Chapter 67 Seven levels?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Not long after Filch was drawn away.
From the ceiling of the corridor on the right, Hermione's slight surprise sounded, "Quirinus Quirrell—"
"I've always thought there was something wrong with him." This time it was George's smug little voice.
"No wonder we often pretend to be sick and leave early without getting angry. It turns out that he is the one who pretends the most." Fred followed closely.
"Hush—he's coming."
After Vincent's voice, the entire corridor returned to calm.
Quirrell, cloaked, rounded the corner, keeping his eyes on the front.
Not to mention him, even Filch didn't know that there were four figures on the ceiling.
"Knock-knock—" The solid alder wand at the bottom tapped lightly on every wall.
Quirrell's eyes were locked on the end of the corridor.
The locked door was the goal of his trip.
The alder wand tapped the doorknob.
"Click-"
Quirrell walked in.
Vincent, who was suspended under the ceiling, tapped his feet with a wand made of the same material.
With the help of the faint moonlight, one can barely see a wooden ladder supporting the weight of four people across both sides of the corridor.
"We have to hurry up." Vincent, who was firmly on the floor, stretched out his hands from the cloak.
George took a deep breath and jumped towards him.
After catching the twins one by one, Vincent caught the rope thrown from above.
Fred bent down, "It should take him a long time to find things."
Hermione, lying on the ladder, tied the dye to the other end of the rope.
"If I were Professor Dumbledore, I would definitely lay out some difficult traps."
George shuddered, "There shouldn't be any magical creatures guarding the gate..."
"Gatekeeper?" Vincent frowned after hearing this.
He vaguely remembers in the movie:
The first level is Hagrid's cute Lu Wei,
The second level is Sprout's devil's net,
The third level is Flitwick's riding a broom and grabbing keys,
The fourth level is McGonagall's live version of Wizard Chess,
The fifth level is Snape's potion question,
The sixth and final level is the Mirror of Erised arranged by Dumbledore.
The key manager plus four deans, even the principal has set up checkpoints.
So did Quirrell who walked in also...
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" George, who had already thinned the rope, tapped him on the shoulder.
"It's nothing." Vincent stood up, went to the bottom of the ladder and stretched out his hands.
Hermione closed her eyes tightly.
As soon as Vincent caught her, a pair of small hands hugged his neck tightly.
"It's safe."
Her long eyelashes moved slightly, and she turned her head away as if she didn't dare to look at each other.
Vincent led them to the door at the end.
"Have you considered another possibility.
Everything we do now is in vain. "
Hermione's eyes became a little complicated.
Since Dumbledore would set traps, Quirrell was likely involved.
"His name is missing."
George spread out the Marauder's Map, "The inside should have been temporarily opened."
"How long shall we wait?"
The three people covering the upper half of their faces all set their eyes on Vincent.
Even if Quirrell's removal of Filch was suspicious, adjusting the arrangement was a good excuse.
Take off the cloak, or let it go.
He reached out to touch the multifunctional belt conjured by Transfiguration.
In addition to smoke bombs and bat-shaped darts, there is also a Browning with a disillusionment spell on the right side and a silencer installed.
Can the number of people and equipment make up for the gap in mana?
"Alahoo hole opened—"
Vincent pulled out his wand, and gently opened a small gap.
"Huba——huba—" the heavy and deep breathing of the beast entered the ears of the four.
George raised his hand and slapped himself, "I regret it, really."
Even though it was pitch black inside and nothing could be seen, the voice knew that it was not some cute magical creature.
Hermione lit her wand and cautiously poked her little head in.
"It's three—three-headed dogs."
Fred took a step back, "Why don't we go back?"
Vincent shook his head and opened the door, "I have a trump card."
"Cuckoo——" X3
The three people outside the door saw him squatting halfway in front of a big head, and his little heart was beating violently unconsciously.
"It's asleep."
Vincent opened his big mouth and wiped away the residue from the sharp teeth.
"This should be a very advanced potion..."
Opening the other two wide mouths, he thoughtfully recalled his first Potions class.
Daffodil root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a powerful sleeping pill.
"It's the Potion of Living Hell, also known as the Water of Life and Death!"
