Chapter 181 Under the Trap Door
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Seven or eight colorful Frisbees, separated by a few seconds, "whispered" across the room one after another, targeting the middle one of Lu Wei's three heads.
The head subconsciously opened its mouth and bit the first Frisbee into pieces with a "click".
There seemed to be a flash of confusion in its huge eyes, and then it showed a very human expression of enjoyment.
The two heads on the left and right heard the crisp sound of the Frisbee breaking, and turned to look at the center at the same time.
At the same time, the second flying disc arrived in an instant, and the head in the middle opened its bloody mouth again.
But this time, he missed the mark.
The head on the left got ahead of it and grabbed it first.
Glenn smiled slightly and secretly said, "There is a way."
The three-headed dog seems to be like a rune snake, with each of its three heads having its own thoughts and ideas.
Several other Frisbees flew over one after another. The three huge heads seemed to have forgotten about the intruders and were fighting with each other unceremoniously.
Two peaches kill three scholars.
A few seemingly useless Frisbees easily caused internal strife among the three heads.
Since they share the same body, they cannot attack each other with their claws, but can only rely on their heads and teeth to hurt each other.
Considering the sharpness of the canine teeth, the damage was quite considerable.
In the blink of an eye, two of the three heads were covered with paint, and dripping blood flowed out from the wounds punctured by the sharp teeth and dripped onto the trap door.
The blood and pain further aroused their ferocity, and they attacked each other more and more without any scruples.
The two heads on the left and right have even put their thoughts on the neck of the middle head.
Glenn had already reached the trap door and was about to pull it open and jump in.
Seeing this scene, he secretly said something bad.
Although the three-headed dog was ferocious, it was one of Hagrid's favorite pets after all. If he really died here, Glenn really couldn't think of how to explain it.
Moreover, he is just a tool for testing the level. He can't directly kill the guard at the first level, right?
Without hesitation, Glenn waved his wand again and turned an old table in the corner into a guitar.
When things got urgent, he didn't care about the precision of the transformation.
The invisible force plucked the strings and played a bunch of messy notes.
He has practiced guitar for a few years, and even if he uses magic to play automatically, he can still play a few songs in a decent manner.
But in this case, obviously there is no need to play a nice song, as long as the sound can be heard, it is enough.
The moment the guitar played, the three heads stopped moving at the same time, and their eyelids became heavy.
At this time, Bai Sensen's fangs were only a few inches away from the middle of his neck.
Dumbledore in the shadow nodded slightly and lowered his raised hand.
The tuneless music was still playing. The three-headed dog Lu Wei, who was still majestic at the beginning, staggered twice like a drunken man. His knees weakened and he fell to the ground with a "plop". .
In less than three seconds, three different snoring sounds sounded at the same time.
"It seems that you should have known that the three-headed dog's weakness is music, right?"
Dumbledore asked with a smile and waved his hand seemingly casually.
At the same time, the wounds on the three big heads healed as before at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Glenn nodded and replied: "Harry and the others accidentally talked about the creatures in this room. I checked and found that there are relevant records in Mr. Scamander's "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", mentioning this. The weakness of a living thing."
"A very wise choice. Gather intelligence and make preparations in advance." Dumbledore commented, "But I'm curious, did you plan to use the Frisbee idea from the beginning?"
"No, Professor. This is a temporary idea." Glenn grinned and shook his head and said, "I just suddenly remembered the common hobbies of canine creatures to test the idea."
"In that case, one more thing should be added - adapt to circumstances."
"I'm still a little impulsive. If there is something wrong with Lu Wei, I really don't know how to explain it to Hagrid." Glenn scratched his head in embarrassment and stepped forward to open the trap door.
"Fluorescent flashes!"
He lit his wand and looked inside.
The darkness beneath the trap door seemed to swallow up the light.
Dumbledore stopped talking and watched with interest what he planned next.
Glenn glanced sideways at him and picked up a piece of wood the size of a wine bottle.
