Connor's Hogwarts

Quirrell remembered what Dumbledore said at the staff meeting when the school started: "An old friend of mine asked me to keep something for him. I plan to hide it in the school's safe house, but I'm worried that someone will The mischievous students couldn't help but run in curiously. I need everyone's help to come up with some ideas and set up a few levels. Well, this is a voluntary application. Professors who have ideas can contact me later."

After that, Quirrell volunteered his opinion. He didn't know exactly how many professors took Dumbledore's task, but the four deans must not have escaped.

So the next thing he has to face is the blocking level designed by at least four professors

Quirrell jumped down.

Under Voldemort's teaching, Quirrell learned the skills of flying. He stretched out his wand to illuminate the surroundings. It was a very long tunnel. It took him a while to see the ground. Circles of plant vines avoided his wand. on the light.

"Devil's Net" Quirrell floated aside, ignoring the pile of plants. Only children would be entangled in this kind of plants. Is the so-called level so simple? Quirrell couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Quirrell shook his head and continued to walk forward. The environment here turned into an underground cave, and the sound of underground water could even be heard. Quirrell remembered that it was not like this before, and he did not know that this was Hogwarts somewhere underground.

As he walked, he came to a large empty room. When Quirrell just stepped in, the room became brightly lit, and then hundreds of thousands of "birds" flew up from the wall , Quirrell looked intently, and found that it was a key with flapping wings.

Quirrell came to the flash door, the door was locked, he tried several spells but couldn't open it, then he frowned and looked towards the sky.

"Is it really a wicked game to find the key from here?" Quirrell turned his head to look aside, and said with a gloomy face, "I also prepared a flying broomstick. Is this a trick for children?"

Quirrell felt offended, these levels are simply for coaxing children, or Dumbledore never thought that he would steal the Philosopher's Stone

Quirrell flicked his wand, and a sky-blue key struggled to fly into his hand. Quirrell grabbed it fiercely, stuffed it into the keyhole, and pushed open the locked door into the second door. room.

The second room was also pitch black, but as soon as Quirrell stepped in, the room was suddenly brightly lit, illuminating a scene that surprised Quirrell a bit.

It was a huge chessboard with mountains and waters on it, and Quirrell recognized it. This was the board of monster cards that the little ghosts like to play most.

You have to win a game of chess to pass what a joke, Quirrell sneered, he had never played this game before, so he decided to pass the level violently, he used the illusion spell on himself, Shi Shiran flew over, without triggering Any agency, very smoothly came to the next door.

"Oh, but that's all." Quirrell felt that he was so stupid that he would worry about the difficult levels left by those professors who dared not kill chickens. It's not as good as the giant monster I captured. It's supposed to be my troll's turn, I'm going to open that stupid big guy's head

"" Quirrell pushed open the door, and found that there was nothing behind the door, nothing. Quirrell walked forward suspiciously, and soon came to the next door.

"Nothing is going on." Then Quirrell touched the wooden door, a light blue barrier lit up in front of him, and words appeared on the screen:

Please choose the correct answer from the following options: Question [-], what will be obtained by adding narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion a life and death water b salt soda c toilet water

"" Quirrell shook his head, tapped option a with his wand, and said with an angry smile, "I'm really playing house with the kid, master, don't we think highly of Hogwarts professors?"

Ten minutes later, Quirrell had completed eight questions. He wiped the sweat from his hands and said tremblingly, "Master, may I ask which word in the rune has a floating effect?"

Voldemort cursed in a hoarse voice: "It's an idiot, don't you even understand this?"

Quirrell quickly made a choice. He just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but when he saw the new question, he stammered and said, "Master, I don't know how to do this question either."

"Stupid idiot Ravenclaw should be ashamed of you and turn around for me"

Quirrell silently handed over control of his body, and handed over the work of answering the questions to Lao Fu.

then

After half an hour.

On the back of Quirrell's pale head, Voldemort's eyes were red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting like a cow. He yelled angrily: "This is a level made by that bastard!"

