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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, Quilinus."

    After speaking, 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 is a little bit crowded for me, too."

    Seeing the same thing, Quirrell nodded to him, and then jumped into the dark hole.

    The cold, damp air whizzed past Quirrell's ears, and he unhurriedly cast a levitation spell on himself, and the speed of falling immediately slowed down.

    At this time, he had time to look down.

    At this time, a ball of white light lit up under the bottomless cave, which should be the lighting 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.

    After sensing Quirrell's presence, the plant stretched out snake-like tendrils and wrapped them around his ankles.

    Quirrell quickly jumped aside, avoiding the vines.

    "Devil-devil-devil's net."

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

    "Yes, Devil's Web, it's from Pomona, interesting isn't it?"

    Quirrell nodded, but he was quite disdainful in his heart. The weakness of Devil's Net is too obvious. As long as he understands its characteristics, even a little wizard in the first grade can easily deal with it.

    However, Pomona Sprout is only a professor of herbalism, and she is also a Hufflepuff with no talent, so she probably can only use this kind of non-public means.

    Quirrell thought contemptuously in his heart, but still had that submissive expression on his face.

    The two continued to move forward, going down a stone corridor, and came to a brightly lit room. Countless keys with wings flew around in this room.

    "This is the line of defense jointly built by Felius and Rolanda."

    Dumbledore led Quirrell through these flying keys, and came to a heavy wooden door, and then he waved to the group of keys above his head, a large silver key with sky blue wings automatically  fell into the hands of Dumbledore.

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

    Quirrell frowned, he had just seen the broomstick in the corner.

    If it is said that the devil's net prepared by Professor Sprout was due to her lack of ability, these magic keys show the level of Professor Flitwick, but why did they specially prepare broomsticks in the room?

    Just to show that Ms. Huo Qi also contributed to this room?

    Puzzled, 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 them.

    "No matter how many times I see Minerva's transfiguration, it's always amazing."

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

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

    "¡­¡­Too."

    Dumbledore nodded, and said lightly, then he took out his wand, his lips moved slightly, Quirrell pricked up his ears but couldn't hear what he read, but the black and white pieces on the chessboard immediately gave way.  to the sides.

    Passing through the huge chessboard from the middle, Dumbledore pushed open the second door and came into an empty room.

    "I'll leave this room to you, Quilinas, let's see how to arrange it."

    Quirrell looked around and saw that there was another door on the opposite wall. He pondered for a while, then stammered and said to Dumbledore: "Forgive me¡ªforgive me¡ªspeaking bluntly.  There is¡ªis¡ªis¡­¡±

    "A little bit of a joke?"

    Dumbledore took over the conversation with a smile, and Quirrell nodded.

    "Yes, I actually ordered them to do this on purpose,"Dumbledore explained: "The most important thing is to prevent the little guy Fish from convincing Lu Wei one day and sneaking down.  In other words, Lu Wei is not without weaknesses. In case other students intrude inadvertently, the barriers ahead are enough to stop them.  "

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

    Originally, Quirrell, who had doubts about this place, was relieved when he heard what his master said. He really didn't want to look for the location of the Philosopher's Stone again. God knows what situation he will encounter then.

    "The only way to really defend against thieves is Lu Wei, Severus and me," Dumbledore smiled, "Of course, and you, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I think you won't let me  Be disappointed, Quilinus."

    "Dang-dang-of course, here is-just-just leave it to me!"

    Professor Quirrell quickly patted his chest and replied, although he still doesn't know what level Snape and Dumbledore are preparing for, but Quirrell is not too worried.

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

    Quirrell, who has been completely bewitched, is full of confidence in Voldemort, and seems to have completely forgotten that he was beaten up by an eleven-year-old Animagus a week ago.

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

    "Okay-ok."

    Quirrell took out a small jar about twelve inches from his robe, and poured out a small figure from it. Immediately afterwards, Quirrell took out his wand and cast an expansion spell on the little figure.

    "Grow bigger quickly!"

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

    "Oh troll"

    Dumbledore covered his crooked nose with his hand, and said in a low voice.

    When Quirrell restored the troll to its original size, a disgusting stench spread, which was much worse than the smell of Quirrell's own hand.

    "Yes-yes-yes, in my class-lesson-lesson, the troll is useful-used-used, and I-I am-is-is-preparing two-two ends."

    Quirrell explained stammeringly, and exited the room with Dumbledore.

    After closing the door to isolate the smell of the troll inside, the two returned along the same path.

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

    "Hagrid! Are you up there?"

    Dumbledore knocked on the trapdoor and asked loudly.

    Then Quirrell heard a voice from above that made him hate it¡ª¡ª

    "Even a bad old man can go down, why can't I!"? (¡ñ¦µ§¥¦µ¡ñ)?

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