Neville Longbottom found out about their plans and tried to stop them, only to be knocked to the ground by Harry and Ron awkwardly tied him up with a curtain, wasting a considerable amount of time.

When they arrived at the door of that room, Ye Ting had been waiting with Hermione and Zhang Qiu for a long time.

They opened the door to the room, and a deep yawn sounded immediately in their ears.Although the big dog couldn't see them, all three of its noses twitched and sniffed wildly toward them.

"What's that at its feet?" Hermione asked softly.

"It looks like a harp," said Ron. "It must have been Snape's. Who of you can play a harp."

Everyone looked at each other, who would play this?

In the end, Ye Ting had to come forward. There was an old harp in the Wu's orphanage. When he was still in the orphanage, he was bored and taught himself for a while.

He held the harp in his arms and played it gracefully. The sound of the harp was pleasant and had a long aftertaste. Everyone else showed expressions of enjoyment. Hermione and Zhang Qiu even looked at him with light in their eyes.

After the flowing music ended, Ye Ting put down his harp and bowed to them.

"Girl with flaxen hair, thank you."

The four of them applauded involuntarily.

For Louville, however, this beautiful piece of music was another matter.

When Ye Ting just played the first note, Big Dog's eyes began to droop down.

As the song ended, the big dog's barking stopped - it wobbled a few times, knelt down as soon as its knees softened, and then Botong fell to the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

So they all went around the big dog and came to the trapdoor.

Chapter 0073 The level under the trapdoor

Open the trapdoor, and there is darkness below, and there is no ladder to go down.

Ye Ting walked first, he jumped down nimbly and landed on something soft.

"No problem!" he shouted at the hole, which now looked like a postage stamp-sized spot of light. "It's a soft landing, you can jump! I'll pick you up."

That's right, but when Harry and Ron jumped off, Ye Ting just gave them a hand, and when Hermione and Zhang Qiu jumped off, he just caught them in a princess hug. Make them blushing.

And Ron and Harry had to secretly slander Ye Ting over his friends.

"What kind of thing is this?" Ron asked, feeling the strange softness of the ground.

"I don't know, it seems to be a plant. It is probably laid here to reduce the collision when falling." Zhang Qiu touched the ground curiously and replied.

"Honestly, it's good to have this bunch of plants here," said Ron.

"Fortunately what!" Hermione screamed, "Look at you guys!"

She jumped up, struggling to move towards a damp wall.

She struggled because the plants on the ground moved and wrapped around her legs.

Worst of all was Ron, and that thing stretched out snake-like tendrils, wrapped around his ankles, and hung him upside down.

Others were also unknowingly entangled in their legs by long vines.

"It's the Devil's Web!" Hermione screamed and struggled. "The Devil's Web, the Devil's Web... What did Professor Sprout say? Said it likes the dark and damp—"

Before she could remember what Devil Net was afraid of, Ye Ting took action.

"Burning flames!"

A huge wave of fire sprayed out from the tip of the "Spell Weaver", and all the places swept by the fire wave, the devil's vines were burnt out, and those entangled in the little wizards were also due to the high temperature nearby. Bright and automatic retreat.

"Seriously, Hermione." Ye Ting stopped the flame spell and turned to her: "In fact, your knowledge is profound enough, but you are still too nervous when faced with emergencies, so you think about everything. If you don't get up, I suggest you practice magic duels."

"Okay, I will..." Hermione bowed her head in shame. This time, she clearly could think of a solution, but she was too panicked and got stuck.

So, they continued to walk forward, and there seemed to be a gentle rustling and tinkling in front of them.

At the end of the hallway is a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling.Countless little birds, as dazzling as gems, were flying around the room with their wings flapping.

There was a heavy wooden door across the room.

Ron feared that the "little birds" would attack them as they passed through the room, but when he gathered up his courage and rushed across the room, he was safe.

He came to the door unscathed, pulled the handle, and the door was locked.

"These birds... they can't be just for decoration," said Hermione. "They're keys! Winged keys - look carefully. Apparently that means..."

They saw several brooms in the corner of the room.

Among them, Ye Ting, Harry and Zhang Qiu were the best at flying brooms. They each rode a broom and searched among the birds.

But there are too many keys, and it is a huge problem to find the one that can open the door from so many keys.

"No!" Zhang Qiu was the first to give up his search. "That's not right. We can't find the right one from so many keys. It's impossible for Dumbledore to design a level that can't be completed at all. Otherwise, they won't be able to enter by themselves. There must be other ideas."

His words reminded Ye Ting, so he also returned to the ground and drew out his wand.

"Fly the key!"

Sure enough, among the flying keys, a silver-white, antique key flew out and was caught by Ye Ting.

It was still thinking about struggling, but Ye Ting's strength made it immobile.

He tucked it into the keyhole and gave it a hard twist—yes, it was it.

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