Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

After successfully eliminating the poisonous snake tail of the three-headed dog Luwei, there will be no obstacles in front of them.

Clark even released a fluorescent flash again to confirm that the big guy was stunned by the mandrake.

"bring it on."

He took the wand in his hand and led the way to the side of the three-headed dog. He was so close that he could even feel its hot, stinky breath.

"Wingadim-Leviosa!"

Clark cast a Levitation Charm, trying to move the dog's leg against the trapdoor. However, after chanting a spell, the thick dog leg remained motionless.

Well, like its ancestor, this guy doesn't seem to have low magic resistance.

Clark could only use a clumsy method, wrapping the activation rope in his hand around Lu Wei's neck, and then tied it to its forelimb. Using the property that the magic rope can be stretched at will, he made a simple crane, The dogleg that was pressing on the trapdoor lifted and pushed open.

"I think we can pull the door open now,"

Clark bent down and pulled the door knocker, then lifted it up hard, and the door swung open.

"What's down there?" Hermione asked nervously.

"It's pitch black below," Clark glanced down. "It's bottomless, and there are no steps. It looks like we have to jump down."

"That's too dangerous. Maybe there's a trap down there, such as a sharp spear or something." Hermione remembered an adventure movie she had seen.

"I don't think so, but to be on the safe side, let me go first."

Clark glanced down again. According to the original plot, there should be only a layer of devil's net laid by Professor Sprout. However, after what happened just now, he didn't dare to fully believe in the original work anymore.

Harry, who was playing the flute at this moment, waved to him, attracting his attention, and then pointed to himself.

"You want to be the first to go down?" Clark immediately understood what he meant, then shook his head and rejected him, "No, the job of finding the way ahead is not as simple as you think."

After speaking, without waiting for Harry to continue to fight, he wrapped one end of the activation rope around his waist, and then tied the other end to the hinge of the trapdoor.

The whole person is like an agent in a movie, kicking against the wall with his feet, and falling down bit by bit.

Fortunately, the surrounding stone walls are rough.

Clark had learned some rock-climbing skills before, and the descent went smoothly.

There were gusts of wet, cold air hitting him from below, and he just kept falling, falling.

Then, Clark's feet were empty, and the whole person fell out of the passage, hanging in the air.

Is this the end?

The hole above his head had turned into a spot of light the size of a postage stamp. Clark looked down, and the surrounding was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

"Are you okay, Clark." Hermione called from above.

"Fortunately, I'm fine."

Clark's dark golden pupils dilated to receive more light, adapting to the dark environment.

At the same time, a strange bright black halo also flickered on his eyes, providing him with another perspective. This is the new [weak night vision] feedback he got from this pet after he made a contract with the little dragon Nobeta.

It's just that even after exhausting the means like this, there is still pitch black under him, but at least there are different shades and depths in the black.

It can be vaguely seen that it is a black line that is stretching and winding.

Devil's net?

Clark remembered the magical plant in the original book, but it was different from the one he saw in herbal medicine class. On the pile of vines in front of him, Clark clearly smelled black magic.

This feeling is very familiar, like...Jomengard's touch!

Yes, that's the feeling.

This guy, Qi Luo, used black magic to magically transform a magical plant in a very short period of time, endowing it with a bit of black magic characteristics.

Hell, is there really a so-called aura of the protagonist in this world? Otherwise, why in the original book, the three of Harry faced Quirrell like a second fool, let them follow behind, and cleared the level smoothly to the end.

But what he has to face now is the enhanced trap left by the insidious and cunning Ravenclaw top student with an online IQ.

His mother's seems to be in veteran mode!

Clark complained in his heart, but fortunately, now that he has noticed Quirrell's backhand, he only needs to think in reverse to guess what kind of trap he has set.

"Come down," Clark controlled the activation rope and lowered himself, feeling the soft texture under his feet, and shouted towards the hole above his head, "There are some kind of plants on the ground below, you can jump at ease, one by one!"

Ron jumped down first, just a dog eating shit, lying on the ground.

With the help of [weak night vision], Clark pulled him aside to avoid being hit later. Then came Hermione in second, and Harry last.

When the overhead flute stopped, the three-headed dog barked loudly again, but Harry had already come down, right in front of them.

"What's this?" Harry asked as he groped under him as soon as he landed.

"I don't know, it seems to be some kind of vine, probably laid here to prevent injuries from falling." Ron, who came down one step ahead of him, guessed.

No sooner had he finished than Hermione screamed "Ah!", startling both him and Harry.

"what's wrong?"

"You two, this thing is alive and it's catching me."

It turned out that after she fell, she didn't feel it at first, but after standing for a while, she felt something like a snake wrapped around her ankle, and it was also running along her calf, trying to continue climbing up and reaching into her body. In the robe.

Girls are often more alert than boys to this kind of thing, so she quickly noticed something was wrong.

And Harry and Ron, the two big boys, had already been entangled in the legs by the vine without knowing it.

Hermione screamed and jumped and stamped her feet, struggling to escape the entanglement of these vines.

At the same time, she was still wondering why Clark was the first to come down, so why didn't she remind them? Could it be that she didn't notice it?

Just as this thought came to her, Clark, who was standing aside, reached out and grabbed her.

"Relax, it's the devil's net. Remember what you learned in herbal medicine class? The more you struggle, the faster and tighter it will wind up." Clark comforted her softly.

When Hermione heard this, she immediately stopped struggling, and stood there quietly, and the vines on her body that were getting tighter and tighter naturally relaxed.

But Ron and Harry on the side were not so lucky. In their desperation, they didn't bother to listen to Clark. Naturally, they struggled so hard that the devil's net had already climbed onto their chests.