pappabearbooks Chapter 112: Is this a level that people can come up with?
Chapter 112: Is this a level that people can come up with?
Thinking of this, Lu Wei squatted down slightly.
Quirrell, who was still playing the harp opposite, was overjoyed to see this. He thought Lu Wei was going to lie down and sleep, but he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
As a result, three roars sounded simultaneously in the next second, and three huge dog heads grew larger and larger in Quirrell's field of vision.
What the hell!
what's the situation!
It was only then that Quirrell realized what was wrong.
That posture is not sleeping at all, it is clearly the preparation posture of a beast when it pounces on food!
Fortunately, Chilo is also an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw, so he is not too idiotic.
Seeing this, he rolled to the right regardless of his awkward posture. Although he dodged Lu Wei's attack, his right leg was bitten by Lu Wei's head.
"what!"
A scream sounded on the spot.
"Idiot, use magic!" Voldemort was so angry that he couldn't stand it anymore.
Is this what you said to reassure me?
"Passed out!"
"Burning flames!"
"Passed out!"
Because Quirrell didn't know whether Dumbledore had set a detection spell here.
So I don’t dare to make too much noise, let alone use powerful black magic!
It took a dozen spells to make Lu Wei's three heads fall asleep.
"Master, this is just an accident. The following levels are only difficult for young wizards who have just entered school!" After finishing Lu Wei, Quirrell ignored his injured right leg, which was almost exposed to the bones. Instead, he immediately attacked Voldemort said.
"Then if you don't hurry up, we won't have much time left!" Voldemort said angrily behind Quirrell's head.
"Yes! Yes! The next level is the devil's net set up by Sprout."
"Just a simple flame will do the trick."
Quirrell was afraid that Voldemort would be dissatisfied with him after the three-headed dog's accident, which would affect his status as "below the two" after Voldemort's resurrection in the future, so he hurriedly opened the trap door to find a way to remedy the situation.
"Stop talking nonsense and do it quickly!"
"It's up to me, Master!" After saying that, he picked up the wand with a confident face and pointed it at the bottom of the trap door with a "flame". After using the spell, he didn't forget to mock Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore is really stupid, using this first-year knowledge of herbalism to make levels..."
As a result, before he finished speaking, the flames fell and just touched the devil's net below, as if it had touched some mechanism.
The next second, a flame that was ten times bigger shot up into the sky, directly igniting Quirrell's clothes.
"what!"
The severe burning made Quirrell couldn't help but let out a scream.
"Idiot, that's oil, and the spring is like water!"
"Do you still need me to teach you such a simple magic?" Voldemort's angry voice sounded again behind his head. As the Dark Lord, Voldemort also knew something about the Muggle world.
"A clear spring is like water!" After hearing this, Quirrell quickly endured the pain and used his wand to create a clear spring.
It's just that the flames caused by oil can be extinguished by ordinary water.
After a long time, the flames were finally extinguished, and half of Quirrell's hair was gone. Large areas of his body were burned, exuding a strong burnt aroma.
If Voldemort hadn't secretly used magic to support him, he would have been seriously injured and dying.
"Get down quickly!" In Voldemort's eyes, except for Carl, all the remaining Death Eaters, including Quirrell, were just tools, and they were thrown away as soon as they were used.
There was no intention of leaving Quirrell any time to rest and heal his injuries.
"Yes, my respected master!" Quirrell had no choice but to take out two bottles of "White Fresh Potion" and sprinkle them on his body without caring whether it was useful or not, and then jumped out of the trap door.
After leaving the room in the second level of Devil's Net, the third level is a room with countless golden snitches flying around. Hidden among these golden snitches is a key to the next level.
Originally, this level was very simple for Quirrell. He was also an avid Quidditch enthusiast when he was in school. However, due to extensive burns on his body and muscle atrophy, it took him nearly 10 minutes to get the key.
Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief as he walked towards the door leading to the next level with the key in hand.
Although there was a little accident before, this level is still the same as the previous investigation, and there will definitely be no surprises later.
As I picked up the key and was about to open the door, I was surprised to find that the stone door slab in front of me was straight and smooth!
Smooth to...
There's not even a keyhole!
