some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 190 The Trapboard Level of Hell Difficulty
When a person is used to delicacies from mountains and seas, he will occasionally find cabbage tofu delicious, but he will never think that swill is delicious.

If there is such a person around, the suggestion here is to send it to a psychiatric hospital as soon as possible, and don't delay the condition!
Although Qiu's singing voice is not yet at the level of "delicacy from mountains and seas", there is a girl's cheerfulness and purity in her throat, which also has a special flavor.

In Cedric's words: "Cho is more than enough to be the lead singer in the pop music group 'Naughty Goblins'."

Don't take the words of dog licking too seriously. They are good at using exaggerated rhetorical techniques to describe things that were originally two or three points into eight or nine points. What's more, tanks can turn into fairies...

Fortunately, he didn't exaggerate so much this time. Qiu's singing voice is really nice.

You let a three-headed dog get used to Qiu's singing, and then you go to Pinhag that doesn't even growl in tune, let alone sleep, you will be scared out of your soul.

We have to come to a conclusion: Hagrid is obviously drunk and bragging all kinds of things in the drinking arena.

Bragging is not illegal, but his behavior can hurt Quirrell.

Lu Wei was still drowsy at first, but now he is fully awake, so awake that he can't wake up anymore, and the more he listens, the more he gets better.

It stared at Quirrell, roared, and rushed over with claws and teeth.

Before Quirrell could react, he fell back and fell to the ground with a sore chest.

Lu Wei bit Quirrell's head, and dragged his body like a toy, swinging back and forth on the ground.

At that moment, Quirrell even wanted to die.It wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but the animal's paw sent his wand flying.

The most frightening thing is that Lu Wei never brushes his teeth, the taste in his mouth almost choked him!
Even Voldemort, who fell into a deep sleep, was awakened again.

He is also confused, what does this mean?
Twenty minutes ago, he was showing off his might in the Forbidden Forest, and he had a 10-[-] fight with Dumbledore. In the blink of an eye, even dogs could bully him!

Quirrell... you are an undercover agent! !
No matter how Voldemort cursed, Quirrell just didn't move, and Lu Wei quickly lost interest.

After it got tired of playing, it dragged the "toy" for a distance, and threw it in the corner like throwing garbage.

Hagrid is a scheming whore, but he can still dig holes by tricks!
Fortunately, Voldemort is not a vegetarian, he roared: "Food, food!"

This is Plan B of the plan.

That was what Hagrid usually ate.

The so-called food is a string of bacon hanging on Hagrid's eaves, which has Hagrid's smell on it.

The three-headed dog won't eat anything from strangers, but he will definitely eat food that smells like Hagrid.

Quiver got up from the ground tremblingly, took out the bacon from his pocket, and threw it into the distance.

He mixed a lot of powerful sleeping pills in it, even the fire dragon would fall asleep after eating it, I don't believe that Lu Wei won't sleep after taking it.

Smelling Hagrid's smell, Lu Wei really rushed over, picked up the bacon from the ground and swallowed it in one gulp.

After a while, Lu Wei staggered as if he had drunk fake wine, and finally fell to the ground.

Quirrell wiped the blood from his face, and quickly opened the trap, and it was pitch black inside.

"Is the investigation clear?" Voldemort asked worriedly.

Quirrell smiled and said: "The investigation is clear, master. Here is Sprout's devil's net, just to give people a buffer.

Don't worry, I'm the best at dealing with this kind of plant! "

After Quirrell finished speaking, without thinking too much, he jumped down and started a free fall.

After about two seconds, I only heard a "pop"!
Immediately afterwards, Quirrell's heart-piercing screams came.

ah ah ah ~

There was no devil's net, no pool, and no jumping bed on the ground, only the cold marble floor and a pool of warm blood left on the ground.

"I broke my leg." Quirrell whimpered in pain, clutching his left leg.

If Quirrell's physics is good enough, it can be calculated that the height of his fall is nearly 20 meters.

Jumping down from such a high place, he didn't fall to his death, but broke his left leg. I have to say... Merlin still took good care of him!

"Fool!" roared Voldemort, "Didn't you say there was a devil's net down there?"

Quirrell was crying, and he begged in pain: "Master, let's go back? Please..."

"Hurry up, we're here, the Philosopher's Stone is ahead!" Voldemort said sternly. "Take away the Philosopher's Stone, and I will give you eternal life!"

"But...my left leg is broken." Quirrell wailed.

"Hurry up and use the recovery potion!"

Quirrell's wand lit up, illuminating the entire space below, and he glimpsed two lines of writing on the wall:

--Guess who I am?

Followed by the Slytherin logo.

—Snape is here!
Quirrell scolded angrily: "It must be the devil's net that Snape stole.

I've heard from Sprout a long time ago that Snape is very stingy and wants to get back all the good things in his medicine storeroom.

This dead ghost who killed a thousand knives!
When I knocked him out, I should have killed him. "

It turned out that Quirrell was in the Forbidden Forest, knocked Professor Snape unconscious and hung him on a tree.

Quirrell cursed, quickly took out the potion from his pocket, and applied it to the wound.

But Lu Wei's teeth contained toxins. For this kind of injury, the recovery agent was useless at all, let alone his broken left leg.

After an unknown amount of time, Quirrell dragged one leg and slowly walked towards the next room.

He quickly entered a brightly lit room, and countless keys, shining like jewels, were flying around the room with flapping wings.

Quirrell found some brooms in the corner.

He looked at the broom and was speechless. It turned out to be the comet 250 eliminated by the school!

Is this thing ridden by a human?

But some rides are better than none, and he's broken a leg, so this thing will come in handy.

Quirrell rode a broom, kicked his right foot, rose into the air, and rushed into the dense array of keys.

Quirrell was not a member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team when he was a student, but he was actually the hidden king.

It's just that he is low-key and doesn't like to show off!

It's time to show his real skills. Believe it or not, he can grab that key in a minute? !
Qi Luofei also rushed in straight,
"what!"

The moment he hit the key, he screamed in pain.

"It burned me!" Quirrell moaned, sucking on his blistered fingers.

"Who cast the Fire Curse!" Voldemort said angrily.

"It must be that dwarf Flitwick!" Quirrell cursed in despair.

In his line of sight, something unusual was soon discovered.

The key he just touched unexpectedly burst out more than 20 keys in the air.

Before, the keys were flying in mid-air and never touched other keys. There were more than 20 more keys at once, squeezed to other keys, and then continued to copy the keys.

It's like nesting dolls.

"It even added a copy spell?!"

Quirrell politely greets multiple generations of Professor Flitwick's immediate family.

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(I would like to ask for recommendation tickets, thank you "Fengling [-]th" for your reward.)
(End of this chapter)