Chapter 85 Simple Logical Reasoning Questions

"You're in checkmate!"

After the words fell, the White King released the sword in his hand, and the remaining white chess pieces retreated one after another, silently announcing the victory or defeat of this chess game.

"We won?" Ron said in surprise, and seemed a little unconvinced.

"We won, but it's not over yet." Aaron looked at the door guarded by the white chess pieces, "The next level will definitely not be easier than the previous one, and we have to face a big boss."

"Ron, can you do it alone?" Harry asked with some concern.

"Well... yes."

"Then I'll have to ask you to wait here for us, and you don't have to participate in the rest of the levels."

"What? But I've come this far." Ron stood up a little unconvinced, but as soon as he took his right foot, he staggered and almost lost his balance.

"Just stay here!" Hermione said, "You can't let us carry you over, can you?

If you encounter any dangerous mechanisms again, we can't take care of you in this state."

"You don't want to implicate us!" Aaron added a knife very directly.

Ron opened his mouth, remained silent for a long time, and lay down unwillingly.

He was lying down, but he was not giving up. He was really powerless.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed a burden to the team, commonly known as a drag.

If it was normal, it would be fine. At most, dragging the team down would deduct a few points, but at this time, dragging the team down would obviously put the remaining people in more danger.

"A wise decision."

Aaron chuckled and walked to the next level.

Hermione and Harry gave Ron an apologetic look and followed Aaron into the next door.

Pushing the door open, a foul smell hit them.

The three saw a familiar magical creature, the troll.

But this troll was a little more miserable than what they saw on Halloween.

It lay motionless on the floor with a big bump on its head.

"Great, it seems we don't have to fight the troll." Harry said.

Aaron rolled his eyes, "You can think of it this way, the guy who came in first was very powerful, and he easily defeated a troll."

Harry's expression froze, but he thought it was natural. If he was not very capable, how could he have the courage to come to Hogwarts to steal things.

"Let's leave here first!" Hermione said, covering her mouth and nose, "If you stay any longer, you will suffocate."

The three of them immediately bypassed the troll and pushed open the next door.

There is no magic here, only a table and seven bottles of different shapes.

"This level should be designed by Professor Snape." Aaron said thoughtfully, "It won't be to prepare potions! If so, I suggest I turn back now.

Because that is very time-consuming. By the time the potion is prepared, the mysterious man has already succeeded."

Harry took a deep breath and took a step forward.

In an instant, the purple flame blocked the door, and black flames also jumped on the next door.

"Beautiful!" Aaron's eyes twitched, "As expected of Professor Snape, he really doesn't leave any room for retreat!"

"Now we have to go." Hermione shrugged, then walked to the table, picked up a piece of parchment on it, and read it out:

Danger is ahead, safety is behind.

Two of us can help you, drink them, one will lead you forward, and the other will send you back to where you were.

Two of them contain nettle wine, and three are killers waiting in line.

Choose, unless you want to stay here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly the poison hides, they are actually standing to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles on the left and right are different. If you want to move forward, they will not be useful to you;

Third, you will find that the sizes of the bottles are not equal. There is no death hidden in the giant and the dwarf;

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

After Hermione finished reading, her eyes lit up with confidence, "This is not magic, it's logical reasoning.

This is wonderful, Professor Snape is worthy of it. Wizards who can't reason will be trapped here forever."

"Don't get excited yet, I don't want us to be trapped here."

"What are you thinking? This kind of logic problem can be solved in less than half a minute.

If it's preparing potions, maybe there will be some gains, but this... It's really a bit speechless."

"Half a minute?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, turned her head and looked at the seven bottles, "You are not kidding, are you? It takes me one or two minutes to tell them apart at the fastest."

Harry stood aside in silence, trying to suppress his presence as much as possible.

Is he the only one who thinks this level is sky-high? Or is there really such a big difference between the worlds of top students and the worlds of poor students?

"It's not difficult. The most important thing to do this kind of question is to analyze it step by step." Aaron walked to the table, smelled it briefly, and pointed to the second bottle on the left and the second bottle on the right.

"The taste is the same. Professor Snape is really rich!

This kind of nettle wine is rare on the market. It has been at least twenty years.

The first one on the left is poison. As for the second and third bottles of poison, they are mixed in the third, fourth and fifth bottles.

The bottle on the far right is not poison, nor nettle wine, but it will not help us move forward, so it is naturally to send us away.

And it is a large bottle, which is a giant. The smallest bottle in the middle is a dwarf, which can help us move forward." Aaron spread his hands after speaking, "Less than twenty seconds, how simple!"

Harry and Ron stared at him in amazement, speechless with surprise.

"You must want a bottle that can pass through the black flame, right Harry?"

"Yes!" Harry nodded solemnly.

"Very good." Aaron looked at Hermione again and handed the large bottle to her, "Drink it, go out, and return the same way."

"But what are you going to do?"

"I'll go!" Harry said, "This small bottle only has one mouthful, maybe less than one mouthful, it should only be enough for one person to pass through.

Aaron, you go back with Hermione, and then send a letter to Dumbledore to ask him to save us.

This matter has nothing to do with you. I will try my best to delay Snape, but it may not last too long."

"Idiot!" Aaron said disdainfully, "I only agree to let Hermione go back, and I oppose all the rest."

"Why?" Harry asked puzzledly.

"First of all, the person inside is definitely not Professor Snape. I have said this countless times, but you always insist on having a preconceived notion.

Secondly, if you send a letter to Dumbledore at this time, he will probably only be able to collect your body when he comes back.

The most important thing is that I have thought of everything you have thought of, and I have also thought of everything you have not thought of." Aaron said, and seeing Harry's eyes become more confused, he sighed speechlessly, "Forget it, I can't explain it to you clearly.

You just need to understand one thing, I have my reasons for preventing the resurrection of the mysterious man, and it is not unrelated to me."

"Was it the time in the Forbidden Forest?" Hermione asked tentatively.

After all, in the Forbidden Forest, the man in black robes was quite interested in Aaron, and would rather give up the blood of the unicorn to catch him. It may not be enough to describe him as relentless pursuit.

If Hagrid had not arrived in time, the consequences might be very serious.

"Forbidden Forest?" Several question marks flashed over Aaron's head, "Yes, that time.

This is the most embarrassing moment in my life. If I don't get back at him, I will be so upset."

"But..." Harry swallowed his saliva, "How are you going to stop him?

If it's not Snape inside, then it can only be the mysterious man.

With this scar on my head, maybe I can turn the danger into safety.

What about you?"

"Don't worry about it, he can't bear to kill me."

Hermione nodded, agreeing with this, "That's true."

"Well, even so, he can catch you."

"He doesn't have this chance." Aaron said meaningfully, "Anyway, unlike you, I never do things without confidence, and I won't do things without thinking."

Harry:......

Why does this sound so wrong!

"There is another problem. This small bottle is only enough for one person, and there are two of us."

"Tsk!" Aaron curled his lips, picked up the nettle wine on the table, and poured the potion in the small bottle into it, "Now it's enough for three people, not to mention two people."

"Then should I..."

"Don't talk yet!" Hermione was interrupted by Aaron before she finished speaking, "Drink the other bottle of potion and leave here, that's what you should do."

"No, I don't agree."

"You can't disagree." Aaron said and took out the wand, "I won't do anything to girls, but this is for your own good. You'll know when you get out."

"You..." Hermione trembled with her lips, "Really can't?"

"No, don't even think about it, there's no room for negotiation."

Hermione sighed slightly, glared at Aaron with red eyes, then picked up the bulging bottle and took a big sip.