Regardless of whether he was a member of Hufflepuff or the instigator, Kyle felt that he had a responsibility to help Professor Sprout make up for this little mistake.

However, the Devil's Snare was still in the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor. It would be a waste of time to move it again. By the time he came back, Quirrell would have turned into ashes.

So Kyle decided to get something else instead.

He opened the box and took out all the bite-sized cabbages and laid them out neatly under the trapdoor.

There are about thirty of them in total, just enough to cover the steps that were previously used to place the devil's snare.

He had taken two seeds from Professor Sprout's greenhouse before, and putting them here now was like returning the favor tenfold.

Kyle looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction... This is the strength that should be used to protect the Philosopher's Stone. The Devil's Snare before was just a joke and too perfunctory.

Hopefully, Professor Quirrell, who will be coming down soon, will also like biting cabbages as much as he does, and understand their habits and weaknesses, otherwise... he might be in trouble.

As for what to do with Harry, Kyle wasn't worried at all. He had a feeling that Harry would be fine.

After doing all this, Kyle got on his broom again and flew forward along a stone corridor, and soon arrived at Professor Flitwick's level.

In the brightly lit room, countless winged keys fluttered like birds under the high vaulted ceiling.

There was a row of worn-out flying brooms at the entrance, exactly three, no more, no less.

"Three Broomsticks... Tsk, there's something wrong with Professor Flitwick." Kyle muttered softly.

In order to create some trouble for Professor Quirrell, Kyle did not rush to break through the level. Instead, he took out his wand and whispered to the broom in the corner: "Go away!"

Three brooms floated up one after another and flew away along the stone corridor at the back.

As for where they will eventually fly to, Kyle himself doesn't know.

It doesn't matter where we go, as long as it's not in this room.

Kyle then jumped off his broom himself and walked quickly to the other end of the room.

The keys flying in the air made no sound and he reached the door unscathed.

Kyle took out the master key, inserted it into the keyhole and turned it gently... With a click, the door lock popped open immediately.

I have to say, this level is even more perfunctory than Professor Sprout's Devil's Snare, and it's not difficult at all.

Even without the master key, you can still pass easily by finding a Bowtruckle in the Forbidden Forest.

But the next level with Professor McGonagall is a bit troublesome.

The chessboard, which was empty before, is now filled with black and white chess pieces... Those chess pieces are all carved out of stone, almost two meters high, and look like the stone statues in the castle, full of oppression.

Kyle frowned, feeling a bit embarrassed. His magic chess skills were average, fine for entertainment, but he wasn't sure he could pass this level.

Fortunately, he has other ways, which may be a little rude. He hopes Professor McGonagall won't be angry.

Kyle opened the box and let the troll out.

"I need to get across."

The troll tilted his head, and it took him a while to understand what Kyle meant. He then walked up to the chessboard with a wooden stick in hand.

The white chess pieces tried to step forward to stop the attack, but they were as fragile as clay in front of the giant monster with incredible brute force, and they shattered into pieces with just one hit.

Kyle followed the troll and walked straight to the door opposite.

Behind him, the broken chess pieces were slowly recovering. Kyle did not stop, put the troll back into the box and walked along the next corridor.

The next room was also filled with a troll, and a disgusting stench filled his nose. This smell was simply terrible, and the lethality was greater than the troll itself! Kyle held his breath and used the Disillusionment Spell to easily trick the troll, and hurried through the room to the last level.

As soon as Kyle stepped over the threshold, a purple flame rose up behind him, blocking the door... At the same time, black flames also leaped up from the door leading to the front.

He was stuck in the middle.

Kyle walked over to the table and picked up the parchment on it.

A simple logical reasoning question... If someone who lives in Baker Street, London, were here, they would probably know the answer at a glance.

Although Kyle was not that fast, he didn't need to do any reasoning and just picked up the smallest bottle.

Kyle uncorked the bottle, looked at the dark liquid inside, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to drink it.

The color was so weird that he couldn't eat it.

And Snape's potions have one common characteristic... as long as he doesn't drink it himself, the taste is indescribable.

Mikel had said last year, when he first drank the demon suppressant, that the fertilizer in the greenhouse smelled sweeter than that stuff.

Kyle didn't know if he was exaggerating, but it was always better to be cautious.

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After all, Snape knew who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and given his personality, he might actually add some seasoning to the right potion.

Kyle decisively put the bottle back and walked to the black flame in front with his wand.

Then, his wand began to glow orange.

The light began to spread from the tip of the wand, quickly dyeing it a bright orange.

Kyle backhanded his wand and stuck it into the ground.

"All curses come to an end!"

In an instant, the purple and black flames went out at the same time, and the entire room returned to its original appearance.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to Dumbledore, who twenty years ago changed this large-scale magic that required multiple wizards to perform together into a single spell.

Otherwise, ordinary spells to stop the attack may not be effective.

Kyle walked quickly through the door and successfully entered the last room.

Quirrell...or rather Voldemort hadn't arrived yet, and there was only a huge mirror in the room.

The Mirror of Erised.

Kyle walked forward and walked around the mirror.

To be honest, he thought about it for a long time and still had no idea how Dumbledore hid the Philosopher's Stone in this mirror.

Kyle guessed that Dumbledore must have used alchemy to disassemble the Mirror of Erised and reassemble it after adding the Philosopher's Stone.

Kyle certainly couldn't do this, but it was a piece of cake for those alchemy masters.

And Dumbledore happened to be a master of alchemy, otherwise, he would not have become a close friend of Nicolas Flamel when he was young.

Those smoking silver objects in the principal's office should be his works, but I don't know what their functions are.

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(End of this chapter)