Looking at the golden key in his hand and the stone door without a keyhole in front of him, Quirrell was momentarily confused.
No, what kind of trouble are you trying to make?
What about the keyhole?
Broken, another accident happened!
Quirrell's heart skipped a beat, and he pushed the stone door gently. It was just a subconscious action, and he didn't have any expectations.
But I didn't expect that the seemingly heavy stone door would be pushed open so gently...
Pushed away?
Pushed away! ! !
The door opened, but Quirrell was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Nima!
It took me almost 10 minutes to finally get the key, but your stone door opened with just one push? ? ?
……
"Continue!" Voldemort's voice behind his head became more and more gloomy.
He felt that the subordinate he was looking for seemed a bit too useless, but he would need Quirrell later, so he temporarily suppressed his anger.
"Yes, Master!" Quirrell also knew that his status with Voldemort could be said to have plummeted, but what could he do?
Who would have thought that the seemingly loyal big man Hagrid would actually speak the truth!
Who would have thought that Devil's Internet would be soaked with oil?
Who would have thought that there is no need for a key to open the stone door?
Can you blame yourself?
But thinking about the next level, Quirrell suddenly regained his confidence.
The students recruited by Ravenclaw are all smart academics, and Quirrell is an outstanding representative among them. A mere game of wizard chess is no problem!
Quirrell tried his best to hold up his chest and let his master see his wisdom, so he walked to the next room.
Then I saw a king, a queen, two castles, two bishops, two knights, eight guardsmen on the opposite side of the chessboard, a total of sixteen giant chess pieces that were eyeing them eagerly!
And on my own side...
A bare king? ? ? ?
What the hell!
What's the matter?
Quirrell was dumbfounded on the spot. Wizard chess can also be played from the endgame. He had never played it when he was in school, but it ended up in such an endgame...
Are you playing chess?
Is this a battle royale?
Or sixteen chasing one?
"Just use magic to destroy the chessboard!" Finally, Voldemort behind his head gave Quirrell a solution!
"Yes, Master!" Quirrell reluctantly picked up the wand.
From the beginning to now, half of his magic power has been used up, and the physical pain has also made his reaction worse than before.
a quarter of an hour later
Quirrell finally resisted the knight's shot with his left hand and at the same time used a "Thunderbolt Explosion" magic to smash the opposite king into pieces.
After winning the game of flying chess with the method of "magic transcendence", Quirrell gasped for air.
Now his left leg is basically worn out, and his right arm is also broken.
There is less than [-]% of the magic power left in the body, plus extensive burns.
It can be said that Quirrell relied entirely on Voldemort's magical power to stay awake.
But there is a bad side as well as a good side!
The remaining two levels are easy!
The trolls in the first level were arranged by Quirrell himself, and he specially selected the docile and thinnest one in the troll tribe, which did not have much lethality at all.
He already knew the answer to Snape's potion reasoning.
With this thought in mind, Quirrell limped towards the next room.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw a pair of green eyes...
Ever since Carl accepted the task of being a "nanny" from Dumbledore, he felt guilty!
Take people's money and save people's disasters!
Since it is the "Savior Training Program", how can such a simple level cultivate Harry Potter's abilities?
There is an old saying from the past life that goes well...
The sky will send a great responsibility to the people, and they must first suffer from their hearts...
There is no need for Lu Wei to decorate the remaining levels. It can be said that Karl has changed them beyond recognition.
The room of Devil's Net was filled with oil "taken" from the Muggle world. In order to prevent the liquid from evaporating, Carl came to replenish it every three days.
The stone gate Carl in the golden key level has also been changed.
Even the troll level is no exception. Every three days when Carl comes down to spread oil, he will also bring some food to the troll!
in other words……
This giant monster has been starving for almost a month.
Carl dares to use his best friend Malfoy's head to vouch for it!
This is done purely out of professionalism and the ability to cultivate better saviors for the magic world.
There is no subjective idea at all to deceive people and harvest plot points!
(Qi Luo: Listen to me and thank you...)
Seeing Quirrell walking in, the troll seemed to have seen his biological father, and rushed over without saying a word, waving his stick.
Quirrell was shocked by the ferocious posture of this giant monster!
Which animal is the scariest in the animal kingdom?
