Chapter 143 Through the Trapdoor

The wand was waved lightly, and the wooden door made a creaking sound.

Behind the wooden door, low-pitched barks immediately sounded in their ears. Although the big dog couldn't see them, all three of its noses were twitching and sniffing frantically towards them.

Anton turned his head to look at Quirrell.

Quirrell twisted his face, and stretched his hand into the wizard's robe, where a 'No Trace Stretching Curse' was temporarily extended, and a harp was placed.

But well.

hey-hey.

Quirrell put his hand down, chuckled, jokingly, "Master told you to take me to the mirror!"

Oh, please allow him to watch the joke for a while.

Or, maybe Anton will be torn apart by that big dog!

No one but Hagrid knew how to get past the big dog and get under the trapdoor under his ass.

Not to mention me, even Snape, who was so powerful, still couldn't do anything about it.

Hey hey hey~

Anton pursed his lips, turned and walked in.

A hot, smelly breath rushed towards the face, and the huge three-headed dog was bigger than before.

Anton stood up straight, but did not reach under the big dog's chin.

It was as huge as a washing machine's head, enough to swallow the little wizard in one gulp.

Or be torn apart by those thick and sharp canine teeth.

Gululu~

The three heads of the big dog stared at Anton viciously. It remembered that the little wizard kicked him in the stomach.

It lowered its body slowly, stretched its thick dog-leg muscles, and rushed up.

"Haha." Quirrell didn't know what to think of, and laughed out of joy.

Anton looked back at the guy helplessly.

Voldemort found such a guy, he almost fell into the bottom of the abyss.

Tut tut.

He turned his body around slowly, and quickly became bigger, countless wolf fur grew out quickly, and the thick and muscular left arm very quickly and gently slapped the dog's head.

Boom!

A huge boom.

The big dog was pinned viciously to the ground, its left and right heads frantically biting the werewolf's arms, but it couldn't even bite through the wolf's fur.

The werewolf raised his right hand again, raised it high, and stretched his huge werewolf palm.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Two slaps down, completely quiet.

"Gulu." Quirrell swallowed, stared blankly at the three-headed dog, and then looked at the place where his wizard robe was set with the "Untraceable Stretching Curse".

I……

In order to deal with this dog, I spent all my savings to buy that dragon egg, and tried every means to get Hagrid into it.

Do you know how much Hagrid can drink? Do you know how much it cost me to get Hagrid drunk?

With his big mouth, every sip he drank was all my life savings!

I haven't had time to get the harp out yet!

I haven't taken it out yet~~~

That's it!

This is the end?

oh~

Everything has become dull.

He hated it and nodded the three-headed dog, trembling his lips, almost crying.

Wronged.

Too wronged~~

"You idiot, why don't you go in quickly, what are you waiting for?" Anton looked at Quirrell coldly, and suddenly raised the three-headed dog.

A hand slipped in front of Quirrell.

Snapped!

With a slap, the head in the middle was also knocked out, and it was thrown into the corner forcefully.

He regained his human form, snapped his fingers, pulled up the trapdoor with a rope, glanced at Quirrell with a sneer, and jumped into the opening under the trapdoor.

Quirrell swallowed and touched his cheek.

I don't know why, just now Anton slapped the dog in front of him, but he felt a burning pain on his face.

That's great!

Seeing the three-headed dog shaking its head and about to get up again, Quirrell rushed to the trapdoor and jumped down.

He didn't notice.

An old and mischievous chuckle echoed in the secret room, and soon, the trapdoor was gently closed again.

...

...

Quirrell jumped handsomely.

Then I was stimulated by the terrifying strong light and burst into tears.

Plop!

Click!

He let out a terrible scream.

"My hand! My hand is broken!"

All that answered him was the hard slate floor pressed against his brow, cold and lifeless.

"Idiot!" In midair, Anton waved his wand to make the glare disappear. After a while, the devil vine moved again, weaving into a huge net in midair.

The second level of the Chamber of Secrets is the devil vine prepared by Professor Sprout.

This terrifying plant has the power to easily crush any wizard or magical animal who dares to come near it.

It is recorded in the original book that a staff member of the Ministry of Magic was crushed to pieces by devil vines.

This kind of plant is even stronger than the three-headed dog. No animal dares to get close to the huge devil vine in the Forbidden Forest Col.

Of course, human beings will always find a way to deal with these powerful and weird animals and plants. The devil vine only needs to be given some sunlight, and it will wither.

This is a class for first graders.

The plants that hurt countless humans and wizards in ancient times can only exist as a cushion now.

Anton slowly fell, looked down at Qi Luo coldly, a little unbelievable, "You have been here before, you know how high it is, and you just jumped down like this?"

"Without any protection?"

If it wasn't for Quirrell twitching in pain now, Gao Low would have to give Anton a few words.

So is this his problem?

Who took the cushion out, don't you have any self-knowledge?

ridicule!

Just mock it!

Why do you think the master asked you to come here?

It is to get the Philosopher's Stone, and it will be resurrected directly on you!

idiot!

"Stupid!" Anton sneered, turned and walked towards a stone corridor not far away.

Quirrell's eyes were so wide that he almost popped his eyeballs out, I...you...I...

He struggled to pull out his wand and cast a 'heal as ever' spell on himself, and his arm instantly became normal.

But this is only the appearance, he can feel the heart-wrenching pain of the cracked bones, he can feel the itching of the blood vessels being violently connected, washing the fracture, itching so much that he wants to break his arm again immediately.

hiss~

He took a breath, held his left hand, and staggered to follow.

wait!

Anthony, you wait for me!

The stone corridor extends downwards at a slant. The water drops slowly drip along the wall and flow down along the ground. After rolling for a long time, it seeps into the gaps in the stones.

Dark, damp, and cold.

The rustling of wings and the clanging of metal impacts echoed in the stone corridor.

Anton stopped at the end of the stone corridor, frowning and staring at the countless flying keys in the stone hall, the keys with wings.

And this kind of wings is the same style as the Snitch.

"Why don't you leave?" Quirrell urged, "This level is very simple, do you see that there are many broomsticks in the corner, grab one, fly into the sky, grab the right one, open the door, and that's it. "

"Silver, larger than normal keys, easy to identify."

Anton ignored his nagging, waved his wand and tapped a stone on the ground.

The stone quickly deformed, and quickly transformed into a puppet that looked like Anton.

The puppet walks through countless keys and gently grabs a broomstick.

"Oh, don't come if you're so afraid of death." Quirrell continued to mock.

The broom takes off.

Sudden!

These keys seem to be crazy, flying fast, extremely fast, as fast as the golden snitch.

In mid-air, it was like a huge swarm of bees, circling quickly and hitting the puppet in an instant.

boom!

Countless stone dust flew.

The broomstick floated gently back to the corner unscathed.

"Thousands of bullets!" Anton said softly the name of the spell, with a serious expression on his face.