A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Wait a minute," Harry suddenly said, a little nervously, "Don't you guys think it's too quiet?"

“It’s a harp.” Hermione glanced back. “It’s not playing anymore.”

“Yeah!” Ron noticed the disgusting saliva on his shoulder, looked up to see six enormous eyes staring at them. “The music stopped, which means Cerberus…”

"Roar!"

Mao Mao roared, its three heads shaking from side to side. As saliva flew, it lifted one paw, about to strike.

"Jump down now!"

Harry said hastily, and with a swift movement, he jumped through the trapdoor.

Hermione and Ron followed closely behind, not daring to delay for even the slightest moment.

The next second, a huge and chaotic roar rang out.

Two rows of sharp teeth blocked the trapdoor, and saliva dripped from between the teeth amidst the barking.

"Luckily, the trapdoor is relatively small, otherwise we would have been in danger." Aaron's wand emitted a pale white light, illuminating the place where they landed.

"Luckily, these soft plants are here, otherwise we would have all fallen to our deaths." Ron looked at the exit blocked by the dog's mouth; they had fallen at least ten meters.

Aaron looked at the irregular ground covered with plants under his feet, and through the gaps he could vaguely see a few steps. He couldn't help but sigh, "There's another layer below. This must be a level designed by Professor Sprout, the Devil's Web."

"What kind of devil's net?"

As soon as Harry finished asking the question, thick black vines wrapped around his legs.

Before he could react, more vines wrapped around his limbs and neck, choking him until he couldn't breathe.

Ron and Hermione weren't in much better shape; they weren't completely wrapped up like dumplings, but they were pretty much.

"What do we do?" Ron cried out anxiously.

"Don't move, relax," Hermione shouted. "I read in a book that the more you struggle, the tighter these vines will tighten."

"Who can relax at a time like this?" Ron said, on the verge of tears. "We're okay, but Harry is about to be strangled."

"Trust me." Hermione felt herself sinking, a hint of confidence on her face. "As long as you don't move, you'll be fine."

Harry calmed down and soon felt his neck relax a bit, allowing him to breathe more deeply.

His body was also slowly sinking as he relaxed, and it was only a matter of time before he reached the second level.

Ron, however, was completely unable to calm down. The more vines there were, the more nervous he became, and the more nervous he became, the more vines appeared.

In his violent struggle, he was trapped in a vicious cycle, his mouth and nose sealed by vines, with only his limbs twitching incessantly.

"What a nuisance!" Aaron slapped his forehead, then waved his wand. "Blazing Flames!"

A ball of red flame appeared from the tip of the wand. The devil's net, which preferred cold and gloomy environments, sensed the temperature rise and quickly released the group, curling up in the shadows of the corner.

thump!

Several dull thuds rang out.

Aaron landed heroically, bracing himself with one hand.

Of the remaining three, only Hermione wasn't in such a sorry state, while Harry and Ron landed on their bodies, their entire bodies aching.

That is to say, this layer is only two meters away from the devil's net above their heads, otherwise it would not be as simple as just pain.

"Actually, this plant is quite afraid of fire, so burning it is more effective than relaxing it."

"Why didn't you use this spell sooner?" Ron said with some complaint.

Only he knows the extent of his suffering. Difficulty breathing is not terrible; what is terrible is that breathing becomes increasingly difficult.

He vaguely remembered seeing his grandfather waving at him, and just thinking about it made him break out in a cold sweat.

I didn't know you'd be so nervous!

We all drifted down naturally, slowly, but you're about to suffocate.

Besides, the Devil's Web is school property, and I don't want to incur such a debt without knowing why.

Ron's lips twitched, and he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Ahem!" Aaron walked to the top of the stairs, blocking the only passage, then looked at the three of them. "We're safe for now. I suggest you follow my plan and wait a little longer..."

“I have to go.” Harry knew what he was going to say and interrupted him without thinking.

"You idiot!"

We're already a step too late. What's the point of you catching up now?

