Chapter 82 Passive Deviation From the Original Plan

"You don't need to tell me that. I can leave now." Aaron said without hesitation, not taking Harry's last request seriously.

He had no intention of joining the three Gryffindors' plan. The harp had already proved that Voldemort was under the trapdoor. Going down now would be a complete idiotic act.

Harry wanted to stop Voldemort from resurrecting. No matter what the reason was, it sounded great at least.

But the key question was how to stop it?

Was it based on passion? Or was it based on stubbornness?

Without sufficient strength, relying on these two things would be no different from giving it away for nothing.

The most correct battle plan was to wait here for the two professors to come and pick up heads behind them.

Hearing this, the three looked at each other, and then looked at Aaron with strange expressions.

"Don't look at me like that. My plan is totally different from yours, so..." Aaron sighed, "I don't recommend you go down. This is a piece of advice.

Of course, if you must go down, I won't stop you.

Good luck to you. Goodbye."

Just as Aaron was about to leave the dangerous cave, he felt a foul smell coming towards him and subconsciously looked up.

The three-headed dog Mao Mao opened his eyes and stared at the four wizards standing in front of the trapdoor with hostility.

The dog's mouth secreted extremely sticky saliva, which dripped onto Ron's shirt.

"Oh!"

Aaron swallowed his saliva, shrugged with a wry smile, and jumped into the trapdoor without saying a word.

"Why did he go down suddenly?" Ron asked with some confusion.

"Wait." Harry suddenly felt a little uneasy, "Don't you think it's too quiet?"

"It's the harp." Hermione looked back, "It's not playing."

"Yeah!" Ron noticed the disgusting saliva on his shoulder, looked up and saw six huge eyes looking at them, "The music stopped, which means the three-headed dog..."

"Roar!"

Maomao roared, and the three heads shook left and right. During the saliva splashing, one of its paws was raised by it and was about to hit it.

"Jump down!"

Harry said hurriedly, and jumped into the trapdoor with a flip.

Hermione and Ron followed closely, not daring to delay for a moment.

The next second, a huge and chaotic roar sounded.

Two rows of sharp teeth blocked the trapdoor, and saliva kept dripping from the teeth amid the barking.

"Fortunately, the trapdoor is relatively small, otherwise we would be in danger." The wand in Aaron's hand emitted a pale white light, illuminating the place where they landed.

"Luckily there are these soft plants here, otherwise we would have fallen to death." Ron looked at the exit blocked by the dog's mouth. They fell at least ten meters.

Aaron looked at the irregular ground paved by plants under his feet. Through the gaps in it, he vaguely saw a few steps. He couldn't help but sighed, "There is another layer below. This should be the level designed by Professor Sprout, the devil's snare."

"What devil's snare?"

As soon as Harry finished asking, thick black vines entangled his legs.

Before he could react, more vines entangled his limbs and neck, strangling him so that he couldn't breathe.

Ron and Hermione's situation was not much better. Although they were not wrapped like dumplings, they were almost the same.

"What should we do?" Ron shouted anxiously.

"Don't move, relax." Hermione reminded loudly, "I read in a book that the more intense the struggle, the tighter these vines will be."

"Who can relax at this time?" Ron said with tears in his eyes, "We are fine, but Harry is about to be strangled to death."

"Trust me." Hermione noticed her body sinking, with a little confidence on her face, "As long as you don't move, you will be fine."

Harry calmed down, and soon he felt his neck loosen a little, and he could breathe deeply.

His body also slowly sank in the process of relaxation, and it was only a matter of time before he fell to the second floor.

Ron couldn't calm down at all. The more vines there were, the more nervous he was, and the more nervous he was, the more vines there were.

In the violent struggle, he fell into a dead loop, his mouth and nose were blocked by the vines, and only his limbs were constantly twitching.

"Trouble!" Aaron patted his forehead and then waved his wand, "Flame."

A ball of red flame appeared from the tip of the wand. The Devil's Snare, which likes cold environments, sensed the temperature rise and quickly released a few people, curling up in the dark corner of the wall.

Plop!

Several dull crashes sounded.

Aaron supported himself with one hand and landed heroically.

