Everyday Players at Hogwarts

It was 5 o'clock, Harry and the other two stood in front of the corridor, under the invisibility cloak, they looked at each other.

The door had opened a crack.

"It shouldn't be, this is not the time in my dream."

"Could it be that Quirrell didn't succeed, he failed, and then at night Voldemort's collaborator, the mysterious silver-eyed wizard, came to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Quirrel's failure is likely that Voldemort did not have Quirrell to avoid Dumbledore's sudden attack!" Harry whispered to Ron and Draco.

Seeing the half-open door, the three of them already understood that someone had passed through Fluffy.

Harry said to Draco and Ron under the invisibility cloak: "Draco, go find Hagrid first and ask him to write a letter to Dumbledore. Ron, if you want to leave, I won't blame you, you can go to Professor Snape and say I'm in danger."

"Well, maybe Dumbledore just pretended to leave and waited for him." Draco made a joke to reduce the tense atmosphere.

Ron was panting, "Don't think about leaving us."

"The three of us must be together!" Draco emphasized.

"Don't you understand? If Quirrell gets the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort will come back! Haven't you heard what happened here when he wanted to dominate the world? If he succeeds, Hogwarts will not exist!"

"I don't want to leave you, I want you to find help, Hagrid, Snape or Dumbledore will do!"

"If it's just the three of us, if we fail, not only will we lose our lives, but our families' lives will also be lost because of our failure!"

"After this, he will raze the school to the ground, or turn it into a school dedicated to teaching dark magic! Can't you see why I want you to leave?" Harry glared at them angrily.

"We don't need to go there in person to report the news. Why do you think I spent so much time just now to check if Quirrell is still there?"

"I wrote a letter by the way and made three copies. I have told Goyle and Crabbe that if I don't go back within an hour, they should go find Hagrid and give the letter I wrote in advance to Hagrid, and give the other two to our dean and Dumbledore by owl!" Draco said shrewdly.

"Draco is really good." Ron couldn't help but call out his name. Draco was obviously not used to it and shuddered. "You should call me Malfoy, Weasley."

Harry had no excuse to let them leave now.

As Harry pushed open the door, Fluffy, who had been listening to the conversation between Harry and the other two, suddenly barked wildly.

Although it couldn't see them, its three noses were twitching and sniffing wildly towards them.

But Harry had prepared everything long ago. He took out the flute that he had cast a spell on, and the flute kept automatically playing something that could barely be called music.

The big dog's eyes began to droop.

Slowly, the barking of the big dog stopped - it staggered a few times, knelt down with weak knees, and then fell to the floor and fell asleep.

"Look, there is a harp there, it must be Quirrell or someone else."

"If it was Hagrid or Dumbledore, they wouldn't be able to use it." Ron's face became serious.

"Did you notice that we were talking so loudly outside just now, but Fluffy didn't react at all."

"And, Fluffy shouted for so long, why didn't anyone come outside? It's always quiet when I pass by the fourth floor during class on weekdays."

"There must be some soundproofing magic here." Draco guessed as he followed Harry and Ron towards the trapdoor.

"It stinks, why doesn't Fluffy wash up." Ron held his nose and opened the trapdoor. They had already taken off their invisibility cloaks.

"There's nothing to see inside - it's pitch black - and there's no ladder to go down."

"It seems that we have no choice but to jump." Harry said, looking at the dark passage. "I'll go first. I know the Obstacles. It works wonders when jumping from a high altitude."

"I'll use the Levitation Charm when I get down there." Harry thought of a way to break the situation in a short moment.

He thought of turning the ground below into a haystack, but this would be to apply magic to the outside world. If the object applied was not an ordinary ground, it would be useless.

This made Harry reject this idea and instead use the Obstacles curse. After knowing that Ryan could fly, he thought of related spells and finally saw a different use of this curse in Atlantis.

Ron and Draco nodded, both of them showing admiration.

"Obstacles!" This spell is mainly to slow down the object of the spell, both the spell and the object.

At this time, Harry imagined the air below as an enemy.

It went smoothly. Harry fell slowly like he was in a fluid and soon touched the ground.

It was summer, but the air around him was still very cold and humid, and the ground was very soft. He seemed to be standing on some kind of plant.

This was Professor Sprout's defense!

It needed to grow in a cold and humid environment, in a dark environment, and it was in the shape of a vine - a devil's snare!

No, it shouldn't be that simple. Could it be that this plant has been modified!

In such a dark environment, wizards would use spells like fluorescent flickering. At that time, this plant would entangle, strangle or trap wizards who broke in without permission according to the light?

"You jump first, it's a soft landing." As soon as Harry finished speaking, Draco and Ron also jumped down.

"Oh no, the Devil's Snare is really invisible. I didn't feel anything, and my legs were entangled." Harry said bitterly.

"Devil's Snare? Even I know it's afraid of sunlight, and flames are better." Ron's ankles were also entangled at this time.

"Weasley, you idiot, it must not be that simple, it must be-" Draco closed his mouth halfway through his words.

The scene in front of him stunned him and Harry. Ron conjured the blue bellflower-like flame that Harry used to warm his hands before.

In just a few seconds, the vines loosened their entanglement.

It retreated to avoid light and warmth, the plant twisted, twitched, and shrank to hide in the corner.

"What are you sure about?" Ron maintained the flame.

"Nothing, maybe the previous Quirrell has broken the transformation." Harry comforted himself, he didn't believe it was really that simple.

If it was true, wouldn't his struggle just be the same as Ron's (idiot) one?

"I didn't expect that Professor Sprout's defense was just what we talked about in the first grade class." Draco wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

"Yeah, luckily I attended the class." Ron said proudly without hearing the hidden meaning.

Harry and Draco looked at each other and decided to let Ron be happy first, as this kind of mood would be more conducive to the next level.