Waiting to be bah bah bah bah bah

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Perhaps it was God's will in the dark, on the same day Voldemort decided to steal the treasure, Harry figured out the key to the matter on the day he finished the final exam of the first grade.

His time-delayed reaction system finally realized that the timing of Hagrid getting the dragon egg was too coincidental, so he ran to ask Hagrid who followed his egg, and when he finally learned that Hagrid won the egg, Tell the Eggman the "secret" that his little Lu Wei stopped the concert coma.

Harry realized the seriousness of the problem, and then thought of going to the principal to make a report, but of course the principal would not be at school, and Professor McGonagall thought they were talking nonsense, after many "attempts to report" and failed.

Harry decided to solve this problem by himself, and his second-year proposal received positive responses from the smart Miss Granger and the not-so-smart Mr. Ron. With Harry's invisibility cloak, the three believed that they would not be taught again. They found out, so the three of them decided to visit the castle again at night.

Although there were some minor problems during the process, such as encountering a certain Neville who tried to stop them and Pepper who was wandering around in the middle of the night looking for fun, in the end they reached the corridor on the fourth floor smoothly.

"Look at the harp Snape has already been here." Harry pointed to the harp beside Lu Wei with a serious expression.

"Hermione, play the flute, don't let it wake up." Ron pointed to the trapdoor on the floor: "We're going in there."

Hermione played the flute out of tune, but Lu Wei still fell asleep very cooperatively. The three of them came carefully to the dark cave entrance and looked at each other.

Harry took a deep breath: "I'll jump first later, there's no problem and you can follow me down. But if something happens to me, you should turn around immediately, go to the owl hut in Sita, and send Hedwig to deliver a letter to Dumbledore ,OK"

Ron nodded sharply: "I see."

Hermione, who was playing the flute, expressed with her eyes why she didn't come back after writing the letter just now.

Greedy life and fear of death are not in the Gryffindor dictionary. With such an idea in mind, Harry jumped up and down violently.

"Come down soft landing it's safe down there"

Ron Howe didn't hesitate, and jumped down. Hermione, who was playing the flute, really wanted to go back and write letters now, but felt that it was all coming and didn't think much about it, so she jumped down too.

"Honestly, it's a blessing to have this pile of plants here." Ron said as soon as Hermione fell to the ground.

"Fortunately, what are you looking at you two?" Hermione screamed, jumped up, and struggled to move towards a damp wall.

Because as soon as she fell, the plant vines on the ground wrapped around her ankles, and Harry and Ron were unknowingly wrapped around their waists by the long vines.

Hermione broke free before the vines could grab her firmly.Then she watched in horror as the two boys tried desperately to tear the vines away, but the more they struggled, the faster and tighter they tangled.

"Hold on," Hermione yelled at them, "I know what this is, it's the devil's web"

"Oh my god, I'm so glad we finally know what it's called, it will help us a lot." Ron groaned and pulled the vines to keep them from wrapping around his neck.

"Shut up, I'm trying to figure out how to kill it," Hermione yelled while circling in circles.

"Please think quickly, I'm going to be suffocating," Harry gasped, as if the vine that was trying to wrap around his chest was suffocating him.

"Devil's net, what did Professor Sprout say about the devil's net? Yes, it likes the dark and the damp"

"Then set it on fire" Harry almost choked.

"Yeah, yes, of course, but there's no firewood here," said Hermione loudly, wringing her hands anxiously.

"Are you crazy?" Ron yelled. "Are you a witch?"

"Oh, by the way, I can do magic." Hermione hurriedly pulled out her wand, waved it, muttering something, and then shot a blue flame from the tip of the wand.

In just a few seconds, the two boys felt the vines receding from the light and warmth, and loosened their hold on them.The plants twisted and twitched, unwinding the tendrils that wrapped around them, and Harry and Ron were finally free.

"It's a good thing you listened carefully in herbalism class, Hermione." Harry said, retreating to the wall like Hermione, wiping the sweat off his face.

"Yeah, thanks to you." Ron said, "It's also lucky that Harry didn't panic like you at the critical moment, but there's no firewood here. Look at what you just said."