98- That’s a crystal ball made by Ravenclaw herself!!!

    "Did the flames behind the door just flicker?" Harry squinted his eyes, asking uncertainly.

    Embarrassingly, Daphne completely ignored him.

    The preparation of the fire protection potion had reached the most critical moment. If there was any stray thought in Daphne''s mind aside from making the potion, it was why she hadn''t stuffed Harry''s mouth shut before starting.

    "Alright, maybe it was just my imagination."

    "Sigh, I wonder what the next challenge will be—do you think the fire protection potion can really get us through that firewall?"

    "How much longer until it''s ready?"

    "..."

    Finally, Daphne''s fire protection potion was successfully prepared.

    "Awesome! Fantastic!" Harry didn''t hold back on his words of praise.

    Daphne squinted her eyes and gave a sweet smile, "It''s nothing. But, Potter, I have something to tell you."

    "Go ahead." Facing Daphne, who had just finished making the fire protection potion, Harry wished he could replace the portrait of the Virgin Mary in Devonshire Church with Daphne''s photo.

    Whatever Daphne requested, Harry was ready to comply.

    "Next time you talk while I''m making a potion, even if it''s just one word, I''ll cut out your tongue and use it as an ingredient."

    Harry: "..."

    "Alright, drink the potion." Daphne divided the potion into two small bottles and handed one to Harry.

    They both drank the fire protection potion together and shivered.

    The potion felt like ice water, making them feel as if they had stepped outside in their pajamas on a winter''s day.

    As they passed through the fire door, the black flames actually brought a bit of warmth.

    Beyond the black flames, they smoothly entered the final room.

    A person who caused Harry''s pupils to dilate in shock was standing in that room.

    "Tut. tut. What a pity..." Voldemort shook his head, no longer hiding the cruelty in his eyes.

    The unwrapped turban moved like a snake, slithering towards Daphne.

    Seeing Daphne in danger, Harry panicked. He wanted to do something, but Voldemort casually conjured a rope, binding him.

    He didn''t even bother to speak to Harry.

    Voldemort felt both humiliated and amused: how could he have lost to such a person? No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn''t understand.

    Daphne flew into the air, attempting to avoid Voldemort''s attacks.

    "Oh?" Voldemort was even more surprised now.

    He hadn''t expected this little girl from the Greengrass family to have mastered flying magic.

    He casually shot a few spells at Daphne, watching her dodge them awkwardly, feeling like a cat toying with a mouse it had caught.

    Daphne had only one thought in her mind: she really wanted to blast that disgusting face with a spell, even just once!

    While dodging, she saw herself in a mirror—her hair was disheveled, her face pale, looking like a lost dog.

    A thought flashed in Daphne''s mind: There was actually a mirror here? She hadn''t noticed it at all before.

    At that moment, she saw her reflection reach into a pocket, pull out a crystal ball, wink at her, and then put the crystal ball back into the pocket. Then, Daphne felt something heavy drop into the inner pocket of her robe.

    She reached in and found that the crystal ball was indeed in her pocket.

    A purple spell whizzed past her, nearly hitting her, and Voldemort''s sinister laughter echoed from the ground. "Pay attention, you mustn''t get distracted!"

    Daphne ignored him. She took out the crystal ball and looked down at it, discovering a skeletal horse pacing in a forest.

    A sense of clarity arose within her. The next moment, she smashed the crystal ball heavily against the ground, shattering it.

    ''What The..!!!'' Rhys, who had been observing in the shadows, nearly blacked out: That was handcrafted by Rowena Ravenclaw, the only one of its kind in the world!

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