Chapter 29 Successfully collected
Meka Anders flapped his wings, flying lightly, his dark eyes moving, looking at everything in the darkness.
This abandoned classroom seemed to be cursed, and the moonlight could not enter. Everything was scary black.
In the depths of the darkness, there was a violent sound that seemed to shake the earth, the beast roared angrily, and there was a huge destructive behavior that shook the ground and dust fell from the ceiling.
"It seems that the three-headed dog is really furious. What is it hitting? It just let go of Ron who was in its mouth. It seems to have really lost its mind."
Through that picture, Meka felt that someone had deeply angered it, causing it to no longer pay attention to other people and things.
He therefore judged that he might have a chance to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and get close to the three-headed dog.
"But even if it loses its mind, it can't get too close at once. Although I don't carry any smelly items, who knows how sensitive the three-headed dog's sense of smell is?"
"Does it really not care about a fly next to it?"
Meka exerted force on his back, flapped his wings faster, and turned into a shadow and headed towards the source of the sound.
This time the night was darker, almost burying his bat body, and there was a huge sound covering it, so the sound of its flapping wings could not be heard at all, but he was still cautious.
Soon, Meka arrived at the source of the sound and saw the highlight here.
There was a heavy iron door on the ground with a dark gap, and a broken chain was spread on the ground, as if there was a secret passage underneath.
A huge monster roared to the sky, and the three heads looked around like lanterns, with huge bloody mouths opened, grinding white saw teeth.
It couldn't find the person who destroyed its "territory", so it raised its huge claws and vented its anger on the ground and walls around it. Wherever it passed, soil and rocks splashed, leaving claw pits one after another. This scene made people feel cold.
"Is it venting because it can't find the person who opened this iron door?"
Meka was hanging on the ceiling, feeling the ceiling vibrating, and his whole body trembled with it, but he was calm and took everything in.
"But that person is clearly right under my nose."
He looked at a corner with a sharp gaze. There was clearly no one there, but there was a faint smell of sulfur.
This corner was even less than ten meters away from the three-headed dog's claws. It only needed to take two steps and stretch out its claws to destroy this place.
"The smell of sulfur seems to have made the three-headed dog ignore the existence of this person?"
Meka analyzed the situation in front of him: "This person also knows the Disillusionment Spell, which can make his body invisible and invisible to the naked eye."
He tilted his black head and smiled silently: "But it can't see, I can see."
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"It seems that I have to stalemate with this three-headed dog for a while."
Quirinus Quirrell stood quietly against the wall, his body was like nothing, refracting all the light, and even the hair could not be seen.
He was helpless when he witnessed the three-headed dog venting.
It was originally planned well, but he didn't expect that once the door of the secret passage was opened, it was like crazy, and it didn't even want the other prey, and ran back to fight him. Fortunately, he hid in time to escape.
But Quirrell knew that his prey had been seen, which was why it stayed here to vent.
"I brought a lot of sulfur powder, but I can't use it up like this. Once the sulfur smell on my body disappears, it will probably tear me apart."
Professor Quirrell knew that time was running out.
The smell of nettles had already made it lose its rationality. Once the iron door opened this time, it seemed to have completely lost its mind.
If it continued to last, when it realized that it was not one of its kind, the three-headed dog that knew it had been deceived would probably be even more manic.
And even if there was enough sulfur powder, he couldn't stay for long. The three-headed dog's venting would have attracted the attention of people outside.
"If this door could be pushed open a little more, I could go in, but it would probably take a few seconds to push it open. I must create an opportunity,"
Professor Quirrell looked at the heavy iron door on the ground.
It had already opened a gap. As long as it was pushed open a little more, he could go in and get the stone, so that the adult could leave him.
He took out a handful of golden powder from his bosom, which was sulfur. He wondered if this thing could attract the attention of the three-headed dog or make it sluggish for a few seconds.
"The remaining sulfur smell on me should last for half a minute, which is enough for me to escape from this abandoned classroom."
"In that case, let's just give it a try."
Professor Quirrell suddenly threw the sulfur in his hand up, and the dark corner suddenly scattered golden sand all over the sky, and the smell of sulfur was extremely strong.
The three-headed dog suddenly stared at the sulfur powder in the air, and his nose twitched, as if wondering how these powders could have the smell of the same species.