Among the remaining three people, only Hermione was not so embarrassed, while Harry and Ron landed on their bodies, and they were in pain all over.

That is, this layer was only two meters away from the Devil's Snare above their heads, otherwise it would not be as simple as pain.

"In fact, this plant is more afraid of fire. Setting it on fire is more useful than relaxing it."

"Why didn't you use this spell earlier?" Ron said with some complaints.

Only he himself knows how much suffering he has endured. Difficulty in breathing is not terrible, but it is more and more difficult to breathe.

Just now, he seemed to vaguely see his grandfather waving at him, and just thinking of this scene made him sweat coldly.

"I didn't know you would be so nervous!

We all let it go and slowly descended, only you were about to suffocate to death.

Besides, the Devil's Snare is the property of the school, and I don't want to bear such a debt for no reason."

Ron's mouth twitched, and he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Ahem!" Aaron walked to the stairs, blocking the only passage, and then looked at the three people, "We are safe for the time being. I suggest you follow my plan and wait a little longer..."

"I must go." Harry knew what he was going to say, and interrupted him without thinking.

"You idiot!

We are already a step behind. Is it any use for you to chase him now?"

"The mysterious man hasn't succeeded yet." Harry lifted his hair and pointed at the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. "It hurts, but I'm sure he didn't succeed.

But if we don't stop him, he will be resurrected when he gets the Philosopher's Stone."

"I understand how you feel.

But even if he gets the Philosopher's Stone, it will take some time for him to turn it into vitality."

"Then I can wait for him to kill me." Harry said bitterly.

Aaron hesitated for a moment and silently gave way.

He is not Harry Potter, and he has no great hatred with Voldemort. He doesn't know what it feels like to have a knife hanging over his head.

"Thank you!"

Harry walked up the stairs quickly, followed by Ron.

"Don't worry about it." Hermione explained patiently, "It's a matter of life and death, so it's natural for him to be anxious."

"Alas!

He's in a hurry, and my plan takes time.

I'm 99% sure I can stop Voldemort, but he's afraid of a single possibility."

"Then... do you want to go with me?"

"What do you think?

I've come down here with you, so I can't really stay here forever!

If something happens to you all, my conscience will inevitably be guilty."

Hermione smiled happily and then stepped into the passage.

As the four continued to move forward, the sound of flapping wings became clearer and clearer.

They came to the end of the corridor and pushed open a door.

This is a very wide room, with more than a dozen pillars supporting a ceiling several dozen meters high, and countless keys with transparent wings flying around the room.

"If I'm not mistaken, that door should be the exit." Ron pointed to the door opposite and said.

"Nonsense, anyone with eyes can see that." Aaron said disdainfully, "The question is how do we get through. That door can't be opened by the unlocking spell, it needs a matching key.

But there are at least thousands of keys here, we can't try them one by one!

Even if we can try them one by one, the process will probably be quite exciting."

"You mean, these keys will attack us?" Hermione asked.

"Not sure, but it's possible.

After being stabbed by hundreds of keys, it's probably leaking after being healed." Aaron said as he walked to the door and carefully checked for a while, "We have to find the oldest one among thousands of keys. It should be easy to recognize, but it's not easy to catch.

After all... we don't know the spell of flying."

At this time, Harry found a magic broom floating in the air, "I guess we have to use this."

"Huh? Isn't this a little too simple?

The speed of the Golden Snitch is much faster than these keys."

As soon as Aaron finished speaking, Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at him with eager eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey! You don't want me to go, do you?"

"Of course it's you." Ron said, "You are the best seeker in Hogwarts, who will go if you don't go?"

"But I haven't touched a flying broom for a long time."

"No, Aaron, you can do it." Harry encouraged, "You are much better than me."

"This...

Okay! Since you said so, I will help you once with reluctance.

But only this time, never again." Aaron said a little proudly, "You go to that door and wait, ready to open the door at any time."

The three of them did not raise any objections, and quickly walked to the door, leaving only a silver door handle.

"Huh!"

Aaron took a deep breath, took out his wand, and pointed the tip at himself, "Armor protection!"

A pale white light flashed, covering his body with an invisible transparent barrier, and a sense of security surged up instantly.