The advantages of high-end stealth items began to be gradually manifested, and Neil did not need to tiptoe, but strode directly towards Lowe. The big dog, unaware of the intruder's breath, was still napping - understandably, it must have been boring to be chained in such a broken place where there were no big stick bones and hardball softball (XXXXL).

It would have been much easier to get around it and move on, but the problem was how to remove its large, furry claws, which looked more terrifying than the pirate captain's iron hook with every fingernail, from the trapdoor.

Whether it's a spell or a magic item, there is a limit to the effect of invisibility, and no matter how stupid the guard, no one will be unaware when someone tries to force them out of the way. Looking at Lou Wei's face that had collapsed in his sleep, Neil suddenly regretted not bringing Matt with him, as a rule of thumb it was usually effective to scratch it in its nostrils with something furry at this time.

The badger stared at him without saying a word, its eyes showing undisguised fear for the first time, and as the hairiest item Neil had in hand at this time, it instinctively seemed to sense some kind of danger.

Fortunately, the latter was not so extravagant as to pluck a rare treasure for the sake of such a trivial matter, and he took out of his pocket a handful of dried straw tied with string and braided it on the spot. Lu Wei's hot and damp breath sprayed on his face, as if he was guarding a giant steamer. Neil's ten-finger fluffing movement didn't slow down, but for no reason he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have asked Hagrid if this thing could breathe fire, he remembered that there was a kind of multi-headed dog that could breathe fire, but for a moment he couldn't remember whether it was a two-headed dog or a three-headed dog......

"Alright."

In less than half a minute, a sloppy dog appeared in his hand - a finished product of this quality would normally make the master who taught him how to do it cover his face and run away, but this time it was made to be torn apart next, too strong and unnecessary.

Neil leaned down against the wall, and the shoddy pocket dog jumped out of his palm and ran toward the entrance at the other end of the hallway, screaming wildly. As soon as it was out of the protective range of its stealth, three pairs of ears stood up, and the big dog that sensed the intruder opened its eyes sharply, and then saw a strange creature with a very low level of completion escaping.

Lu Wei was taken aback by this scene, it had never seen a four-legged creature with its front legs in a row and its hind legs in a row, and could not understand why it could run at high speed in such an incongruous state. But the small size of the other party made it seem that there was nothing to be afraid of, and the three-headed dog first habitually warned with a growl, and when he saw that the little thing did not react, he pounced on it without hesitation - imagine that you took out its most beloved frisbee in front of a behemoth like a Caucasian dog, a Saint Bernard or a mastiff, but you were actually a green plastic toy soldier - Neil didn't have time to see how it tore the straw to pieces and swallowed it, and as soon as Louwe's paws left the trapdoor, He immediately lifted it and jumped in.

The moment the trapdoor closed behind him, he seemed to hear the barking of two heads mixed with a cry of pain, as if the soft flesh on the tip of the nose in the middle had been bitten hard.

……

The feeling of falling lasted longer than expected, and when Neil finally landed with his feet on the ground, the soles of his feet were a little numb - this was after passing through a layer of soft and wet stuff that didn't know what to do, and the fall slowed down slightly. He squinted his eyes in the darkness and looked up, seeing that the place he had just passed was covered with a large expanse of disgustingly writhing black tentacles.

If Neil remembers correctly, this is supposed to be a magical plant called the Devil's Web, which lives in a dark, damp environment and stangles the unlucky ones who strayed into it and turned them into its own nourishment. Although his memory is somewhat vague, Professor Sprout seems to have talked about this kind of thing in class, dwarfed by the cannibal lichen that bites directly with his teeth.

However, it seems that due to the effect of stealth, it seems that it has not been able to recognize Neil as prey at all, and only treats it as a falling stone or something like that.

Neil shook his head with a wry smile. This mechanism was apparently the handiwork of the professor of the herbal medicine class, and he originally did

There was some concern that Professor Sprout would arrange a mandrake choir here on a whim after tasting the gifts from the ancient agricultural country, but now it seems that he was underestimating the conscience of the Hogwarts staff, whose average has only been lowered by people like Snape and Filch.

Regardless, after the fall, Neil found himself in front of a stone hallway, a rudimentary décor that was very different from that of Hogwarts Castle, suggesting that it might already be outside the school. Listening closely, there seemed to be a slight sound of flapping wings and metal rubbing from the end of the corridor, which made him a little nostalgic for the organ pavilion in the sect - the master once emptied all the things inside behind everyone's back because he couldn't pay off his gambling debts, and sold them on the black market, not even letting go of the tiles on the roof.

However, that time, he claimed afterwards that the things in the pavilion were all secret treasures of the immortal family, and mortals could not understand the value of them with the naked eye, so the ones who would buy them at a high price must not be good people. So he put a sword on the broker's neck and forced him to confess the identity of the seller, and when he found out, it was really a group of evil cultivators - this kind of people were almost extinct in the 20th century, and a group of self-taught guys appeared out of nowhere. The Great Elder and the Fourth Elder in charge of the criminal law were so angry that their beards stood up, but there was nothing they could do about him.

"Here...... If it is unlucky, it will be a disaster if you live for a long time."

"Alright, don't be so cringe, let's just move on."

To Neil's disappointment, however, the space at the end of the hallway was nothing less elaborate than the Trap Pavilion, just an empty vaulted room, and the source of that nostalgic noise was the large flock gathered near the ceiling—not birds, winged keys.

He looked at the large black press overhead, and then at the heavy wooden door at the other end of the room, and the puzzle was obvious. Wizards are accustomed to replacing traditional door locks with spells and magic guards, so they rarely understand the pain of having to find the only correct answer in a large bunch of keys - only such a person would joke about something so cruel.

Thinking of trying his luck, Neil approached the wooden door, tugged on the doorknob, and sure enough, it was tightly locked. He didn't know how seriously the professor was designing the mechanism, but he didn't want to destroy anything in the exclusion zone, whether it was objects or magic. Then, the row of broomsticks that lay next to it as if they were provoking the challenger seemed to be the only option.

Neil let out a long sigh and picked up a handful of them and weighed them. His flying skills are terrible, and even if the flying keys can't see him, trying to catch a moving target in the air can still waste a lot of time.

Again, he should have brought Matt with him, he didn't even need a rider to handle all these troubles automatically, and the thought of how many hurdles lay ahead forced him to seriously consider the feasibility of this option.

…… Wait a minute.

Neil looked at the broomstick in his hand and suddenly remembered something. On the day of the Quidditch match, he had a bold contingency plan for fear that Quirrell would attack Harry on the field, which included a strong arm, a target named Quirrell, and a Matt.

The keys that flew around were nimble, but perhaps because they hadn't spotted the intruders yet, they flew at a leisurely pace, especially since one of them was larger than the other keys around it, and it looked like it stood out from the crowd......

Maybe we don't have to run after their butts stupidly, you say?

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