Of course it's a beast that's so hungry that its eyes are green, not to mention a giant monster with a big appetite?
It's been almost a month, and this is still the largest portion of food this giant monster has ever seen.
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
"Burning flames!"
Quirrell cursed madly in his mind while dragging his seriously injured body to fight the troll to the death!
……
After another quarter of an hour, Quirrell finally fought the giant monster with all his strength.
This time, the magic power was basically exhausted, and his right hand was severely injured and twisted, and he couldn't even hold the wand.
I originally wanted to ask Voldemort for credit, but I heard Voldemort say through gritted teeth.
"Idiot, you've wasted too much time."
"Hurry up, if you are still so slow, I will kill you directly!"
Voldemort, who was sleeping most of the time, didn't know that the gap between the levels originally arranged by Dumbledore and the levels encountered along the way that Quirrell went to inquire about was already greater than the difference between the buyer's show and the seller's show on a certain night.
I thought it was Quirrell's incompetence in doing things, which would kill him.
Did you still promise to reassure yourself before this?
"Yes, Master!" Quirrell was now in a trance even though he was supported by Voldemort's magic power. He forced himself to move to the next level.
The last level is the potions level arranged by Snape. A blazing wall of fire blocks the entrance to the room where the Philosopher's Stone is hidden.
There are a total of seven bottles of potions on the table in front of the fire wall, three poisons, two potions, and two bottles of wine!
It seems to be a potion question, but it actually requires solving logical reasoning questions from the Muggle world in order to pass.
But Quirrell already knew the answer, so he directly picked up the second bottle of potion on the left and drank it in one gulp.
……
【drop!Congratulations to the host for tricking Quirrell and gaining 50 plot points! 】
【drop!Congratulations to the host for roasting Quirrell and getting 50 plot points! 】
【drop!Congratulations to the host Chilo, who got 50 plot points! 】
【drop!Congratulations to the host for blasting Quirrell and earning 50 plot points! 】
【drop!Congratulations to the host for allowing Quirrell to be seriously injured by the troll and gain 50 plot points! 】
【drop!Congratulations to the host for feeding Quirrell the medicine and earning 50 plot points! 】
……
Carl's side
As soon as they arrived at the door of the classroom where the magic stone was hidden in the right corridor on the fourth floor, a series of system prompts sounded in their minds!
Karl couldn't help but smack his lips when he looked at the system prompts.
Although Quirrell was confused and took the wrong path, if anyone dares to say that Quirrell is a bad person in the future, Carl will definitely be the first to disagree!
Six tips!
Three hundred plot points are credited!
This wave has made a lot of money, and the next Digimon is not far away.
"This is it, Carl, let's go in quickly." Harry Potter was very anxious when he came all the way, but he still didn't forget to remind a few people at the door.
"It must be very dangerous inside, everyone must be careful!"
After saying that, Harley opened the door to the room with a nervous look on her face, and then saw Lu Wei who was unconscious, and the trap door was also open.
The air was also filled with an alluring aroma of barbecue.
Fortunately, the three-headed dog Lu Wei was knocked unconscious by Quirrell and thrown into the corner of the room, so he was not affected by the flames in the next level.
Harry, who was originally very nervous, was instantly fascinated when he saw this scene.
what's the situation?
This smell... is someone secretly eating barbecue here?
Harley sniffed subconsciously.
Don't say it, it's quite fragrant!
But this is not the time to talk about this!
"This should be the trap door, let's get down quickly!"
"Be careful, there is danger down there!"
When Harley came to the trap door, the flames had been extinguished. It was pitch black under the trap door, like a huge beast that was swallowing people, full of unknown fear.
But when she thought of finding the Philosopher's Stone, resurrecting her mother, and reuniting with Snape's father and family, Harry felt that her body was filled with infinite power.
He jumped down the trap door without saying a word.
The space below is not high, only three meters high, and the ground is filled with unknown ashes, which completely cushions the impact of jumping from a high place.
"How's it going, Harry, is there any danger down there?" Ron asked timidly, lying next to the trap door and looking down.
"No problem, it's not very high here, and there's something underneath to cushion it." It wasn't until Harley's confused voice came up from below that Ron breathed a sigh of relief and jumped down with him.
Four thousand words, two in one!