The Druid Master of Hogwarts Chapter 72

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"It is indeed a good dog."

Dumbledore didn't know the complicated feelings Quilled was feeling at this time, he smiled and agreed, stepped forward and opened the trapdoor on the ground, beckoned to Quillous and said, "Come on, Quilinus."

After speaking, he jumped down.

Quirrell glanced at Hagrid who was still playing with the three-headed dog. Hagrid noticed his gaze, waved his hand, and said, "I'm here with Lu Wei, so I won't follow it, and..."

Hagrid pointed to the opened trapdoor and said with a smile, "That hole is also a little bit crowded for me."

Quirrell saw it too, then nodded to him, and then jumped into the dark hole.

The cold, damp air whizzed past Quirrell's ears, and he unhurriedly cast a Levitation Charm on himself, and the speed of his fall immediately slowed down.

At this time, he had time to look down.

A cloud of white light was already lit up under the cave that was originally bottomless. It should be Dumbledore's lighting technique.

After slowly falling to the bottom layer, Quirrell stepped on a bunch of soft things.

With the light cast by Dumbledore, he found a thick layer of vines under his feet.

After sensing the existence of Quirrell, the plant stretched out snake-like tendrils and wrapped it around his ankle.

Quirrell quickly jumped aside, avoiding the vines.

"Devil-Devil-Devil Net."

As a Ravenclaw, Quirrell easily recognized the plant under his feet.

"Yes, Devil.com. This is provided by Pomona. It's interesting, isn't it?"

Quirrell nodded, but he was quite disdainful in his heart. The weakness of the Devil Net was too obvious. As long as he understood its characteristics, even a first-grade little wizard could easily deal with it.

However, Pomona Sprout is just a professor of herbal medicine, and he is still an untalented Hufflepuff, and probably can only use this method that is not on the stage.

Quirrell thought contemptuously in his heart, but his face still had that solemn expression.

The two of them continued to move forward, down a stone corridor, and came to a brightly lit room, in which countless keys with wings flew around.

"This is the line of defense created by Felius and Rolanda."

Dumbledore took Quirrell through these flying keys to a heavy wooden door, and then he beckoned to the group of keys above his head. A large silver key with sky blue wings would automatically Fell into Dumbledore's hands.

Opening the wooden door with the key in his hand, Dumbledore took Quirrell and continued to the next room.

Quirrell frowned, he just saw the existence of the flying broom in the corner.

If the devil net prepared by Professor Sprout was due to her inadequate ability, these magic keys actually showed the level of Professor Flitwick, but why did they deliberately prepare flying broomsticks in the room?

Just to show that Ms. Huo Qi also made a contribution in this room?

Perplexed, Quirrell followed Dumbledore across the wooden door and stepped into the second room.

As soon as they entered the room, the darkened room immediately lit up, and a huge chessboard appeared in front of them.

"Minerva's Transfiguration is so amazing no matter how many times I see it."

Dumbledore shook his head, then turned to look at Quirrell, "How about? Quilinus, are you interested in a game of chess?"

"No-no, it's still more important than magic-magic-magic ratio."

"……Too."

Dumbledore nodded and said faintly, then he took out his wand, his lips moved slightly, Quirrell stood up his ears and couldn't hear what he was saying, but the black and white pieces on the chessboard immediately let him go. To both sides.

Passing through the huge chess board in the middle, Dumbledore pushed open the second door and came to an empty room.

"I'll leave this room to you, Quilinus, see how you want to set it up."

Quirrell looked around and saw that there was a door on the opposite wall. He groaned for a while and stammered towards Dumbledore: "Forgive me—I'll be straight—speak bluntly, the front gate—the gate seems Yes—Yes—Yes..."

"A little bit of a play?"

Dumbledore took the conversation with a smile, and Quirrell nodded.

"Yes, this is actually what I told them to do on purpose," Dumbledore explained, "The most important thing is to prevent the little fellow Fisch from persuading Lu Wei one day to sneak down. The previous levels are all It was used to let him retreat when he was in trouble, and from Hagrid's words, Lu Wei was not without weakness. If other students inadvertently broke in, the checkpoints in front would be enough to stop them."

【Humph! This is indeed what Dumbledore would do. 】

Voldemort's voice suddenly rang in Quirrell's mind, and he sneered and mocked.

[This hypocritical old thing! 】

Quirrell, who was still suspicious of this place, was relieved when he heard his master say this. He really didn't want to find the location of the Sorcerer's Stone anymore. God knew what situation he would encounter by then.

"The real means to defend against thieves is actually Lu Wei, Severus and me," Dumbledore smiled. "Of course, and you, the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, presumably you won't let me. Disappointed, Quilinus."

"When—when—of course, here it—just—leave it to me!"

Professor Quirrell quickly patted his chest and replied. Although Snape and Dumbledore didn't know what the level was, Quirrell was not too worried.

After all, behind his head, there is still the greatest Dark Lord in history, no matter what magic trap it is, it is impossible to stop his master.

Quirrell, who had been completely bewitched, was full of confidence in Voldemort, and seemed to have completely forgotten about him being beaten up by an eleven-year-old Animagus a week ago.

"So, what level are you preparing?" Dumbledore's voice awakened Quirrell. He pushed down the door and made room for Quirrell. "Hurry up and finish setting up. Let's leave. I still want to Take a good bath before going to bed."

"Good-good."

Quirrell took out a small pot about twelve inches from his robe, poured out a small figure from it, and after that, Quirrell took out his wand and cast a swelling curse on the little man.

"Quickly getting bigger!"

The villain instantly swelled into a figure larger than Hagrid, but he was in a coma at this time, and he had been lying on the ground motionless since Quirrell poured him out.

"Oh... troll..."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand to cover his crooked nose, and said urnly.

When Quirrell restored the giant monster to its original size, a disgusting stench spread, which was much worse than Quirrell's own hand.

"Yes-yes-yes, my class-class-course, useful-used-used trolls, and I-I am-right-just prepared two-two."

Quirrell explained humbly, and exited the room with Dumbledore.

After closing the door to isolate the smell of the monster inside ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the two returned along the same path.

But when they were about to return to the ground, they ran into a little problem-the trapdoor didn't know when it was closed. Dumbledore tried to push it twice, but it didn't move.

"Hagrid! Are you on it?"

Dumbledore knocked on the trap door and asked loudly.

Then Quirrell heard a voice from above that made him hateful--

"Even the bad old man can go down, why don't I do it!"? (●ΦДΦ●)?

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