Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"You two idiots, stop moving!"

Seeing that the two idiots were about to be strangled to death, Hermione yelled at them.

"Then you two are very smart. Now that you know what it's called, get rid of it quickly." Ron uttered words of praise while leaning back as hard as he could to avoid being wrapped around his neck by the devil's net.

However, he and Harry didn't dare to struggle violently anymore, but this only eased the force of the devil's net.

"Devil's net, devil's net...let me think..." Hermione recalled anxiously.

Fortunately, Clark gave the answer directly.

"Professor Sprout once said that the devil's net is a variant of the devil's vine, and it also inherits the habit of the devil's vine. It likes shade and humidity, and even further, it is very sensitive to flames and light."

"Then burn it quickly!" Harry couldn't help shouting when he heard this, he was already so entangled in the vine that he couldn't breathe.

"Oh, yes, you can use fire and light!" Hermione immediately took out her wand, ready to cast magic to drive away these nasty things, but Clark stopped her again.

"Wait a minute, have you forgotten the situation when you entered the door just now? These devil's nets have been tampered with by 'Snape', and I can feel the breath of black magic on them."

As he spoke, he took out a stick, bent and rubbed it vigorously twice, then threw it away from a distance, "Look!"

With a soft "click", a light blue fluorescent light lit up in the corner of the wall not far away, vaguely illuminating the surrounding situation.

Immediately afterwards, the devil's net under the feet of several people seemed to be crazy, and began to twist and stretch, and rushed towards the light blue fluorescent stick one after another, quickly entangled it tightly, and it was getting tighter and tighter tight.

"This?!"

Seeing such a scene, Hermione swallowed in fear. Fortunately, Clark stopped him just now. Otherwise, when she released the spell, she would be drowned by these crazy devil's nets immediately.

"If I'm not mistaken, these devil's webs have been made more aggressive by the black magic polymorph.

The original devil's net hated light and temperature, but that would only dodge them, but now they have gone a step further and started to be hostile to these things.

If you get down without knowing it, fall into such a devil's net, and rely on your original experience to cast flashing spells or summon flames, you will suffer a big loss immediately. "

Clark looked at the horrific sight,

Side explained.

"Then what should we do?" Hermione couldn't think of a way for a while, looking at Harry and Ron who were about to be strangled to death, she was on the verge of crying.

"Don't worry, since it likes light, let's give it more. Later, I will throw the light sticks around to draw these devil's nets away, and then we will take the opportunity to escape, remember?"

After Clark finished speaking, without waiting for Harry and the others to reply, he directly took out a few thick and long sticks from his robe, bent them one by one, and threw them around.

A pale blue light began to bloom, illuminating the entire room, or rather the basement below the castle.

The four little wizards all saw that the exit of the room was right in front of them.

And those devil's nets covering the ground were attracted by these light sources, squirming dark green vines, waving tendrils like devil's minions, and crawling towards the light sticks.

The devil's net that was originally wrapped around Clark and the others was naturally loosened. Harry and Ron finally got rid of the threat of suffocation, followed behind them, and ran towards the exit quickly.

"Fortunately, you listened so carefully in the herbal medicine class," Ron boasted, standing in the corridor of the exit, wiping the sweat off his face, "But Clark, what did you throw out just now? glow?"

"It's a gadget invented by Muggles,"

Clark took out the last fluorescent stick and folded it in front of Ron. As soon as the chemicals in the stick were mixed, it immediately began to emit a faint fluorescent light.

"This is really interesting." Ron looked at this light stick obsessively, and Clark's uncle Arthur, it is a virtue.

"Okay, let's hurry up, we've been here long enough." Hermione reminded them.

In front of the few people is a long stone corridor, which is the road to the next level.

Clark held a fluorescent stick in his hand and walked in the front. The light blue light shone on his face, making him look gloomy.

They walked straight along the corridor, except for the sound of their own footsteps, there was only the sound of water dripping slowly along the wall.

"Tick, tick."

The monotonous voice made people upset. The corridor in front of him went downhill, and he didn't know where it led. Even Clark's own pace was getting faster and faster, but the road in front of him seemed to have no end.

"and many more!"

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Clark, who was at the front, stopped suddenly. Harry didn't notice, and bumped into his back.

"Can you hear anything?" Clark asked quietly.

The three little wizards crowded in the back also followed his example and listened attentively. There seemed to be soft rustling and clanging sounds coming from the front.

"There is indeed something, like some iron thing crawling on the ground..."

"There's a light ahead...we're at the exit."

When they came to the end of the corridor, they poked their heads out quietly. The two barriers in front of them had already frightened them.

But this time, Quirrell, who took the first step, did not set any traps.

In front of you is a brightly lit room with torches on the surrounding walls and a high vaulted ceiling, very similar to the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

On the ground, countless gleaming metal fragments were scattered all over the place, and some fragments even had half wings growing on them. From a distance, they looked like torn apart metal birds struggling on the ground.

Obviously, the sounds that Clark and the others heard just now were made by these things.

The four people came closer and looked carefully, only to realize that the metal in front of them is some kind of iron bird, it is some key fragments with wings.

They looked forward again, and on the opposite side of the room was a thick solid wooden door.

On the brown-red wooden board, the bronze stripes combined to form a huge magic circle, covering the entire portal, giving people an indestructible feeling just by looking at it.

"It seems that among the wreckage of these keys, one of them can open this magic door."

Clark squeezed the bronze handle on the door, and the door didn't budge, it was locked.

Quirrell really didn't leave any traps in this level, and he didn't need to, because this guy directly destroyed the key to pass the level, cutting off Clark's hope of clearing the level from the source.

I may not be a real person, but Quirrell, you are a real dog!

Clark's spirit of complaining was ready to move. At this time, the three of Harry also followed. Several people pushed and pulled, but it still didn't help, as if what they pushed was not a wooden door, but a copper wall.