I stumbled all the way to Lu Wei's door. The process was not smooth. I bumped into Mrs. Lorris first, and then Peeves. Fortunately, the three of them were smarter and came through without any danger.
But I saw Lu Wei’s door had been opened a crack
"It seems we are a step late." Facing the half-open door, Harry realized that the front might be very dangerous. He looked back at Ron and Hermione, "If you want to retreat now, it's still too late."
"Stop talking nonsense, of course we will join you!" Ron replied immediately
"But Harry knows that Quirrell has already gone in. Should we ask Ivy to come with him? It would be safer." For the safety of the three people, Hermione thought more carefully.
"No. We don't know what's going on inside yet, and I'm afraid we won't have enough time. Ivy said that he would go to the principal's office to take care of Phoenix at night, and Betty would definitely come with him. If we want to find them, let's not say whether Filch or Filch will be involved.
Others found that the time spent just to go back and forth was too much to delay. Maybe by the time we risk running over, Quirrell would have succeeded." It's not like Harry didn't consider asking for help.
"In this case, don't think too much, just go for it." Ron is a rough man. As long as he is not afraid, he dares to charge.
"Fluorescence"
After lighting the lamp, the three of them quietly opened the door and entered the room quietly.
The sound of the trap door being pulled stimulated Lu Wei's nerves. Although he couldn't see it, he could smell it. He let out a low bark and twitched his nose crazily.
"Look at its feet," Hermione pointed in the direction and reminded quietly. Harry and Ron almost didn't hear it.
"Harp? It must have been left by Quirrell." Ron looked at it casually.
"Shall we blow?" Harry took out the Christmas gift Hagrid gave him.
"No need to bother, it's up to me." Hermione took out her wand.
"Vocal Music Plays"
Light flashed from the fallen harp, and the harp stood up instantly, and the strings began to pluck on their own. Soon, the beautiful melody filled the entire room. Lu Wei's evil eyes narrowed and became lazy, and it stopped
He barked low, shook a few times, then his knees softened, he plopped down on the floor, and fell into a deep sleep.
"That's awesome!" Ron praised. He returned to his normal voice.
"When we were discussing, didn't Ivy say that we should learn more practical magic?" Hermione took it for granted.
"You think everyone is like you. We are already too busy just reviewing for the exam." Ron was very dissatisfied with her relaxed tone.
"So you haven't learned any of it?" Hermione looked at them in disbelief.
"Who said I didn't learn any of them! Who are you looking down on! Anyway, I learned one," Ron retorted.
"Me too," Harry said too.
"Really?" Hermione looked unbelieving.
"Okay, okay, let's get down quickly." Harry changed the subject.
Ron opened the entrance to the cellar and suddenly found a piece of debris in the corner. After a closer look, he saw that they were all gears and the shaft "looked like a broken music box."
"What's so interesting about a pile of garbage? Get down quickly!" Hermione urged.
The three of them jumped down and landed on a black vine. Here they encountered a devil's net, and the layers of tangled vines strangled the three of them like pythons. Harry and Ron struggled desperately at first, but the more they broke free, the vines became more and more entangled.
The faster it gets wrapped around, the tighter it gets. The critical moment - it's Hermione again.
She recognized the devil's net at a glance, immediately stopped and sank, and then promptly reminded the two men, asking them to relax and not struggle. Harry was okay, he obeyed the command, and got out of the predicament quickly. Luo
The problem was bigger. Seeing his companion disappear, he couldn't relax at all. In the end, Hermione, who was familiar with the habits of the devil's net, released a beam of light and saved him.
They continued to move forward. They passed through the corridor and came to a brightly lit room. The vaulted room had a very high ceiling, and countless key-like birds were flapping their wings and flying slowly in the air. Opposite the room was a
There is a heavy door, and there is a row of flying brooms on their side.
Seeing this, the situation was very clear. As the youngest seeker in a century, Harry stood up without hesitation. He also lived up to his name and demonstrated his extraordinary flying ability. Chased by a group of keys, not only did he find
Target, and successfully grabbed the key with drooping wings, and then opened the door.
Coming to the next level, this is Ron's home field, a large-scale real-life wizard chess game. He charged on his own battlefield, repeatedly discovered Harry and Hermione's dangerous situations, and helped them rescue them. In the end, he sacrificed himself and succeeded.
He retired as a man. Until the moment when the White King threw away his sword, as a knight, he fulfilled his mission perfectly.
After clearing the level, Hermione quickly stepped forward to check on his condition.
"He's fine, he's just unconscious."
"It's already the third level. I don't know what's next?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Hagrid said that all the professors participated in the defensive arrangement. The devil's net should be arranged by Professor Sprout; the flying key is obviously Professor Flitwick; this chess game should be Professor McGonagall's transfiguration.
The only ones left are Snape and Quirrell." Hermione sorted out the messages.
"Let Ron rest here first, and we will move forward."
The two then came to a door
"Just come in" Hermione opened the door
A disgusting stench hit his face, and the pungent smell made it difficult to open his eyes. There was a giant monster lying in the center of the room, with a hole in its head, and blood mixed with brain and body flowed all over the floor.
"This is a defense set up by Quirrell," Hermione said softly, pinching her nose.
"Why not Snape?" Harry asked
"It can be seen from the previous levels. Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class, Professor Flitwick's levitation spell, and Professor McGonagall's transfiguration. These are all the contents of our class. The corresponding, Snape
The professor will test the knowledge of Potions class, and Quirrell is the Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione rolled her eyes at him and explained.
"So - during the Halloween party, those trolls were also released by Quirrell." Harry suddenly realized.
"Yes. I guess what happened was this: that night, Quirrell released a lot of trolls and caused a commotion. He took the opportunity to come to the fourth floor and wanted to steal the magic stone. At that time, he had already lured Lu Wei from Hagrid's mouth.
methods, and the defense settings are all laid out by the professors
He knew how to crack it. Fortunately, Professor Snape saw through his trick. Didn't you say that Snape's calf was scratched that night? It was probably accidentally injured by Lu Wei when he was trying to stop Quirrell.
"." Hermione said all the guesses in her mind.
"According to you, isn't the Philosopher's Stone very dangerous? Quirrell may have already obtained it!" Harry became increasingly worried.
"Don't worry," Hermione said firmly, "not just the professor, but also the principal. The defense set up by Dumbledore will not be simple."
"Yes" Mr. Principal can always make people feel at ease
"Let's continue"
"Well, here are the levels assigned by Professor Snape"