Chapter 74 Clear Arrangements

"A good dog indeed."

Dumbledore was not aware of the complicated feelings in Quirrell's heart at this time. He smiled and agreed, stepped forward and opened the trap door on the ground, waved to Quirrell and said, "Come on, Quilinus."

After saying that, 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 staying with Lu Wei here, so I won't follow him any further, and..."

Hagrid pointed to the opened trap door and said with a smile: "That hole is a little too crowded for me."

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

The cold, damp air whizzed past Quirrell's ears. He cast a levitating spell on himself unhurriedly, and his falling speed immediately slowed down.

Only then did he have time to lower his head and look down.

A ball of white light now lit up underneath the originally bottomless cave, which should be the lighting technique used by Dumbledore.

After slowly falling to the bottom, Quirrell stepped on a soft object.

Using the light cast by Dumbledore, he discovered that there was a thick layer of vines beneath his feet.

After noticing Quirrell's presence, the plant stretched out snake-like tendrils and wrapped them around his ankles.

Quirrell quickly jumped aside and avoided the vines.

"Devil-Devil's Web."

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

"Yes, Devil's Net, provided by Pomona, it's interesting isn't it?"

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

But Pomona Sprout was just a professor of Herbology, and besides, she was a Hufflepuff with no talent, so she probably could only use this unpretentious method.

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

The two continued to move forward, down a stone corridor, and came to a brightly lit room, where countless keys with wings were flying around.

"This is a defense created by Filius and Rolanda."

Dumbledore led Quirrell through the flying keys and came to a heavy wooden door. Then he waved to the group of keys above his head, and a large silver key with sky-blue wings 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 had just seen the broomstick in the corner.

If the devil's net prepared by Professor Sprout before was due to her lack of ability, these magic keys do show the level of Professor Flitwick, but why did they deliberately prepare broomsticks in the room?

Just to show that Ms. Huo Qi also contributed to this room?

In confusion, Quirrell followed Dumbledore through the wooden door and stepped into the second room.

As soon as they entered the room, the originally dark room was immediately lit up with lights, and a huge chessboard was displayed in front of them.

"No matter how many times I see Minerva's Transfiguration, it is always amazing."

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

"No, no, demons are more important than magic."

"……Too."

Dumbledore nodded and said calmly, then he took out his wand and moved his lips slightly. Quirrell straightened his ears and couldn't hear what he was saying, but the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard immediately gave way. To both sides.

Passing through the huge chessboard in the middle, Dumbledore pushed open the second door and came into an empty room.

"This room is yours, Quilinas. You see how you want to decorate it."

Quirrell looked around and saw a door on the opposite wall. He pondered for a while and stammered to Dumbledore: "With all due respect, the level ahead seems... There is—there is—there is…”

"A bit of a joke?"

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

"Yes, this is actually what I ordered them to do on purpose," Dumbledore explained: "The most important thing is to prevent that little guy Fish from persuading Lu Wei one day and sneaking down, and all the previous levels will be blocked. It is used to make him retreat from difficulties, and according to Hagrid, Lu Wei is not without weaknesses. If other students break in accidentally, the barriers in front are enough to stop them. "

【snort! This is exactly what Dumbledore would do. 】

Voldemort's voice suddenly sounded in Quirrell's mind, and he sneered and taunted.

[This hypocritical old thing! 】

Quirrell, who was still doubtful about this place, was relieved when he heard his master say this. He really didn't want to look for the location of the Magic Stone again. God knows what kind of situation he would encounter then.

"The only real means to defend against thieves are Lu Wei, Severus and me." Dumbledore smiled, "Of course, there is also you, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I doubt you will let me Disappointed, Quilinas.”

"Dang-dang-of course, this place-just-just leave it to me!"

Professor Quirrell patted his chest and answered quickly. Although he didn't know what level Snape and Dumbledore had prepared, Quirrell was not too worried.

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

Quirrel, who had been completely bewitched, was full of confidence in Voldemort. He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was beaten by an eleven-year-old Animagus a week ago.

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

"Okay-Okay."

Quirrel took out a small jar of about twelve inches from his robe, and poured out a small figure from it. Then, Quirrell took out his wand and used an expansion spell on the little man.

"Get bigger!"

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

"Oh... troll..."

Dumbledore covered his crooked nose with his hand and said in a muffled voice.

When Quirrell restored the troll to its original size, a disgusting stench spread out, which was much worse than the smell of Quirrell's own hand.

"Yes-yes-yes, I use-use-use trolls in my class-class-course, and I-I just-just-just-prepared two-two."

Quirrell explained stutteringly, and left the room with Dumbledore.

After closing the door to isolate the troll's stench inside, the two returned along the original route.

However, when they were about to return to the ground, they encountered a small problem-the trapdoor was closed by someone at some point, and Dumbledore tried to push it twice, but it didn't move at all.

"Hagrid! Are you up there?"

Dumbledore knocked on the trapdoor and asked loudly.

Then Quirrell heard a voice from above that he hated so much——

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

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In the original book, it was unreasonable that Quirrell and Voldemort had no doubts about the previous childish levels. Let's not talk about anything else. When looking for the key, they put a flying broom in the room. This clearly showed that it was specially arranged for people to pass the level, not to protect any important items.

So I always think that everything Harry experienced in the first year was arranged by Dumbledore from beginning to end. The next few years should be guided by the momentum, but the first year was definitely carefully arranged. Voldemort and Quirrell were tools for Harry to gain experience.

……

Tomorrow is the Zhongyuan Festival, Zhongyuan is finally one year old! ...Probably.

When I found Zhongyuan, the doctor said it was about a week old. According to the timeline, it should have been born around the Zhongyuan Festival...

Anyway, tomorrow is Xiao Zhongyuan's first birthday, and I have adopted it for almost a year... It's really not easy.

And recently it seems to be yearning for the outside world. Every time I come back from outside, it rushes out the door and stands at the stairs looking at me...

I tried to take it downstairs, but it ran back home... It's really hard to guess what a kitten is thinking.

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