"The time has come!"
Professor Quirrell maintained the invisibility of the Disillusionment Spell, rushed to the heavy iron door, pulled the only handle on the door with both hands, increased the force, and the iron door opened little by little.
"Faster, faster." Professor Quirrell watched the gap widen, and joy gradually bloomed in his heart.
Clang!
The harsh sound of breaking bottles shattered the brief tranquility.
A bottle of blue solution broke apart, emitting the scent of grass and trees. The blue color sprinkled on the iron gate was so dazzling that it made Qi Luo's heart twitch!
"Sedative..."
A thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly raised his head. A huge head hung on his head, and the fishy breath blew on his face.
The three-headed dog's eyes were bloodshot and a little saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth, but it was like a downpour to Professor Quirrell, dyeing his whole body green, and the Disillusionment Curse was broken.
"Roar!!!"
The furious roar was deafening!
"I..."
Quirrell's voice was buried in the roar.
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In the darkness, the huge movement was terrifying, the ceiling was shaking, and rubble and ash were everywhere.
The figure in the corner suddenly squirmed and shrank, and a black bat fluttered and leaped, passing through the fallen rubble and heading towards the exit of the abandoned classroom.
"Finally succeeded."
Meka was surprised and happy in his heart. The feeling of taking advantage of the fire made people afraid, but in such an unpredictable situation, he obtained the blood of the three-headed dog and successfully retreated.
There was a deafening roar in his ears. He was worried that something unexpected would happen, so he increased his flying speed.
When he saw the light at the door, he flew sideways through the half-open classroom door, flew into the skylight high up, flapped his wings hard, and flew through the skylight like a fish leaping over a dragon gate.
The night wind blew in his face, and the air was particularly fresh. Maeka spread his wings and soared into the sky.
The bat turned his dark eyes and looked down. Just then, a thick black fog shattered the glass of the window and disappeared into the darkness.
"Is this Professor Quirrell? He seems to have left safely." Maeka smiled silently.
A figure chased the black fog out and stood at the top of the tower, his dark robe swaying in the wind.
He seemed to notice the bat hovering in the air and turned his head to look over.
Maeka did not dare to stay, identified the direction, and flew towards the direction of the Gryffindor dormitory.
The black shadow passed over the golden crescent moon for a moment, and then disappeared into the night.
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Squeak.
A door with "Professor Quirrell's Office" on it was pushed open.
The figure staggered into the office and closed the door. An unhealthy red flashed across his pale face.
"Damn Snape."
"One day, I will give everything back to you and let you have a taste of this."
He looked resentful. All his efforts were in vain. He escaped from the beast's mouth and almost died under Snape's magic.
"Stupid." The hoarse voice said,
"Only fools would choose to hit stones with eggs. Since Snape is blocking you, you should find a way to bypass him."
"Also, treat the injury on your hand as soon as possible, don't let anyone notice that you are injured."
Professor Quirrell walked to the desk, took out a bottle of golden potion from the drawer, and poured it on the wound on his right arm.
The golden potion was absorbed bit by bit, as if the scar cut by the blade was wriggling, and the blood disappeared bit by bit.
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When Meka returned to the dormitory, Harry and others hurriedly came to greet him, each of them looked worried, and they couldn't sleep because of worry.
"Thank God." Harry gave Meka a hug: "You're finally back."
Ron's body was full of the smell of the three-headed dog's saliva, and he hadn't cleaned it yet. He wanted to imitate Harry, but Meka avoided him with disgust.
"I'll hug one too." He looked completely refreshed and smiled.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't even go back to the girls' dormitory and had been hiding here.
After a few people chatted for a while, someone finally yawned, so they dispersed and did their own things.
Soon, snoring sounded everywhere in the room.
Meka took out the exquisite syringe he got from the Weasley twins, and poured the dark red three-headed dog blood in it into the portrait of Headmaster Black.
"It's a pity, the calculation was wrong, and there was not enough time, so the blood collected was a little less."
He was a little regretful. If there was more blood, some could be retained to stimulate the vampire blood in the body. Now it seems that he can only find another opportunity next time.
Meka waited for a while, saw the portrait absorbed the blood, and simply cleaned it up, and returned to the bed with the portrait.
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