Hermione, who plucked up the courage to walk in, raised her wand high.
"Quirrell should have gone down." Vincent stood up and walked towards the trap door next to the big claw.
The twins went in and closed the door behind them.
"We can make the rope longer." Fred pushed back the yellow cloak on his body.
The rope wrapped around his waist is a military-style rope sent from Vincent's family.
"It's too slow."
Vincent squatted in front of the trapdoor, and took out a bat dart from his multi-purpose belt.
About three seconds after letting go, there was a sound of something being stabbed by a sharpener.
"There is something below, and the height is not too high."
He lighted up his wand naturally, "I'll go down first to find the way."
"Hey, wait a minute—"
As soon as Hermione spoke, the figure beside the trapdoor jumped down.
She trotted over worriedly.
The moment Vincent below came into contact with the devil's net, the light on the wand drove them away.
He landed firmly on the ground, and extinguished the white light of his wand.
"It's the devil's net, wait for my signal before coming down."
The three people above all secretly let out a sigh of relief.
"May Merlin bless us—"
The twins gripped their wands reverently.
When the devil's net spread out again, Vincent's voice came from below.
"Extinguish the wand first, and then you all jump down one by one—"
"Okay!" Hermione yelled through the trapdoor.
"Who goes first?"
"Let's go first."
She watched the twins go down one after another, and took a step forward without hesitation.
When she felt the bondage of the devil's net, a bright light prompted her to slightly open her closed eyes.
Vincent, holding his wand high, stretched out his finger to a closed door ahead when the three of them landed safely.
"Do you want to set up some additional small traps?"
Fred pulled out the rope pinned to his waist, held it up and shook it with a smirk.
"Quirrell's not an idiot." Hermione's big brown eyes rolled up from under the black patch.
"Shall we ambush him?" Vincent took out all the darts in his belt.
George, who was wearing a bat eye mask, grinned, "Oh, this is not something a superhero should do~"
Quirrell, who was able to invade Snape's office and get the ingredients for the Living Hell Potion, would really fall into such a low-level trap?
Hermione, who was still rolling her eyes, couldn't imagine this scene at all.
……
……
From the ceiling of the corridor on the right, Hermione's slight surprise sounded, "Quirinus Quirrell—"
"I've always thought there was something wrong with him." This time it was George's smug little voice.
"No wonder we often pretend to be sick and leave early without getting angry. It turns out that he is the one who pretends the most." Fred followed closely.
"Hush—he's coming."
After Vincent's voice, the entire corridor returned to calm.
Quirrell, cloaked, rounded the corner, keeping his eyes on the front.
Not to mention him, even Filch didn't know that there were four figures on the ceiling.
"Knock-knock—" The solid alder wand at the bottom tapped lightly on every wall.
Quirrell's eyes were locked on the end of the corridor.
The locked door was the goal of his trip.
The alder wand tapped the doorknob.
"Click-"
Quirrell walked in.
Vincent, who was suspended under the ceiling, tapped his feet with a wand made of the same material.
With the help of the faint moonlight, one can barely see a wooden ladder supporting the weight of four people across both sides of the corridor.
"We have to hurry up." Vincent, who was firmly on the floor, stretched out his hands from the cloak.
George took a deep breath and jumped towards him.
After catching the twins one by one, Vincent caught the rope thrown from above.
Fred bent down, "It should take him a long time to find things."
Hermione, lying on the ladder, tied the dye to the other end of the rope.
"If I were Professor Dumbledore, I would definitely lay out some difficult traps."
George shuddered, "There shouldn't be any magical creatures guarding the gate..."
"Gatekeeper?" Vincent frowned after hearing this.
He vaguely remembers in the movie:
The first level is Hagrid's cute Lu Wei,
The second level is Sprout's devil's net,
The third level is Flitwick's riding a broom and grabbing keys,
The fourth level is McGonagall's live version of Wizard Chess,
The fifth level is Snape's potion question,
The sixth and final level is the Mirror of Erised arranged by Dumbledore.
The key manager plus four deans, even the principal has set up checkpoints.
So did Quirrell who walked in also...
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" George, who had already thinned the rope, tapped him on the shoulder.
