A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 112 The unlucky guy's journey to break through the level
One after another, sharp cries echoed in the small dark room, and the overlapping echoes gradually superimposed, making this terrifying and deadly cry even louder.

Those pitcher plant-like plants exploded along with the thick red fog, spraying out corrosive red juice, filling the surroundings with a pungent smell.After the room returned to darkness, the devil's net, which had already retreated in all directions, waved its vine tentacles again, entangled their prey enthusiastically and crazily.

"Armor protection."

Owen chanted an Iron Armor Curse to himself in mid-air, completely blocking the liquid splashed out after the plant exploded.The black demon guard draped on his body also flapped the hem of the cloak, corroding the occasional vines until they withered and withered.The cries of the mandrake faintly came to his ears through the enchanted earplugs, which made him feel disgusted.

"Ah, thank you for the magic plant sponsored by Professor Sprout." Owen patted his ears and sighed in his heart.Although Professor Sprout didn't know about it, it didn't prevent Owen from being grateful, um, it's polite.

Owen looked down at the ground that was gradually returning to silence. He didn't think that these gadgets he had arranged could kill Quirrell, and his purpose was not to kill people here.Even if Quirrell lost his hand in the sudden attack, Voldemort still has the bottom line.

Sure enough, with the flashes of a few spells, Owen vaguely saw a figure staggering out of the devil's net and running towards the end of the room.The turbulent devil's net followed behind the figure like a surging wave, and countless vines entangled the prey that was close at hand like a group of intertwined snakes.

Owen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then chased him close to the ceiling, almost at the same time as the other party came to the other end of the room, where there was a tightly closed black door.

Quirrell released a blazing fire net, forcing the surrounding devil's net back to the corner, and the flames also illuminated the surroundings, reflecting swaying and dancing ghosts on the wall.Owen slowly descended from the sky, suspended lightly and gracefully at a height of only half a meter above the ground, his figure in a black cloak and top hat could not be illuminated by the fire, and looked even more treacherous and dangerous .

"Clear water is like a spring." Owen pointed his wand at several "nepenthes" on the ground that were red and swollen by the fire, and streams of water ruthlessly washed over these magical plants, making them escape from the explosion. The state is sluggish.

He looked at Quirrell with great interest, and the other party looked very embarrassed, his already weak and pale face was suffused with an ugly bluish-white color, he looked like a dead body, and the black robe on his body had turned into a tattered There are several hideous slender wounds on the skin at the opening, which looks like it was pulled by a barbed whip.

There was no communication, and the two tacitly aimed their wands at the mandrakes that were still howling loudly.Although magic plants also have certain magic resistance, the best way to deal with plants is undoubtedly burning them.

Owen directly released Fiercefire, and the bewitching purple flames hovered in the dark room, greedily devouring the screaming mandrakes, and burning many devil's nets.The flames began to condense spontaneously into the shape of a fiery phoenix, scorching hot, violent, gorgeous, dangerous, yet thrillingly beautiful.

Driven by a desire to destroy in his heart, Fiendfire swallowed the last few mandrakes obediently but violently, Owen suddenly took off the earplugs, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, and he was quite reluctant to part with it. Extinguished the Fiendfire that had begun to rage everywhere.

"Professor Quirrell, you don't look very well." Owen said quietly.He glanced at the wound on the opponent's body that had begun to swell and turn purple, and then directed the black demon guard on his body to float away from his body.

Quirrell had a gloomy face, and he didn't want to pay attention to Owen's obviously gloating ridicule. He glanced at the scars on his body, and his expression became even uglier.

A green vine silently lurked behind Owen, opened its black spikes like dense fangs viciously, and shot towards his neck suddenly, like a sneak attack after waiting for a long time poisonous snake.

"A thousand sharp blades!"

With a bright smile, Owen shot a few bright white blades backhand, cutting the attacking poisonous thorn vine into more than a dozen sections, bouncing on the ground like a snake.

This black magic is not only very useful against people, but it is also many times stronger than the Fragmentation Curse when used to cut other things.Anyway, Owen is more and more fond of this kind of black magic driven by negative emotions. As Voldemort said, he has no lack of malice in his heart. The spell is easier to release and control.

Looking down at the spiky vines, Owen clicked his tongue and said, "I didn't expect there to be poisonous tentacles. Professor, have you been bitten? Its toxin is deadly, and I didn't bring any antidote." .”

With a cold face, Quirrell took out a small glass bottle containing a silver-white liquid from his pocket, and poured it into his mouth expressionlessly.The effect was immediate. The purple scars on his body bitten by the poisonous tentacles quickly recovered, and even his blue face looked better.

Unicorn blood, let me see how much you have... Owen looked away nonchalantly, and looked at the locked door.He stretched out his hand to pull the doorknob, but the door was locked, and a faintly glowing handwriting appeared on the door: Only when the key is found can we move forward.

"Shouldn't we need to look for the key here?" He said softly, pointing his wand at the door lock and saying: "Alahoo opens."

