The corridor on the fourth floor was silent. Harry's footsteps echoed through the hallway.

There weren't many empty classrooms in the hallway, and there was a strong stench, and Harry followed the smell, and soon found the classroom where Louwi was kept.

Looking at the tightly clasped classroom door, and the footprints in the dust beneath the door, he knew that Quirrell was already there.

Pushing open the door, the smell of animal feces and pee came to his face, and the classroom was very empty, and there was nothing, but Harry was still keenly aware of the handful of animal hair at his feet.

Suddenly, he understood.

Quirrell though got a solution to Lowe.

However, because Hagrid reported the situation to Dumbledore in a timely manner, Dumbledore changed his strategy.

That's what Quirrell didn't have a chance to take advantage of.

In desperation, he could only report to the Ministry of Magic, and by the way, he took the opportunity to let the Ministry of Magic contain Uncle Muen and Dumbledore.

As for what the strategy of that change was, whether it was to change to a more terrifying animal to guard the place, or to make some other arrangements, he did not know.

Thinking about it, his eyes fell on the trapdoor, which had been opened, and Harry walked briskly over it, only to see a dark tunnel below.

He didn't hesitate and jumped straight off.

Cold, damp air whirred in his ears. He fell downward, then plopped and managed to reach the cushion layer made of nowhere.

He snapped his fingers.

"Fluorescent flicker—"

The next moment, a piercing scream sounded, as if it was about to pierce his brain, and even directly interrupted his spell!

However, in the faint light just now, he could already see where the screams were coming from.

"A bunch of mandrakes!!"

Harry covered his ears, feeling like his whole head was going to explode. He walked forward step by step, but he couldn't take two steps, but he couldn't continue.

"No... Cast... I'm a wizard—" he thought with all his might. However, he had to cover his ears with his hands at the moment.

If you let go, I'm afraid that I will be instantly knocked out by the cries of these mandrakes.

Test the school's ability to cast spells... Case!

He covered his ears with his palms, and his fingers began to run slightly in the air.

"The flames are blazing—"

Suddenly, on both sides, a strong flame suddenly burst out, and Harry's eyes looked ahead, but the incantation in his mouth did not stop.

"The Flames Opened the Way—"

The next moment, the flames spread like dragons towards the tunnel ahead, and in a short time the cry of the whole tunnel was much quieter, and after a while, it was not until all the mandrakes were charred that Harry let go of his hands.

After a moment's pause, Harry took a bottle of energy potion from his belt pack and put it in his mouth. Then he walked into the next room.

Mandrake... You know, this thing's cry can kill.

Harry felt goosebumps blow up all over his body, and he didn't even dare to think about how terrifying the level was ahead.

After taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

Crunch –

Before Harry could react, a dark shadow stabbed at him.

With a bang, a blood-stained dinner knife grazed his ear and stabbed against the wall.

"It's dangerous..."

He walked out of the room quickly, but luckily the guys didn't rush out.

Thinking about it, he stood outside the door, carefully examining the inside of the room.

There were more than a dozen monsters in the room, nurses covered in blood-stained bandages, and spiders spliced together from various toy heads.

In addition to these, what is even more frightening is a butcher wearing a blood-stained apron.

He was muscular, and he carried a large knife taller than a Harryman. The skull is a huge triangle wrapped in it, which looks terrifying.

Of course, in addition to these monsters, Harry also saw a group of broken stone statues, which appeared to be huge chess statues, on which Harry saw the shadows of the king, queen, and other chess pieces.

At the same time, he also noticed the severed arm of a blood-stained nurse, and the broken section was impressively gray stone.

"Transfiguration is a monster..."

"Those broken stones, the handiwork of Quirrell's onslaught?!"

Harry's face was solemn, he didn't think he could force his way through like Quirrell, even... It's possible that the blood stains on these monsters aren't all decorations.

It's also possible that it's from Quirrell.

Soon, though, Harry discovered the problem.

The monsters, all of them had been motionless since he walked out of the room.

"This is..."

Harry picked up a charred piece of mandrake next to him and threw it in.

Bang -

Suddenly, the surrounding monsters launched a brazen attack.

But those attacks didn't just fall on the mandrake's corpse.

Part of the attack landed on the monster Harry had smashed.

"Voice?!"

He looked back at the mandrake tunnel that had been washed by the flames, and he had a vague attempt in his mind.

Thinking about it, the mage's hand appeared silently and extended into the monster room.

And those monsters didn't react to the glow-blue mage's hand.

Smack-

He slapped a monster in the back of the head.

In the next moment, two knives, three forks, and two sharp ghostly claws attacked!

Really.

Thinking of this, he manipulated the mage's hand and clapped his palms in the corner, and for a while, the monsters in the entire room were agitated and were led to the corner.

It wasn't until there was clear ground ahead that Harry tried to get inside. His steps were light, and he didn't attract the attention of the monsters at all.

Soon, he was in front of the next door.

"The sound of the mandrake corresponds to the monster here..."

"So the monsters here... Is there a mechanism behind the next door?! ”

Thinking about it, Harry pushed the door open.

Behind the third door, there is an empty and large classroom, and in front, a short figure has his back to him, wearing a custom-made tuxedo, like...

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"Professor Flitwick?!" Harry tried to shout, closing the door behind him.

Spells...

"Professor Flitwick." Harry shouted again, his wand aimed at Flitwick.

Then he saw the man turn around.

Harry walked over—

Suddenly, I saw that Professor Flitwick's hand instantly released a spell.

Harry quickly rolled over and dodged, and the entire floor shattered with a bang.

An extremely powerful Split Spell!

He hurriedly aimed his wand at "Flitwick", but the other party turned around again, and had no intention of attacking again.

Harry suddenly remembered a game...

A game that can correspond to the characteristics of the monsters in that room.

One, two, three, wooden man.

"Who the hell made this level!!" He roared in his heart, and just stood up, only to see Flitwick turn again.

Harry froze for a moment in a half-crouched position, not daring to move again.

Sure enough, this time, "Professor Flitwick" slowly turned around after looking around the room.

Harry quickly stood up, half-squatting was a bit tiring.

The next moment, Flitwick turned around again without warning—