Chapter 71: Break through (modified)

Originally saw the half-open door, and he thought that it might be too late to wait for Allen to come, but in the end Allen had been waiting here! This let a few people breathe a sigh of relief, after all, Allen's strength is obvious to all.

Harry looked at each other and pushed the door open.

With the creak of the door opening, their ears immediately sounded a low bark. Although the big dog couldn't see them, all three of his noses twitched and sniffed wildly towards them.

"What is it at its feet?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"It looks like a harp," Ron said, "It must have been Snape's stay."

"Not Professor Snape." Allen said heartily, but if he said what he saw at this time, it is conceivable that they would yell and go to the bottom of the question, which is really too time-consuming. Anyway, they soon knew the truth.

Allen stretched out his wand, so that the harp at the foot of the three-headed dog Luwei continued to play music. Allen took the lead towards the trapdoor. As he approached the three huge heads, he could feel the warm, smelly smell of Big Dog.

Allen pulled the trapdoor open and looked around. The inside was dark. The three of Harry crept to Alan's side.

"There is no ladder, how can I get down?" Ron looked timidly at the unfathomable hole.

"It seems that we had to jump!" Harry said quietly.

"Who wants to go first? Do you really want to jump?" Ron said, "I don't know how deep this hole is."

While they were still negotiating, Allen lifted his robe, pressed one hand against the edge of the hole, and resolutely jumped down.

Cold, humid air rushed past Allen's ear. He fell down, fell, fell, and then-thumped. With a strange and dull bang, Allen fell on a soft thing. He sat up and fumbled around. Although his eyes had not adapted to the dim light here, he knew he was sitting on the devil's net.

"Soft landing, you can jump!" Allen shouted at the hole, and now it looks like a spot of stamp size.

Harry jumped down first, and Ron followed closely, landing on all fours.

"What the **** is this?" Ron asked as soon as he spoke.

"I don't know, it seems to be a plant. It was probably paved here to mitigate the impact of the fall. Come on, Hermione!" Harry yelled towards the hole.

"Don't move, this is the devil's net." Allen had moved quietly away from the pile of devil's nets, and stood on the ground, warning Harry and Ron at the same time.

Harry and Ron had wanted to learn to stand up to Allen, but they had been entangled in their legs unconsciously by long vines. Hearing Allen's warning, the two were motionless.

"Hermione, it's the devil's net. Be careful when jumping down." Hermione had just landed and jumped suddenly after hearing the words, struggling to move towards a damp wall. Although her reaction was already very agile, the moment she fell, the devil's net stretched out snakelike tendrils and wrapped her ankles. Fortunately, Hermione finally broke free before the vines had come and grabbed her firmly.

Harry and Ron stared at Alan, and Hermione stood aside in fright, thinking desperately about the habit of the devil's net. "Devil's Net, what does Professor Sprout say? It says it likes dark and wet ..."

Didn't wait for Hermione to finish, her eyes and Allen nodded to each other, nodded to each other, withdrew their wands together, waving, and saying something in their mouths, a blue bellflower-like flame shot from the wand head. In just a few seconds, Harry and Ron felt that the vines were shrinking away from the light and warmth, and loosened their entanglement. The plants twisted and twitched, automatically loosening the tendrils wrapped around them, and they finally broke free.

"Thanks to you, Alan!" Harry looked at Alan gratefully.

"Hermione also thought of it." Ron added.

"It's nothing. As long as your herbal class listens carefully, you'll find it in time. Of course, Hermione is great, and she also thought of the magic spell of flames." Allen spread his hands, so that the teacher's fault Now, I always like to take the opportunity to persuade students.

"Cough, let's go here." Alan noticed his gaffe and pointed to a stone corridor. This is the only way to go.

They heard that in addition to their own footsteps, there was also the sound of drops of water dripping slowly down the wall. In such a silent passage, it seemed particularly horrible.

"Can you hear anything?" Ron whispered.

Everyone listens carefully. There seemed to be a soft rustle and a ding jingle in front.

"Will it be a ghost?"

"I don't know what sounds like wings flapping ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There is light in front-I see something moving."

They came to the end of the corridor. In front of them was a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling. Countless small birds as dazzling as gems fluttered around the room with flapping wings. There is a heavy wooden door opposite the room.

"It's the key." Allen whispered Ron's question just now and took the lead toward the gate.

"Key?" Ron stared inexplicably at the keys flying in the air.

"The key with wings, this means ..." Before he finished speaking, Harry was interrupted by an excited voice. It ’s Hermione, "Look at Allen!"

Allen had walked safely to a corner of the room and picked up a flying broom. "The training content Dumbledore designed for Harry was robbed by me. If he knew what kind of expression it would be "A bit of a prank seems to come to mind here, Alan turned over and rode up."

"I understand, if I want to pass this door, I have to find the key to this door." Harry suddenly realized.

"But there are hundreds of keys on it. It's too difficult to get the right door key among so many keys!" Hermione had no talent for flying. She looked at the flying wings The key, a little worried.

And Ron looked closely at the door's blizzard. "We are looking for a large antique key-maybe silver, shaped like a door handle."

Immediately afterwards, they each grabbed a broom, kicked their feet, rose to midair, and rushed into the dense array of keys. They desperately grabbed and fished, but those enchanted keys dodged too fast, and it was almost impossible to catch them.