The Druid Master of Hogwarts

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"A good dog indeed."

Dumbledore didn't know the complicated feelings in Quirrell's heart at this time, he echoed with a smile, stepped forward and opened the trapdoor on the ground, beckoned to Quirrell and said, "Come on, Quirinus."

After saying that, he jumped down.

Quirrell glanced at Hagrid, who was still playing with the three-headed dog. Hagrid noticed his gaze, waved his hand, and said, "I'm here with Lu Wei, so I won't follow, and..."

Hagrid pointed to the opened trapdoor and said with a smile, "That hole was a little crowded for me too."

Quirrell saw it too, nodded to him, and jumped into the pitch-black hole.

The cold, moist air whizzed past Quirrell's ear, and he unhurriedly cast a Levitation Charm on himself, and the speed of his fall immediately slowed down.

Only then did he have time to look down.

A white light had already lit up below the bottomless cave, which should be the illumination technique used by Dumbledore.

After slowly falling to the bottom, Quirrell stepped on a soft mass.

With the light cast by Dumbledore, he found a thick layer of vines under his feet.

Upon sensing Quirrell's presence, the plant stretched out snake-like tendrils and wrapped around his ankle.

Quirrell quickly jumped aside, dodging the vines.

"Magic-Magic-Devil Web."

As a Ravenclaw, Quirrell easily recognized the plant beneath his feet.

"Yes, Devil's Web, this is provided by Pomona. It's interesting, isn't it?"

Quirrell nodded, but he was quite disdainful in his heart. The weakness of the Devil's Web was too obvious. As long as he understood its characteristics, even a first-year wizard could easily deal with it.

However, Pomona Sprout was only a herbalist professor, and she was a Hufflepuff who had no talent, so she could only use this kind of unreliable means.

Quirrell thought contemptuously in his heart,

He still had that stubborn expression on his face.

The two continued to move forward, down a stone corridor, and came to a brightly lit room, where countless keys with wings flew around.

"This is the line of defense that Filius and Rolanda have built together."

Dumbledore took Quirrell through the fluttering keys to a heavy wooden door, and he waved at the group of keys above his head, a large silver key with sky blue wings that automatically into the hands of Dumbledore.

Opening the wooden door with the key in his hand, Dumbledore led Quirrell to the next room.

Quirrell frowned. He had just seen the broomstick in the corner.

If it was said that the Devil's Web that Professor Sprout prepared before was because of her incompetence, these magic keys showed Professor Flitwick's level, but why did they prepare broomsticks in the room?

Just to show that Ms. Hooch also contributed to this room?

Confused, Quirrell followed Dumbledore across the wooden door and into the second room.

As soon as they entered the room, the originally dark room was immediately lit up, and a huge chessboard was displayed in front of the two of them.

"Minerva's Transfiguration is amazing no matter how many times I see it."

Dumbledore shook his head, then turned to look at Quirrell, "How is it? Quirinus, are you interested in a game of chess?"

"No-no, it's still more important than magic-magic-magic."

"……Too."

Dumbledore nodded and said lightly, then he took out his wand, his lips moved slightly, Quirrell straightened his ears and couldn't hear what he was saying, but the black and white pieces on the chessboard immediately let him go. to both sides.

Passing through this huge chessboard in the middle, Dumbledore pushed open the second door and came to an empty room.

"This room will be handed over to you, Quirinus, and you will see how it will be arranged."

Quirrell looked around and saw that there was a door on the opposite wall. He pondered for a while, then stammered to Dumbledore: "Excuse me—excuse me—frankly—frankly, the level ahead seems to be There-yes-yes…”

"A little play?"

Dumbledore smiled and took over, Quirrell nodded.

"Yes, this is actually what I told them to do on purpose," Dumbledore explained. "The main thing is to prevent that little guy Fishh from convincing Lu Wei one day to run down secretly, and the previous levels are all It was used to make him retreat, and according to Hagrid, Lu Wei is not without weaknesses, in case other students accidentally break in, the level ahead will be enough to stop them."

【Humph! That's exactly what Dumbledore would do. 】

Voldemort's voice suddenly echoed in Quirrell's mind, and he sneered.

【This hypocritical old thing! 】

Quirrell, who was still skeptical about this place, was relieved when his master said that. He really didn't want to find the location of the Philosopher's Stone again. God knows what else will happen to him.

"The real means of defending against thieves are actually only Lu Wei, Severus and me," Dumbledore smiled, "Of course, and you, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you probably won't let me Disappointed, Quirinus."

"When - when - of course, here is - just - leave it to me!"

Professor Quirrell quickly patted his chest and replied, although he didn't know what the level Snape and Dumbledore had prepared, Quirrell was not too worried.

After all, behind his head, there is still the greatest Dark Lord in history, no matter what magic trap, it is impossible to stop his master.

Quirrell, completely bewitched, had confidence in Voldemort, and seemed to have completely forgotten about the fact that he was beaten in the head by an eleven-year-old Animagus a week earlier.

"So, what level are you preparing for?" Dumbledore's voice woke Quirrell, he pushed down the door and made room for Quirrell, "Hurry up and set up, let's leave, I still want to Take a good bath before bed."

"Good-good."

Quirrell took out a small jar about twelve inches from his robe, and poured out a small figure from it. Following that, Quirrell took out his wand and cast a swelling spell on the little man.

"Get bigger fast!"

The little man instantly swelled into a figure even bigger than Hagrid, but he was in a coma at the moment, and he had been lying on the ground motionless since Quirrell poured him out.

"Oh... troll..."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand to cover his crooked nose and said in a gruff voice.

When Quirrell brought the troll back to its original size, a disgusting stench spread with it, much worse than the smell of Quirrell's own hand.

"Yes-yes-yes, in my class-class-class, the trolls are useful-used-used, and I-I'm-just-just-prepared for two-two."

Quirrell explained stumblingly, and exited the room with Dumbledore.

After closing the door to isolate the stink from the troll, the two returned along the same path.

However, when they were about to return to the ground, they encountered a small problem - the trapdoor was closed at some point, and Dumbledore tried to push it twice, but it didn't move.

"Hagrid! Are you up there?"

Dumbledore asked loudly, knocking on the trapdoor.

Then Quirrell heard a voice from above that he hated so much—

"Even the bad old man can go down, why can't I!"?(●ΦДΦ●)?

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