mouthful."

They looked at each other with a feeling of being pitted.

Ye Ting sighed and stepped forward: "So these levels are really unreliable, why are there so many loopholes? Let me try brute force."

He drew out his wand, aimed at the black Lihuo in front of him, and read a counter-lihuo curse.

As a result, the black flame not only did not disappear, but burned more vigorously. The terrifying heat wave scared the little wizards back and forth.

"Um, sorry, different fiery curses require different anti-curses, I will try again."

The second anti-curse still didn't make Li Huo disappear, but this time the flame was much smaller.

Ye Ting had already figured out the trick, and after chanting the third spell, the black flame in front of him immediately disappeared completely.

"Professor Snape's special fire." Ye Ting shook his head disdainfully: "That's it."

Then, they finally came to the last room.

There was already a man in there—not Snape, not even Voldemort.

It was beyond Harry's expectation, but it was within Ye Ting's expectation.

It's Quirrell.

"You!" Harry and Ron were out of breath in astonishment.

Qi Luo was also very surprised. He scanned the five little wizards in front of him—the number was a little bit beyond his expectation—and then focused on Ye Ting.

"It's you little Mudblood again!" He looked quite surprised: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Ye Ting sneered and pointed at Qui Luo with his magic wand.

"Catch it with your hands, Professor Quirrell, you have the right to remain silent but what you say will become evidence in court."

"Puff." After hearing Ye Ting's words, Zhang Qiu and Hermione laughed behind him—they had also watched Muggle movies and TV and knew what was going on.

However, Quirrell, Harry, and Ron had no idea what he was talking about and looked at Ye Ting strangely.

"Are you kidding me?" Quirrell was a little bit irritated, but someone was even more angry than him.

"Why?" Harry asked him aloud, "Why are you? I thought Snape—"

"Snape?" Quirrell was amused by him, and the laughter was not his usual sharp tremor, but a chilling sneer.

"Yeah, Snape really doesn't look like a good person, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which is very helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt that-- But-poor, knot-knot-stuttering Chiloism-professor?"

Quirrell satirized Harry triumphantly, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Harry couldn't believe it. Snape, whom he had always suspected, had been protecting him, and in his opinion, Professor Quirrell, who had been persecuted by Snape, was behind the scenes.

Professor Qi Luo's appearance made Ye Ting feel very funny. As a villain, his pattern was too small.

"So, does it make you proud to deceive a child?" Ye Ting cast a caring glance at him, and said sarcastically, "What if you deceive everyone? Without the Philosopher's Stone, don't you want to Obediently wait for death?"

"Enough!" Qi Luo, who pretended to be interrupted, was trembling with anger. He roared to Ye Ting: "You are too nosy! Can't let you live in this world! You will regret standing in front of me again. !"

"It's you who should regret it! Your subordinate defeated." Ye Ting didn't let the wind fall, he turned his head and said to the others: "I'll stop him, you quickly find the Philosopher's Stone and leave here."

Ron was already frightened, and he nodded hurriedly, pulling Harry back.

Hermione wanted to help too, but Zhang Qiu pulled her away, she felt that they would only be a disservice to Ye Ting.

With a wave of Ye Ting's wand, a wall immediately rose up around him, separating the two of them from the little wizards.

"Now there are only two of us left," Ye Ting smiled unkindly at the opponent in front of him, and that smile made Qi Luo fight a cold war.