He had broken the Frisbee's transformation spell, but the physical damage caused by the three-headed dog remained.
The chair that was missing its legs had been turned into pieces of wood scattered on the floor.
He held the block over the trap door and let it fall in a free fall.
In less than two seconds, a soft "pop" sound came from below.
Glenn made a rough calculation in his mind and said as if talking to himself.
"About ten meters high, soft landing. Not a big problem."
Dumbledore was slightly stunned, a little confused as to how he could guess the height from here to below.
Before he could ask, Glenn turned over and jumped down.
The cold, damp air whizzed past his ears.He fell quickly down and landed with a plop on something soft.
Devil's net.
It was working hard to stretch out the tendrils as thick as a baby's arms, and the dense vines went up Glenn's ankles and wrapped around his legs.
Glenn didn't even try to struggle due to Devil's Snare habit. He just waved his wand gently before the vines tied his hands.
"Burning flames."
A stream of golden and red flames shot out from the tip of the staff, sweeping through the darkness in the room.
The devil's net shrank away from the light and warmth, twisting and loosening its grip on Glenn.
Dumbledore saw the fire coming from below and jumped down from the trap door.
However, he did not descend at the speed of free fall. Instead, he waved his wand and slowly and lightly descended like a fallen leaf.
"Devil's Net, afraid of light and warmth. Knowledge from first grade herbal medicine class." Glenn shrugged and said.
Dumbledore nodded: "I have a good memory. I can think of summoning flames immediately and my reaction is quick."
In order to avoid directly burning Professor Sprout's devil's net to death, Glenn extinguished the flame at the tip of the staff.
The room returned to darkness, and the snake-like tentacles in the shadows stretched out again, looking pure and eager to move.
Glenn and Dumbledore didn't wait long and walked out directly along the only exit in the room.
The corridor is a slightly downward slope, with a slight damp smell in the air, and water dripping slowly along the walls.
The two of them had not walked for long when a bright light gradually appeared in front of them, accompanied by gentle rustling and tinkling sounds.
The head subconsciously opened its mouth and bit the first Frisbee into pieces with a "click".
There seemed to be a flash of confusion in its huge eyes, and then it showed a very human expression of enjoyment.
The two heads on the left and right heard the crisp sound of the Frisbee breaking, and turned to look at the center at the same time.
At the same time, the second flying disc arrived in an instant, and the head in the middle opened its bloody mouth again.
But this time, he missed the mark.
The head on the left got ahead of it and grabbed it first.
Glenn smiled slightly and secretly said, "There is a way."
The three-headed dog seems to be like a rune snake, with each of its three heads having its own thoughts and ideas.
Several other Frisbees flew over one after another. The three huge heads seemed to have forgotten about the intruders and were fighting with each other unceremoniously.
Two peaches kill three scholars.
A few seemingly useless Frisbees easily caused internal strife among the three heads.
Since they share the same body, they cannot attack each other with their claws, but can only rely on their heads and teeth to hurt each other.
Considering the sharpness of the canine teeth, the damage was quite considerable.
In the blink of an eye, two of the three heads were covered with paint, and dripping blood flowed out from the wounds punctured by the sharp teeth and dripped onto the trap door.
The blood and pain further aroused their ferocity, and they attacked each other more and more without any scruples.
The two heads on the left and right have even put their thoughts on the neck of the middle head.
Glenn had already reached the trap door and was about to pull it open and jump in.
Seeing this scene, he secretly said something bad.
Although the three-headed dog was ferocious, it was one of Hagrid's favorite pets after all. If he really died here, Glenn really couldn't think of how to explain it.
Moreover, he is just a tool for testing the level. He can't directly kill the guard at the first level, right?
Without hesitation, Glenn waved his wand again and turned an old table in the corner into a guitar.
When things got urgent, he didn't care about the precision of the transformation.
The invisible force plucked the strings and played a bunch of messy notes.
