Rig and the other three looked at each other.

This basket of pineapples is all too familiar.

Hermione also saw the pineapple she had used, the leaves on it had been broken and the pineapple was deflated.

The pineapple is there, and it seems that they are also a little guessing how it passed.

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, no one tried it for a long time, and finally Rig stood up.

Harry said, "No," as he looked at Rig expectantly.

Hermione had made a mistake in the exam, and they all knew that.

Ron couldn't put down the pineapple when he floated, and after he put down the pineapple, he had to use his strength to feed, and his face was red, and he couldn't float again after the buffer was finished.

He was able to finish the exam, and thank goodness for Merlin's beard.

So he waved his hand again and again, signaling that he would not add to the chaos.

Harry had completed the exam normally, but he wasn't sure how much Professor Flitwick would give him.

Rig is different, he is Professor Flitwick's favorite good student, and he must have been a perfect score.

As expected, Rig floated a pineapple and skilfully tap-danced in the air as he did during an exam.

It worked, the hole in the middle of the door widened, but it wasn't enough for a little wizard to bend over it.

Rig controlled the pineapple and did two more tap dances, and the doorway did not change.

It's still the size it was before.

Rig put down the pineapple with some distress, it seemed that tap dancing was not enough.

"So, we have to look for clues again, Professor Flitwick can't design a level that he can't get through."

Hermione scanned the room, looking for possible clues.

The problem with this classroom right now is that it is too chaotic, with all kinds of debris covering the floor, and Hermione keeps thinking.

Harry smiled as he walked around the classroom, his shoulders stretching out.

Professor Flitwick may have just run out of time to improvise this pineapple from the materials at hand, but the effect was remarkable.

Harry and Ron were not nervous for a while, and Ron ran to the door to look behind him.

Familiar materials and interesting levels, they could even imagine the smile on Professor Flitwick's face when he designed the level.

A little bit of difficulty plus a little bit of bad taste, if another first-year wizard comes, you'll have to run away when you see this level.

It's a school nightmare.

Ron, who was probing his brain, was in a straight line, and he picked up a pineapple and pressed it in the middle of the doorway, trying to see if he could get stuck in the doorway and let them pass.

Something magical happened, and the whole door began to glow slightly as Ron pressed the pineapple against the door.

The cracked wooden door above the doorway gradually joined into a broken line.

Ron pressed the pineapple at a loss and stammered, "Look! ”

Hermione, who was bending over for debris, and Harry, who was trying to climb the window railing in the distance, all looked at Ron.

Rig, who was sitting next to Ron and was examining the pineapple, also looked up and was overjoyed at the sight of the broken line.

He floated the pineapple in his hand again, and followed the angle of the folded line.

Pineapples tap danced in the air, and the light on the door grew brighter and brighter.

By the time Rig controlled the pineapple to cross the last folded line, the light on the door dimmed.

Countless pieces of wood lost the pull of the spell and fell to the ground.

One of them hit Ron's little toe right and hit him, jumping around holding his foot.

It hurts, it hurts.

The door shattered, and the door opened.

Harry happily slid off the railing and ran towards Rig and them, and Hermione pulled her feet out of the thick crumbs of gems.

Ron doesn't regret coming with him today, he can brag about this for the rest of his life!

He's cracked a level that Rig, Hermione, and Harry didn't understand!

Ron felt like the pain was gone, and he could do it again, even thinking that he could fight ten trolls now.

Ron was complacent, and Rig and the others didn't hesitate to praise Ron, which really helped a lot.

Without Ron, they didn't know how long they would have to stay in this level, and Professor Flitwick probably didn't expect them to think so strangely, relying on their brains to add countless difficulties out of thin air.

Rig remembered that in his previous life, he went to the escape room with his friends, and they had been in a certain level for a long time, but they couldn't find the last password, and had to ask the boss for help.

The boss was silent for a minute and asked, "Didn't you see 1234 on the lantern at the door?" No one has ever been stuck here. ”

Maybe that's why smart people tend to think too much, Rig sighed and looked at Hermione.

The boys cautiously stepped over the shards of the door and continued on.

When they had gone a little further, they heard a noise behind them.

The shattered doors came together again.

As Harry walked forward, he suddenly asked, "How did Voldemort get past him, you say?" ”

The quartet looked at each other, yes, how did Voldemort get by.

Wouldn't it be a tap dance with pineapples?

Poof.

Laugh at them professionally, unless you can't help it.

Fortunately, Voldemort, who was trying to figure out how to get through the penultimate level with the only remaining brain and reason, didn't know what Rig was thinking.

Otherwise.

I'll accuse you of slandering me. JPG

Ron burst out laughing, uncontrollably imagining the man whose name he couldn't even name dancing with a pineapple.

Harry's green eyes were full of smiles, and only Hermione was upset.

She vowed to intensify her practice of the Levitation Charm when she returned.

With a smile on his face, Rig didn't let go of his hand, and kept holding his wand forward.

No one knows where Voldemort has cleared, maybe he'll appear around the next corner.

In the dark room, the quartet crept forward.

This level should be Ron's best wizarding chess.

Nervous, Ron began to recite the words, reviewing the chess routines he had studied earlier.

Hermione looked sideways at Ron, but she didn't expect Ron to have a serious time to use his brain.

Soon, after a dozen steps forward, the room was lit up again.

As soon as it lit up, Hermione blocked her eyes with some discomfort, and Rig put his hand on hers.

He felt Hermione's feather fan-like eyelashes, scratching the palm of his hand, itching a little.

Covering the light with his hands, he looked at the three wizards in front of him and sighed with emotion.

"Merlin's beard/socks/briefs!"

Rig and Ron squinted at Harry, who was the last to speak, it wasn't the first time Harry had said such a strange combination.

Harry, who grew up in the Muggle world, scratched his head blankly and asked Ron, "Didn't you say that?" I thought it would work together? ”

Ron's face flushed, "It could be, but, but ......"

What Harry said every time was a bit too much for Ron, who was innocent and prone to overthinking.

Rig slowly lowered the hand covering Hermione's eyes, and Hermione opened them.

"Merlin's wig."

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Sleepy, sleepy, yesterday pondered the outline until three o'clock, and was called up early this morning.

But there is good news, I don't have sheep! It is estimated that I was too tired to stay up late to code words before, and I fell ill directly.

(End of chapter)