The lock didn't budge.

Owen showed a bright smile, stepped back suddenly, pointed at the door and said, "Thunderbolt explodes!"

A beam of flame hit the door, and then bounced to the wall on the other side, setting off a rumbling violent explosion. The flame swept away everything around it with the shock wave, and almost involved Quirrell.

"What are you going to do?" Quirrell exclaimed impatiently.This little wizard is an unscrupulous lunatic, he really saw it right.

"Try if you can destroy it violently." Owen said with an innocent face, and then called his dark guard to pass through the door in front, but the phantom black guard couldn't get through, and just fought helplessly outside the door. turn around.

"The levels arranged by the professor at Hogwarts are not so easy to pass violently." Quirrell warned hoarsely, "Remember, obey the rules here!"

"Okay, let's look for the key." Owen pointed in a direction seemingly casually, "I'm looking for this way."

He turned and searched in the direction he chose, showing a triumphant smile while turning his back to Quirrell.In fact, this door was arranged by Owen. Although he put a lot of effort into setting the Anti-Unlocking Curse and the Unbreakable Curse on it, it is definitely not as good as the professors. If Quirrell or Voldemort really tried to violently unlock it, It is very likely that they will break open the door directly, not to mention the follow-up level Owen has been fooling around a lot in order to meet the construction deadline... Ahem.

Therefore, Owen wants to demonstrate first and tell them that violent customs clearance is not feasible.His behavior became a powerful psychological suggestion, making Quirrell willingly bind himself to the rules set by Owen.

"I found it! Haha... ahhhhh!"

While Owen was wandering around boredly, Quirrell's voice came from the other side, and then it turned into a scream of pain.

"Tsk tsk, it's just a little prank..." Hearing the other party's scream, Owen smiled mischievously.

Quirrell was holding his hands, jumping up and down and howling, holding a big bronze key tightly in his hand, even though he howled in pain, he didn't let go, he really was a ruthless person.In front of him was an ordinary-looking wilting green plant, which was inconspicuous among the many ordinary plants planted in this room. The leaves were also tilted to the side, and it was obvious that he had obtained the key by pushing the leaves of this plant.

The golden bark tree from the Muggle world is not a magical plant. Few wizards know it, but it can bring people an unforgettable stimulating experience.It is said that it is better to wipe the buttocks...

Speaking of it, Owen just arranged it casually, and he didn't expect that this guy would really be tricked. After all, there are too many ways for wizards to get the key without touching the golden bark tree.

Obviously, whether it was Quirrell or Voldemort, they looked down on and didn't understand the plants in the Muggle world. After discovering that it was not a magical plant with magical powers, they didn't take it to heart, and then suffered a severe loss.

"I hope you can understand the truth of learning from a fall."

Owen leaned over and asked with concern: "Professor Quirrell, are you injured again?"

The word "again" deeply hurt Quirrell's heart. Seeing Owen's unscathed appearance and clean and tidy appearance, he bit his lips with tears in his eyes, and forcibly held back his hands as if they were being killed by countless dogs. Pained by the wasp sting, he shook his head fiercely and said, "Let's go!"

He walked quickly to the door, inserted the key firmly into the lock, and opened the lock with a "click".

The closed door slowly opened, and more humid and cold air overflowed from the door, and the icy humidity made one feel like being in icy water.

The two went to the next room. In this room there was only a large lake like a swimming pool. The slightly rippling water in the lake was black like thick ink, which looked ominous and dangerous.The room is surrounded by black stones, and the door leading to the next room cannot be seen.

"It seems that the exit is in the water?" Owen tilted his head, and then said solemnly, "Professor Quirrell, the level here is completely different from what you said before. Is there something wrong?"

"Wait, maybe someone from the Aether Society did something wrong?" He suddenly patted his forehead, "There is something I forgot to tell you, Hagrid talked to me again this morning with great enthusiasm. The story of the head dog, but our conversation was overheard by some guy. We failed to catch the eavesdropper. I think he is probably a member of the ether society. If there is no accident, they should also be there tonight shot."

Quirrell frowned tightly, not knowing whether it was out of vigilance and prudence in his heart, or because of the continuous severe pain in his hands.His complexion changed and changed indefinitely, and then showed a clear look.

"People from the Aether Society don't have the ability to affect the level here." He said bitterly, "It was Dumbledore, who secretly changed the layout here without telling me! It must be Harry Potter who made his way to me. Doubt told Dumbledore... the guy who got in the way, I should have found a way to kill him earlier!"

Your brain is so good that I don’t need to guide you… Owen blinked his eyes and said with a deep smile: “Then should we exit first and wait until we have figured out the checkpoints here before entering, or learn from the ether Will the fisherman reap the benefits behind him?"

"The Aether Society may not necessarily make a move tonight, but after tonight, Dumbledore is on guard, and it will be very difficult to get the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell rejected Owen's proposal as expected, "These checkpoints I can't stop my footsteps, I must get the Philosopher's Stone for my master tonight no matter what!"

