"You two fools, stop moving!"

Seeing that the two fools were about to be strangled, Hermione shouted at them.

"Then you two are very smart, since you know what it's called, hurry up and solve it." Ron spat out words of praise as he leaned back as best he could, so as not to get caught in the devil's net.

However, he and Harry didn't dare to struggle any more, but that only lightened the force of the devil's net.

"Devil's Net, Devil's Net...... Let me think about ......," Hermione recalled anxiously.

Fortunately, Clark gave a direct answer.

"Professor Sprout once said that the devil's net is a variant of the devil's vine, and it also inherits the habits of the devil's vine, which likes yin and moisture, and even goes further, and is very sensitive to fire and light."

"Hurry up and burn it!" Harry couldn't help but exclaim, he was almost out of breath from the vine.

"Oh, yes, with fire and light!" Hermione immediately pulled out her wand and prepared to cast her magic to drive the hateful things away, but Clark stopped her once again.

"Wait, have you forgotten what happened when you just walked in the door? These devil's webs have been manipulated by 'Snape', and I can feel the breath of dark magic in them. ”

As he spoke, he took out a stick, bent it vigorously and rubbed it twice, and then threw it away, "Look! ”

With a soft "click" sound, the corner of the wall not far away lit up with a light blue fluorescence, faintly illuminating the surrounding situation.

Immediately afterwards, the devil's net under the feet of several people began to twist and expand as if crazy, and rushed towards the light blue glow stick, which soon became a strong knot, and tightened more and more.

"This?!"

Hermione swallowed her saliva in fear when she saw such a scene, fortunately Clark stopped him just now, otherwise when she released the spell, she was afraid that she would be immediately overwhelmed by these crazy devil nets.

"If I'm not mistaken, these devil nets have been made more aggressive by the Dark Arts Transfiguration.

Originally, the Devil's Web was disgusted with light and temperature, but that would only dodge, but now they have gone one step further and are beginning to be hostile to these things.

If you don't know what to do and fall into such a devil's net, you still rely on your original experience to cast a flash spell or summon flames, but I am afraid that you will suffer a big loss immediately. ”

Clark explained as he watched the horrific sight.

"So what are we going to do?" Hermione couldn't think of a way out for a while, looking at Harry and Ron, who were about to be strangled, and she was about to cry.

"Don't worry, since it likes light, we'll give it a little more. I'll throw the glowsticks around and get these devil nets out of the way, and then we'll take the opportunity to escape, remember? ”

After Clark finished speaking, he didn't wait for Harry to reply, and directly took out a few thick sticks from his robes, bent them one by one, and threw them around.

A pale blue glow began to bloom, illuminating the entire room, or rather, the basement located beneath the castle.

The four little wizards saw it, and the exit of the room was right in front of them.

And those devil's nets that covered the ground were attracted by these light sources, and they squirmed dark green vines, waving tendrils like devil's minions, and crawled towards the glow sticks.

The devil's net that was originally wrapped around Clarke's body was naturally loosened. Harry and Ron finally got rid of the threat of suffocation, and followed them as they briskly ran towards the exit.

"I'm glad you listened so carefully in the herb class," Ron boasted, wiping the sweat from his face as he stood in front of the hallway at the exit, "but Clark, what is that one you just threw out, that glows without magic?" ”

"It's a gadget invented by Muggles,"

Clark pulled out the last glow stick and folded it in front of Ron, and as soon as the chemicals in the stick were mixed, they immediately began to emit a faint fluorescence.

"It's really interesting." Ron looked at this glow stick obsessively, and Clark's uncle Arthur was a virtue.

"Alright, let's hurry up, we've been here long enough." Hermione opened her mouth to remind them.

In front of a few people, there is a long stone corridor, which is the road to the next level.

Clark walked in front with a glow stick in his hand, and the pale blue light shone on his face, looking gloomy.

They walked down the hallway, and the only sound was the sound of water dripping down the walls except for their own footsteps.

"Tick, tick."

The monotonous sound was distracting, and the corridor in front of him was going down the slope, and I didn't know where it was going, even Clarke's own pace was getting faster and faster, but the road in front of him seemed to have no end.

"Wait!"

I don't know how long I walked, but Clarke, who was at the front, suddenly stopped, and Harry didn't notice it, and hit him on the back.

"Can you hear anything?" Clark asked quietly.

The three little wizards huddled in the back also listened intently as he did, and there seemed to be a soft rustle and clanging sound ahead.

"There was something, like something of iron, crawling on the ground......"

"There's a bright light ahead...... We're at the exit. ”

They came to the end of the corridor and quietly poked their heads out, and the first two levels had already scared them.

But this time, Quirrell, who had taken the lead first, didn't lay any traps.

In front of you is a brightly lit room, surrounded by torches on the walls and topped by a high vaulted ceiling, similar to the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

On the ground, countless glittering metal fragments were scattered all over the ground, and some of the fragments even had half wings on them, and from a distance, they looked like torn metal birds, struggling on the ground.

Obviously, the sound they heard just now was made by these things.

The four of them approached and looked carefully, only to realize that what kind of iron birds were in the metal in front of them, some key fragments with wings.

They looked ahead, and across the room, there was a heavy, solid wood door.

On the brown-red wooden board, the bronze stripes combined into a huge magic array, covering the entire portal, giving people a sense of indestructibility just by looking at it.

"It looks like one of these keys is in the remains that can open this magical door."

Clark pulled off the bronze handle on the door, the door didn't move, and the door was locked.

Quirrell really didn't leave any traps in this level, and he didn't have to, because this guy directly destroyed the key to the level, cutting off Clarke's hope of clearing the level from the source.

I may not be a real person, but Quirrell is a real dog!

Clark's complaining spirit was about to move, and at this time, Harry and the three followed, and several people pushed and pulled, still to no avail, as if they were pushing not a wooden door, but an iron wall.