Lu Wei tilted his head in confusion, it is difficult for you to let me release water like this.

Sniffing the three of them again, two men and one woman, with the scent of Hagrid and Ani, they were right.

Hagrid had told them to pass through the trapdoor, but he couldn't even pretend to be asleep with this singing.

You're embarrassing the dogs!

The three people and one dog confronted each other strangely, the three heads and the three dog heads faced each other in pairs, and the air was full of embarrassment.

After Hermione had a trembling high note, Lewe suddenly took a step closer to them.

Harry's eyes lit up as he was nervous, and the harp that had been standing next to the dog's paw had been kicked by chance and landed right at his feet.

Seeing Harry pick up the harp and play it, the dog lay down on the ground and hurriedly closed his eyes.

Disperse and sleep. I don't play with you, I'm so tired.

Also, can you hurry up? The mess is worse than the girl's undulating screams, please spare Luway, I'm just an innocent, cute, and helpless dog.

Lu Wei secretly opened his eyes and found that the three little ones were squatting aside after opening the trap door, and they didn't seem to have the intention of jumping down immediately.

In order not to destroy his hearing cells, the big dog rolled over, and the head on the left side was lifted as if it was about to wake up.

This action gave the three of them the courage to overcome the fall from a height, and they hurriedly jumped from the entrance of the cave, and Lu Wei's ears were finally relieved.

After completing Hagrid's task, the dog moved to the side, its huge body covering the hole tightly, and truly fell asleep.

At this time, the little witch who had just fallen down also successfully escaped the control of the devil's net with the help of the spell.

"Hermione, the sound of your chanting spell is much better than singing." Ron complimented Hermione with gratitude, the Devil's Net had almost strangled him into a roast chicken.

Of course, the little witch didn't seem to appreciate his lame compliment.

"Ron, if you don't know how to organize your language, you can choose to shut up." Hermione replied huffingly.

No girl likes to be belittled for her singing, not even she knows that her performance just now is terrible.

But what 13-year-old girl, when faced with a hideous big dog that occupies almost the entire room and has three heads, can still remember whether the next sound is Mifa or Laxi?

It's good if you don't really have diarrhea, you really can't ask for more.

After all, there are still some people who don't put on something and don't even dare to ride the roller coaster, whether they are men or women.

Gathering their minds, the three of them continued to walk along the only path.

The sound of footsteps echoing in the empty hallway, the intermittent sound of water dropping against the wall, sounding very permeable in this unknown space.

They persistently poured fear into the hearts of the warriors who were moving forward, and the three of them looked around nervously, as if a large hand would reach out from a dark corner in the next second.

After picking and grabbing someone, the direction of the large hand retracted can be heard with the click of chewing, the splash of juice, and the rustle of bones as they are ground.

Then, before they could see the big hand, the three little ones heard a rustling sound in advance, but it was more similar to the buzzing sound of bees flapping their wings, accompanied by the clanging sound of metal colliding.

Seeing the light, they soon found a bright room with a high vault.

Apparently Professor Flitwick's creativity hadn't changed, and countless keys fluttered their wings and flew around the room.

Soon the locked door made them realize that the key item to the next level was in the middle of the group of keys above.

There are a few flying broomsticks on the side, and there is no need to say much about how to do it.

Ron stared at the keyhole, he also had a door in his house with the same old lock, and perhaps the two keys were the same shape.

"We're looking for a big antique key, and I have one at home that is the same, it's silver, and it looks like a doorknob." Riding on his broomstick, Ron shouted to his companions.

A few men flew up to the sky to weave their way through the group of keys, and it didn't take long for Harry to lock on to his target, a silver key with drooping wings, exactly as Ron had described.

The moment he saw it, Harry agreed with Ron's judgment that the key must have opened the door, because all the keys they had seen were the same style except for it.

The Silver Key seems to have been used once, and the process is not gentle.

Harry's heart was even more urgent, he didn't know if the key was designed like this, or if the man was ahead of them, but he had to speed up, before the Philosopher's Stone changed hands.

Soon, faster, Harry and the key kept getting closer, and finally managed to capture it with the help of Hermione and the others.

The atmosphere along the way made them think they were taking on an impossible challenge, but it was actually unexpectedly easy, and Harry felt that it was easier than catching the Snitch.

After all, although the room was large, it was much smaller than the entire Quidditch pitch, and although there were other key interferences, it was not a problem as long as a Seeker locked onto the target.

Inserting the key into the keyhole, Harry felt the hardship in his hand, and he couldn't help but increase his strength and twist it hard.

"Click." As expected, the door was opened.

With the key wilting away, the adventure party stepped through the doorway, and although it was pitch black ahead, Harry had no reason to back down since he had already guessed that he was only in the second wave.

But the road ahead will undoubtedly be more dangerous, and there is no need for two friends to wade through this muddy water together.

"What stupid are you talking about!"

When Harry finished expressing his intentions, he retreated in defeat under the "caring" gaze of his companions.

"We've come this far, and now you're telling us we can choose to give up? Do you watch yourself go to the front and die? The little witch knew that he had good intentions, but she was angry and a little aggrieved.

"Hermione is right, Harry. Besides, the road ahead may not be solved by a broomstick, you need us. Despite some fear, Ron forced himself to straighten his chest, and there were no cowards when he walked out of the Weasley's house!

"Come together, go together." Ron stretched out his right hand, and a smile seemed to dispel the fear inside.

"Come together, go together." Hermione put her hand on her hand as well, and looked at Harry expectantly with Ron.

Harry didn't bother with them, he suddenly took two quick steps and hugged his two companions tightly.

"Let's go!"

From now on, the two people in front of him will be his friends of life and death.

The child who hid in the stairwell and cried alone a year ago has two best friends who are enough for him to rely on life and death before the end of the school year.

The sudden sense of happiness shattered all the fears in his heart, and for a moment Harry even had a feeling that he had no regrets in his life.