"It seems that I have to go into the water." Owen nodded noncommittally, looking down at the deep black lake, "It's not easy to find the door to the next level in the water."

"Show me the way." He whispered a spell, and then watched his wand turn in his hand, pointing obliquely in a direction in the water, "Huh? It seems that the door is not difficult to find. But it is not What good news, if the test of this level is not finding the way, it is the danger on the way."

"Then I'll set off right away." Owen said with a faint smile, "Wish us good luck." As he spoke, he recited a bubble head spell to himself, and prepared to jump into the water.

"Wait." Quirrell, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said with a bad face.He swung his wand vigorously, and a bunch of silver ropes appeared out of thin air, tied around the waists of Owen and himself, connecting the two people not far or near, and squeezed out a reluctant ugly smile: " Prevent getting lost."

But the way he stared at Owen seemed to hope that he would die under the water quickly... If it wasn't for the master's order, he wouldn't be bothered to protect him.

Quirrell couldn't figure out why the Dark Lord always showed extraordinary appreciation and even... concern for this little wizard who had disobeyed him many times.Is it just because of the other party's talent and background, and a little credit?Obviously he paid more for his master!It's really... enviable, jealous and hateful.

"Follow me, don't get in the way in the water, or you will know the consequences." Quirrell warned, his eyes full of impatience and distrust.

"I'm not crazy, you can rest assured." Owen raised his eyebrows, this guy seemed to have misunderstood him.He didn't care much and pulled off the rope tied around his body, smiling softly.

Then Quirrell looked at him more vigilantly, and even tightened the wand in his hand.

Owen: Hey, your reaction made me look like a pervert...

The two stopped talking nonsense and jumped into the water directly.The pitch-black lake is icy cold, and there is not a shred of light in the water.

Owen put the Black Demon Guard on his body, allowing its own coldness to neutralize the coldness of the lake, so he didn't feel cold in the water.He let the black demon guard swim with his body in the lake. This guy can not only fly in the sky, but also swim in the water.

Quirrell in front of him suddenly released a bright light, which actually illuminated the pitch-black lake, allowing Owen to barely see the scene under the lake.This small lake was not big, and there were dense aquatic plants growing underneath, and it was swaying and sweeping towards the two of them.

"I finally dyed the lake black, and it was cracked just like that." Owen squinted at the surroundings with the soft light, "Magic that I have never seen before... I still don't know enough."

He swung his wand, cutting off the aquatic plants around him that were trying to engulf his body, or swung them aside.With a clear view of the underwater scene, many of the small traps Owen had set up were useless, so he could only follow Quirrell around the area with dense aquatic plants, and soon came to the door.

It was a square door vertically attached to the black stone wall. There was no door lock, only a curved door handle.There are wildly dancing water plants all over the door, swaying like endlessly entangled water snakes.

"A Thousand Blades." Owen calmly opened the road with a spell, cut off bunches of water plants, and approached the door.

He gestured "please" to Quirrell, watched him touch the doorknob cautiously, and then twisted it.

puff--

Amidst a sudden muffled sound, a silver dagger popped out of the ordinary-looking door. The back end of the dagger was connected to a spring frame, pushed by the force of the spring, and savaged with lightning speed. Stabbed hard at Quirrell's forehead.

Blaise's fully automatic face-slapping machine, understand?
The location where the dagger appeared was too unexpected, and it was too fast to be caught off guard.Quirrell didn't even have time to turn his head or cast the spell, watching the dagger close to his eyes in an instant.

At a critical moment, the magic wand in his right hand suddenly swung extremely quickly, and the invisible spell instantly hit the spring frame behind the dagger, smashing it to pieces.The attacking dagger was deflected by the blow, and flew obliquely into the aquatic plants at the bottom of the lake, where it could no longer be seen.

Quirrell opened his eyes, and the expression on his face became cold and indifferent, with deep disappointment and impatience.Apparently, he was Voldemort now.

At this time, the front door burst open, and the water pressure pushed Owen, who was not too far away, toward the door.Voldemort, who was hovering indifferently by the door, was not affected at all, and turned his body to let him out of the way gracefully, watching Owen plunge into the door with a half-smile.

Owen fell into a boxy empty room with the pouring water column, and black water gushed into the room, quickly covering the ground and submerging up to his ankles.He just got up and recited a cleansing mantra to himself, when he watched another figure float in leisurely along the door, his body was clean.

"Professor." Owen put his hand on his chest and bowed gracefully and respectfully.

"It seems that even the weak Dumbledore knows how to deal ruthlessly when guarding important objects." Voldemort just glanced at him and whispered thoughtfully.He raised his still painful hand to take a look, then played with his wand indifferently, and walked slowly towards the door on the other side.

Well, this guy is not afraid of pain at all.

Owen followed silently, the smile on his face deepening.

The plan... went well!
(End of this chapter)