He has practiced guitar for a few years, and even if he uses magic to play automatically, he can still play a few songs in a decent manner.
But in this case, obviously there is no need to play a nice song, as long as the sound can be heard, it is enough.
The moment the guitar played, the three heads stopped moving at the same time, and their eyelids became heavy.
At this time, Bai Sensen's fangs were only a few inches away from the middle of his neck.
Dumbledore in the shadow nodded slightly and lowered his raised hand.
The tuneless music was still playing. The three-headed dog Lu Wei, who was still majestic at the beginning, staggered twice like a drunken man. His knees weakened and he fell to the ground with a "plop". .
In less than three seconds, three different snoring sounds sounded at the same time.
"It seems that you should have known that the three-headed dog's weakness is music, right?"
Dumbledore asked with a smile and waved his hand seemingly casually.
At the same time, the wounds on the three big heads healed as before at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Glenn nodded and replied: "Harry and the others accidentally talked about the creatures in this room. I checked and found that there are relevant records in Mr. Scamander's "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", mentioning this. The weakness of a living thing."
"A very wise choice. Gather intelligence and make preparations in advance." Dumbledore commented, "But I'm curious, did you plan to use the Frisbee idea from the beginning?"
"No, Professor. This is a temporary idea." Glenn grinned and shook his head and said, "I just suddenly remembered the common hobbies of canine creatures to test the idea."
"In that case, one more thing should be added - adapt to circumstances."
"I'm still a little impulsive. If there is something wrong with Lu Wei, I really don't know how to explain it to Hagrid." Glenn scratched his head in embarrassment and stepped forward to open the trap door.
"Fluorescent flashes!"
He lit his wand and looked inside.
The darkness beneath the trap door seemed to swallow up the light.
Dumbledore stopped talking and watched with interest what he planned next.
Glenn glanced sideways at him and picked up a piece of wood the size of a wine bottle.
He had broken the Frisbee's transformation spell, but the physical damage caused by the three-headed dog remained.
The chair that was missing its legs had been turned into pieces of wood scattered on the floor.
He held the block over the trap door and let it fall in a free fall.
In less than two seconds, a soft "pop" sound came from below.
Glenn made a rough calculation in his mind and said as if talking to himself.
"About ten meters high, soft landing. Not a big problem."
Dumbledore was slightly stunned, a little confused as to how he could guess the height from here to below.
Before he could ask, Glenn turned over and jumped down.
The cold, damp air whizzed past his ears.He fell quickly down and landed with a plop on something soft.
Devil's net.
It was working hard to stretch out the tendrils as thick as a baby's arms, and the dense vines went up Glenn's ankles and wrapped around his legs.
Glenn didn't even try to struggle due to Devil's Snare habit. He just waved his wand gently before the vines tied his hands.
"Burning flames."
A stream of golden and red flames shot out from the tip of the staff, sweeping through the darkness in the room.
The devil's net shrank away from the light and warmth, twisting and loosening its grip on Glenn.
Dumbledore saw the fire coming from below and jumped down from the trap door.
However, he did not descend at the speed of free fall. Instead, he waved his wand and slowly and lightly descended like a fallen leaf.
"Devil's Net, afraid of light and warmth. Knowledge from first grade herbal medicine class." Glenn shrugged and said.
Dumbledore nodded: "I have a good memory. I can think of summoning flames immediately and my reaction is quick."
In order to avoid directly burning Professor Sprout's devil's net to death, Glenn extinguished the flame at the tip of the staff.
The room returned to darkness, and the snake-like tentacles in the shadows stretched out again, looking pure and eager to move.
Glenn and Dumbledore didn't wait long and walked out directly along the only exit in the room.
The corridor is a slightly downward slope, with a slight damp smell in the air, and water dripping slowly along the walls.
The two of them had not walked for long when a bright light gradually appeared in front of them, accompanied by gentle rustling and tinkling sounds.