“The Mystic hasn’t succeeded yet.” Harry brushed his hair back and pointed to the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. “It hurts, but I’m pretty sure he hasn’t succeeded.”

But if we don't stop him, he'll be resurrected once he gets the magic stone.

“I understand how you feel.

But even if he obtains the Philosopher's Stone, it will take him some time to transform it into life force.

“Then I can just wait for him to come and kill me,” Harry said bitterly.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then silently made way for them.

He's not Harry Potter, he doesn't have a major grudge against Voldemort, and he doesn't know what it feels like to have a knife hanging over your head.

"Thank you!"

Harry quickly walked up the steps, with Ron close behind.

“Don’t worry about it,” Hermione explained patiently. “It’s a matter of life and death, so it’s understandable that he’s a little anxious.”

"Ugh!

He was in a hurry, but my plan required time.

I'm 99% confident I can stop Voldemort, but he's afraid of just the worst-case scenario.

"Then...would you like to come along?"

"What do you think?

I've already come down here; I can't just stay here forever!

"If anything were to happen to any of you, my conscience wouldn't allow it."

Hermione smiled happily and then stepped into the passage.

As the four continued forward, the sound of flapping wings grew clearer and clearer.

They reached the end of the corridor and pushed open a door.

This is a very spacious room, with a dozen pillars supporting a ceiling tens of meters high, and countless keys with transparent wings flying around in the room.

“If I’m not mistaken, that door should be the exit,” Ron said, pointing to the door opposite.

“Nonsense, anyone with eyes can see that,” Aaron said dismissively. “The problem is how we get there. That door can’t be opened with a lock-picking spell; it requires a matching key.”

There are at least a thousand keys here; we can't possibly try them all!

Even if we could try them one by one, the process would probably be quite thrilling.

“You mean these keys will attack us?” Hermione asked.

"Uncertain, but not ruling out the possibility."

"After being stabbed by hundreds or thousands of keys, even if it's healed, it'll probably still leak air." Aaron said, walking to the door and examining it carefully for a while. "We need to find the oldest one among thousands of keys. It should be easy to recognize, but it won't be easy to grab."

After all... we are all cursed with not being able to fly.

Then Harry spotted a magical broom floating in mid-air. "I guess I'll have to use this."

"Hmm? Isn't this a little too easy?"

The golden thief is much faster than these keys.

As soon as Aaron finished speaking, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked at him with eager eyes.

"Hey! You're not asking me to go first, are you?"

“Of course it’s you,” Ron said. “You’re Hogwarts’ best Seeker. If you don’t play, who will?”

"But I haven't touched a flying broom in a long time."

“No, Aaron, you can do it,” Harry encouraged. “You’re much better than me.”

"this...

Alright! Since you've put it that way, I'll reluctantly help you this once.

"But this is a one-time thing, and there won't be a next time," Aaron said somewhat smugly. "You all go wait by that door and be ready to open it at any time."

None of the three raised any objections. They quickly walked to the door, leaving only a silver doorknob behind.

"call!"

Aaron took a deep breath, took out his wand, and pointed the tip at himself. "Protect yourself!"

A pale white light flashed, covering his body with an invisible, transparent barrier, instantly giving him a sense of security.

Chapter 83 Don't come to me with anything this exciting again.

Harry's lips twitched slightly when he saw this.

Although this wasn't an official competition, casting a spell on myself before getting on the flying broom felt a little awkward.

"Hermione, have we learned this spell before?"

"It seems...not."

I listened attentively in every class, but none of the professors taught this spell.

"This is a defensive spell of medium difficulty."

If all goes well, you should have the opportunity to learn this spell in a few years.

“But you, how could you do that?” Ron asked.

“I taught myself!” Alyn said matter-of-factly. “I can go anywhere in the forbidden book section, so isn’t it normal for me to teach myself one or two spells?”

"Can you teach us?" Hermione looked at Aaron, hoping for a positive answer.