The wand was waved lightly, and the wooden door made a creaking sound.
Behind the wooden door, a deep barking sounded in their ears. Although the big dog couldn't see them, all three of its noses were twitching crazily towards them, sniffing.
Anton turned his head and looked at Quirrell.
Quirrell twisted his face and reached into the wizard's robe, where a 'seamless stretching spell' was temporarily extended and a harp was placed.
But that's it.
hey-hey.
Quirrell put down his hand and chuckled, jokingly, "Master asked you to take me to the mirror!"
Oh, please allow him to watch the joke for a while.
In other words, maybe Anton will be torn apart by that big dog!
No one but Hagrid knew how to get under the big dog and into the trap door.
Not to mention myself, even Snape, who was so powerful, still couldn't do anything.
Hey hey hey~
Anton pursed his lips, turned around and walked in.
A warm, smelly breath hit his face, and the huge three-headed dog was even bigger than before.
Anton stood up straight, but his body was only under the big dog's chin.
The head is as huge as a washing machine, enough to swallow the little wizard in one gulp.
Or be torn apart by those thick and sharp canine teeth.
Gululu~
The three heads of the big dog stared at Anton fiercely. It remembered that the little wizard had kicked him in the stomach.
It slowly lowered its body, stretched its thick dog leg muscles, and pounced forward.
"Haha." Quirrell didn't know what he was thinking of and laughed out loud.
Anton looked back at the guy helplessly.
When Voldemort found such a guy, he fell into the abyss.
Tsk tsk.
He slowly turned around and quickly grew in size. Countless wolf hairs quickly grew out, and his thick, muscular left arm was very quickly and gently placed on the dog's head.
Bang!
A huge roar.
The big dog was pushed to the ground viciously, and its left and right heads were biting the werewolf's arms crazily, but it couldn't even bite through the wolf's hair. The soles of its feet were staring at the ground crazily, and the melon seeds scratched against the stone floor, making a harsh sound.
The werewolf raised his right hand again, raised it high, and stretched out his huge werewolf palm.
Snapped!
Snapped!
After two slaps, it was completely quiet.
"Gulu." Quirrell swallowed, looked at the three-headed dog blankly, and then looked at the place where the 'Invisible Stretching Curse' was set on his wizard robe.
I……
In order to deal with this dog, I spent all my savings to buy the dragon egg, and tried every means to get Hagrid to fall into his trap.
Do you know how drunk Hagrid is? Do you know how much I paid to get Hagrid drunk?
With his big mouth, every sip he drank was my life savings!
I haven't had time to take the harp out yet!
I haven't taken it out yet~~~
That's it!
Is this the end?
Oh~
Everything became boring.
He reluctantly nodded at the three-headed dog, trembling his lips and almost crying.
Wronged.
So wronged~~
"You idiot, why don't you go in quickly? What are you waiting for?" Anton looked at Quirrell coldly and suddenly picked up the three-headed dog.
He lifted it up and slid it in front of Quirrell.
Snapped!
He slapped the head in the middle and knocked him unconscious, then threw him into the corner with all his strength.
He returned to his human form, snapped his fingers, and a rope pulled up the trap door. He looked at Quirrell with a sneer and jumped into the opening under the trap door.
Quirrell swallowed and touched his cheek.
I don't know why, but just now Anton slapped the dog in front of him, but he felt a burning pain on his face.
That’s very embarrassing!
Seeing the three-headed dog shaking its head and trying to get up again, Quirrell rushed to the trap door and jumped down.
He didn't notice.
An old and mischievous chuckle echoed in the secret room, and soon, the trap door was gently closed again.
…
…
Quirrell made a handsome leap.
Then I was stimulated by the terrifying bright light and burst into tears.
Plop!
Click!
He let out a shrill scream.
"My hand! My hand is broken!"
The only thing that responded to him was the hard stone floor, cold and lifeless, pressed against his forehead.
"Idiot!" In mid-air, Anton waved his wand to make the bright light disappear. After a while, the devil's vine moved again, weaving into a huge network in mid-air.
The second level of the secret room is the devil's ivy prepared by Professor Sprout.
This terrifying plant has the ability to easily crush any wizard or magical animal that dares to get close to it.
It is recorded in the original book that an employee of the Ministry of Magic was crushed to pieces by devil's ivy.
This plant is even stronger than the three-headed dog. No animal dares to get close to the huge devil's vine in the Forbidden Forest Mountain Col.
Of course, humans will always find ways to deal with these powerful and strange animals and plants. Devil's ivy only needs a little sunlight and it will wither.
This is a course for first grade children.
The plant that harmed countless humans and wizards in ancient times now only exists as a buffer.
Anton slowly fell down and looked down at Quirrell coldly, a little in disbelief, "Have you been here before? You know how high it is, but you jumped down like this?"
"No protection?"
If Quirrell hadn't been convulsing in pain now, Gao Lu would have had to give Anton a few words.
Is this his problem?
Who removed the cushion? Don’t you have any self-awareness?
ridicule!
Just laugh at it!
Why do you think the master called you here?
It means that after getting the magic stone, it will be resurrected directly on you!
Idiot!
"Idiot!" Anton sneered, turned and walked towards a stone corridor not far away.
Quirrell's eyes were so wide that he almost popped them out. I...you...I...
He took out the wand with great effort and cast a 'heal as before' spell on himself, and his arm instantly became normal.
But this was just an appearance. He could feel the heart-wrenching pain of cracking bones. He could feel the itching of the broken opening after the blood vessels were violently connected. It was so itchy that he wanted to break his arm again right away.
Hiss~
He took a breath, held his left hand, and followed him with staggering steps.
Wait!
Anthony, just wait for me!
The stone corridor extends downwards at an angle, and water drops slowly drip down the walls, flowing to lower areas along the ground. It does not take long before it seeps into the gaps in the stones.
Dark, damp, and cold.
The rustling of wings, the clanking of metal, and strange sounds echoed in the stone corridor.
Anton stopped at the end of the stone corridor, frowning and staring closely at the countless keys flying in the stone hall, the keys with wings.
And the wings are the same as those of the Golden Snitch.
"Why don't you leave?" Quirrell urged, "This level is very simple. Did you see there are many flying broomsticks in the corner? Just grab a handful and fly up to the sky. Grab the right one and open the door. That's it.
"
"Silver, larger than ordinary keys, easy to identify."
Anton ignored his insistence and waved his wand and tapped a stone on the ground.
The stone quickly deformed and quickly transformed into a doll that looked like Anton.
The puppet walked through countless keys and gently grabbed a broomstick.
"Oh, you are so afraid of death that you don't want to come." Quirrell continued to mock.
The broomstick takes off.
Sudden!
These keys were flying like crazy, extremely fast, as fast as the Golden Snitch.
It was like a huge swarm of bees in mid-air, circling quickly and hitting the puppet instantly.
boom!
Countless stone powders flew.
The broomstick gently floated back to the corner without any damage.
"Ten thousand bullets are fired!" Anton said the name of the magic spell softly, with a solemn expression on his face.