"No problem down there! you can jump off!" Al shouted up to the door of the trapdoor, which he estimated to be a few tens of meters from top to bottom. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ron jumped down immediately afterward, landing on all fours beside Al.

"What is this?" Ron asked as soon as he spoke.

"It should be a plant, probably laid here to mitigate the collision when it falls, come down, Hermione, Harry!"

The flute above them had stopped, and Lewe barked loudly again, but Hermione and Harry had already jumped, and they landed not far from El, one left and one right.

"We must already be under the castle!" Hermione said.

"Honestly, it's good to have these plants here, otherwise we would have fallen to our deaths. Ron said.

"Good thing!" Hermione suddenly cried out, pointing to Al and their bodies, exclaiming, "Look at a few of you!"

Hermione jumped to her feet, struggling to move towards a damp wall, because as soon as she landed, the plant reached out with snake-like tendrils and wrapped around her ankles.

As for Al and Ron, the two of them had unknowingly been wrapped around their legs by long vines.

Al tugged at the vines on his feet with his hand, but the vines were too strong and tough, and no matter how Al pulled, the vines showed no signs of breaking.

Hermione managed to break free before the vines could hold her firmly, and she watched as Al and the others tried desperately to tear the vines apart, but the more they broke free, the faster and tighter the vines wrapped.

"Don't move!" Hermione shouted, "I know what this is!

Devil's Web?

Al instantly remembered what they had learned in their herb class, that the Devil's Web was a carnivorous plant that preferred dark and damp environments, and that it preyed on any prey that fell into its net through a myriad of slender vines.

"Oh, I'm so glad we know what it's called, but what does that mean to us?" Ron yelled in exasperation.

"Shut up! I'm trying to figure out how to get rid of you!" Hermione shouted impatiently.

"Please, think about it, I'm out of breath!" Harry said, gasping for breath, desperately tugging at the vine that was wrapped around his chest.

"Hermione, burn it with fire!Devil vines are afraid of fire!" Al dodged his head back, trying not to let the vines wrap around his neck, his hands firmly bound by the vines, and he couldn't draw his wand.

Al regretted why he had to put his wand away before jumping off.

After El's reminder, Hermione also remembered the weakness of the Devil's Vine, and she pointed her wand at the Devil's Vine, and there were words in her mouth.

Just like the last time she had dealt with Snape, Hermione's wand shot a blue bellflower-like flame that ignited a large area of vines in a matter of seconds.

Al could feel the vines wrapped around him retreating, apparently the Devil's Net struggling to dodge the flames.

Compared to predation, it is clear that life is more important to the devil's vine. The devil's vine twisted and twitched, automatically loosening the tendrils that had wrapped around El and them, and they finally broke free completely.

"Thanks to you for listening so carefully in the herb class. Harry wiped the sweat from his face, looked at the smaller and smaller flames, and said with some fear.

"Fortunately, there are no dangers, counting this, obviously we have already passed two levels. Al straightened his clothes and looked around.

Through the firelight, Al found themselves in a large cavern, surrounded by stone and dirt, and branches of the devil's vine. On one side of the cave, there is a stone-paved corridor that is the only way to go.

"Let's go this way. Al gestured to the hallway.

They heard the sound of droplets of water dripping down the walls in addition to their own footsteps, and the corridor went down the slope for a long way before they reached the end of the corridor.

In front of them was a large door, and from the other side there seemed to be a soft rustling and clanging sound.

"What's that sound?" asked Hermione, curious.

"It sounds like the flapping of wings. Al listened, "Whatever it is, let's open the door and see." ”

Al cautiously opened the door, and behind it was a brightly lit room topped by a high vaulted ceiling, and countless small birds that were as brilliant as jewels flapped their wings and flew around the room.

On the other side of the room, there is also a heavy wooden door.

Looking at the little things flying in the air, Ron asked, "Do you say they're going to attack us if we go through the room?"

"Possibly. "They don't seem to be vicious, but if they all rush at once, I'm afraid ...... Whatever, there's no other way to do it anyway...... I ran over. ”

Harry took a deep breath, shielded his face with his arm, and sped to the other end of the room.

But the little things didn't attack Harry. Harry came to the door safe and sound, he pulled the handle, and the door was locked.

Seeing that everything was safe, Al walked over with Hermione and Ron, and together they tried to open the door, but the wooden door did not move, and Hermione tried her door opening charm again, to no avail.

"What now?" Ron asked.

"These birds...... They can't just be used for decoration. Hermione said.

Al looked up at the little things flying around their heads, they were shiny and familiar.

"They're not birds at all!" Al snapped into his senses, "they're keys, keys with wings!"

Al looked around the room, pointed to a few neatly arranged broomsticks, and said, "Look there, it's a broomstick! ”

"But there are hundreds of keys up there!" Ron looked at the mess of flying keys, and his eyes didn't seem to be enough.

Al carefully examined the keyhole of the wooden door, and then said, "Looking at the shape of the keyhole, the key we are looking for should be a large antique key, probably silver, shaped like a doorknob. ”

They looked up, trying to find the key that matched El's description.

Harry was a good Seeker, and he soon spotted a large silver key, its wings hanging as if it had been caught and crudely stuffed into the keyhole.

"That's it!" Harry shouted, pointing to the key.