Chapter 91: Hell Difficulty's Trap Level

When a person is used to eating delicious mountain and sea food, he will occasionally find cabbage and tofu delicious, but he will never be so heavy that he thinks swill is delicious.

If there is such a thing around, the suggestion here is to send it to a psychiatric hospital quickly, and don't delay the condition!

Although Qiu's singing has not reached the level of "mountain delicacies and sea delicacies", there is a girl's cheerfulness and purity in her voice, and it has a unique flavor.

In the words of Cedric: "Autumn is more than enough to be the lead singer in the pop music group 'Naughty Goblin'."

The words of licking dogs should not be taken too seriously. They are good at using exaggerated rhetoric to describe things that were originally two or three points into eight or nine points. What's more, tanks can become fairies...

Fortunately, he didn't exaggerate so much this time, and Qiu's singing was really nice.

You have made a three-headed dog used to hearing Qiu's singing, and if you go to Pin Haig, you won't even growl, let alone sleep, the soul will be scared out.

We had to come to a conclusion: Hagrid was obviously drinking too much, and he was bragging on the wine field.

It's not against the law to brag, but his behavior hurt Quirrell.

Lu Wei was still sleepy at first, but now he is fully awake, and he can't wake up anymore, and even the more he listens, the more he gets overwhelmed.

It stared at Quirrell, roared angrily, and charged forward with open teeth and claws.

Quirrell didn't respond before he fell back to the ground, a pain in his chest.

Lou Wei bit Quirrell's head in one bite, dragging his body around like a toy, tossing it back and forth on the ground.

At that moment, Quirrell had the heart to die. It wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but the beast's claws smashed his wand into the air.

The most terrifying thing is that Lou Wei never brushed his teeth, and the smell in his mouth almost suffocated him!

Even Voldemort, who had fallen asleep, was awakened again.

He is also confused, what does this mean?

Twenty minutes ago, he was still in the Forbidden Forest, and he had a good time with Dumbledore. In a blink of an eye, even a dog could bully him!

Quirrell...you're undercover! !

No matter how much Voldemort cursed, Quirrell didn't move, and Fluffy quickly lost interest.

After it got tired of playing, it dragged the "toy" for a distance and fell into the corner like throwing garbage.

Hagrid, this scheming bitch, can actually play tricks to dig holes!

Fortunately, Voldemort wasn't a vegetarian either, and he roared, "Fool, food!"

This is Plan B in the plan.

That's what Hagrid usually eats.

The so-called food is a string of bacon hanging on Hagrid's eaves, which is stained with Hagrid's taste.

Three-headed dogs don't eat strangers' food, but food with Hagrid's scent will definitely eat it.

Quirrell stood up tremblingly from the ground, took out the bacon from his pocket, and threw it into the distance.

He mixed a lot of powerful sleeping pills in it, even if the fire dragon ate it, he would fall asleep.

Smelling Hagrid, Lu Wei really rushed over, picked up the bacon from the ground and swallowed it.

After a while, Lou Wei swayed as if he had drunk fake wine, and finally fell to the ground.

Quirrell wiped the blood from his face and quickly opened the trap door, which was pitch black.

"Is the investigation clear?" Voldemort asked worriedly.

Quirrell said with a smile: "The investigation is clear, Master. Here is Sprout's Devil's Web, just to give people a buffer.

Don't worry, I'm the best at dealing with this plant! "

After Quirrell finished speaking, he didn't think much about it, he just jumped down and started free fall.

After about two seconds, I only heard a "pop"!

Immediately after,

Quirrell's heart-wrenching screams came.

ah ah ah

There were no devil nets, no pools, and no jumping beds on the ground. There was only a cold marble floor and a pool of warm blood left on the ground.

"I broke my leg," Quirrell whimpered while covering his left leg.

If Quirrell's physics is good enough, it can be calculated that he fell nearly twenty meters.

Jumping down from such a high place, he didn't fall to his death, but just broke his left leg. I have to say... Merlin still takes care of him!

"Idiot!" Voldemort roared, "Didn't you say there's a devil's web underneath?"

Quirrell whimpered, and he begged bitterly, "Master, shall we go back? Please..."

"Come on, we're here, the Philosopher's Stone is ahead!" Voldemort said sternly. "Take away the Philosopher's Stone, and I will give you eternal life!"

"But... my left leg is broken," Quirrell whimpered.

"Hurry up and use the recovery agent!"

Quirrell's wand lit up, illuminating the entire space below, and he caught a glimpse of two lines of writing on the wall:

--Guess who I am?

Followed by the Slytherin logo.

- Snape is here!

Quirrell scolded, "It must be the Devil's Web that Snape stole.

I've heard from Sprout a long time ago that Snape is so stingy that he wants to get back to his medicine store for anything good.

This slaying ghost!

I should have killed him when I knocked him out. "

It turned out that Quirrell was in the Forbidden Forest, knocking Professor Snape unconscious and hanging him from a tree.

Quirrell cursed, and quickly took out the potion from his pocket and applied it to the wound.

But Lou Wei's teeth contained toxins, and for this kind of injury, the recovery agent was useless at all, and it couldn't heal his broken left leg.

After an unknown amount of time, Quirrell dragged one leg and slowly walked towards the next room.

He quickly entered a brightly lit room, and countless keys, dazzling as gems, were flying around the room with flapping wings.

Quirrell found some brooms in the corner.

He looked at the broom and was speechless, it was the Comet 250 eliminated by the school!

Is this thing a human ride?

But some rides are better than no rides, not to mention he broke a leg, which is just right.

Quirrell rode his broom, kicked his right foot, rose into the air, and rushed into the dense group of keys.

Quirrell was not a member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team as a student, but he was the hidden king.

It's just that he is low-key and doesn't like to show off!

Time to show real technology, believe it or not, he can grab that key in a minute? !

Quirrell also rushed in as if straight.

"what!"

The moment he hit the key, he screamed in pain.

"It burned me!" Quirrell moaned, sucking on his blistered fingers.

"Who added the Fire Curse!" Voldemort said angrily.

"It must be that dead dwarf Flitwick!" Quirrell cursed desperately.

In his sight, he soon discovered something unusual.

The key he had just touched, actually burst out more than twenty keys in the air.

Before the keys were flying in midair, they never touched other keys. There were more than 20 more keys at once, squeezed into other keys, and then continued to copy the keys.

Like a nesting doll.

"It actually added a copying spell?!"

Quirrell politely greeted Professor Flitwick's multigenerational immediate family.

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