"It's nothing." Vincent stood up, went to the bottom of the ladder and stretched out his hands.
Hermione closed her eyes tightly.
As soon as Vincent caught her, a pair of small hands hugged his neck tightly.
"It's safe."
Her long eyelashes moved slightly, and she turned her head away as if she didn't dare to look at each other.
Vincent led them to the door at the end.
"Have you considered another possibility.
Everything we do now is in vain. "
Hermione's eyes became a little complicated.
Since Dumbledore would set traps, Quirrell was likely involved.
"His name is missing."
George spread out the Marauder's Map, "The inside should have been temporarily opened."
"How long shall we wait?"
The three people covering the upper half of their faces all set their eyes on Vincent.
Even if Quirrell's removal of Filch was suspicious, adjusting the arrangement was a good excuse.
Take off the cloak, or let it go.
He reached out to touch the multifunctional belt conjured by Transfiguration.
In addition to smoke bombs and bat-shaped darts, there is also a Browning with a disillusionment spell on the right side and a silencer installed.
Can the number of people and equipment make up for the gap in mana?
"Alahoo hole opened—"
Vincent pulled out his wand, and gently opened a small gap.
"Huba——huba—" the heavy and deep breathing of the beast entered the ears of the four.
George raised his hand and slapped himself, "I regret it, really."
Even though it was pitch black inside and nothing could be seen, the voice knew that it was not some cute magical creature.
Hermione lit her wand and cautiously poked her little head in.
"It's three—three-headed dogs."
Fred took a step back, "Why don't we go back?"
Vincent shook his head and opened the door, "I have a trump card."
"Cuckoo——" X3
The three people outside the door saw him squatting halfway in front of a big head, and his little heart was beating violently unconsciously.
"It's asleep."
Vincent opened his big mouth and wiped away the residue from the sharp teeth.
"This should be a very advanced potion..."
Opening the other two wide mouths, he thoughtfully recalled his first Potions class.
Daffodil root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a powerful sleeping pill.
"It's the Potion of Living Hell, also known as the Water of Life and Death!"
Hermione, who plucked up the courage to walk in, raised her wand high.
"Quirrell should have gone down." Vincent stood up and walked towards the trap door next to the big claw.
The twins went in and closed the door behind them.
"We can make the rope longer." Fred pushed back the yellow cloak on his body.
The rope wrapped around his waist is a military-style rope sent from Vincent's family.
"It's too slow."
Vincent squatted in front of the trapdoor, and took out a bat dart from his multi-purpose belt.
About three seconds after letting go, there was a sound of something being stabbed by a sharpener.
"There is something below, and the height is not too high."
He lighted up his wand naturally, "I'll go down first to find the way."
"Hey, wait a minute—"
As soon as Hermione spoke, the figure beside the trapdoor jumped down.
She trotted over worriedly.
The moment Vincent below came into contact with the devil's net, the light on the wand drove them away.
He landed firmly on the ground, and extinguished the white light of his wand.
"It's the devil's net, wait for my signal before coming down."
The three people above all secretly let out a sigh of relief.
"May Merlin bless us—"
The twins gripped their wands reverently.
When the devil's net spread out again, Vincent's voice came from below.
"Extinguish the wand first, and then you all jump down one by one—"
"Okay!" Hermione yelled through the trapdoor.
"Who goes first?"
"Let's go first."
She watched the twins go down one after another, and took a step forward without hesitation.
When she felt the bondage of the devil's net, a bright light prompted her to slightly open her closed eyes.
Vincent, holding his wand high, stretched out his finger to a closed door ahead when the three of them landed safely.
"Do you want to set up some additional small traps?"
Fred pulled out the rope pinned to his waist, held it up and shook it with a smirk.
"Quirrell's not an idiot." Hermione's big brown eyes rolled up from under the black patch.
"Shall we ambush him?" Vincent took out all the darts in his belt.
George, who was wearing a bat eye mask, grinned, "Oh, this is not something a superhero should do~"
Quirrell, who was able to invade Snape's office and get the ingredients for the Living Hell Potion, would really fall into such a low-level trap?
Hermione, who was still rolling her eyes, couldn't imagine this scene at all.
……
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