Harry was especially happy about Allen's arrival. He was well aware of Allen's strength. Originally, when he saw the half-open door, he thought that it might be too late to wait for Allen to arrive. As it turned out, Allen had been waiting here for a long time!
Harry and the others looked at each other and pushed the door open.
Following the creaking sound of the door opening, a low barking immediately sounded in their ears. Although the big dog couldn't see them, all three of its noses were frantically twitching and sniffing in their direction.
"What's that at its feet?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
"It looks like a harp," Ron said. "It must have been left behind by Snape." “
"It's not Professor Snape." Allen thought to himself. But if he told them what he had seen at this time, it was conceivable that they would make a big fuss and ask questions. That would be too much of a waste of time. Anyway, they would soon know the truth.
Allen stretched out his magic wand and made the harp at Lu Wei's feet continue to play music. Allen took the lead and walked towards the trapdoor. When he got close to the three huge heads, he could feel the hot and smelly breath of the big dog.
Allen opened the trapdoor and looked inside. It was dark inside. Harry and the other two tiptoed to Allen's side.
"There's no ladder here. How do we get down?" Ron looked at the unfathomable hole, a little timid.
"Looks like we'll have to jump!" Harry said in a deep voice.
"Who wants to go down first? Are we really going to jump? " Ron said. "I don't know how deep this hole is."
While they were still discussing, Allen lifted his robe, pressed one hand on the edge of the hole, and jumped down resolutely.
The cold, damp air whistled past Allen's ears. He fell down, down, down, and then – plop. With a strange and dull thud, Allen landed on something soft. He sat up and felt about him. Although his eyes had not adjusted to the dim light, he knew that he was sitting on the Devil's Web.
"Soft landing, you can jump now!" Allen shouted at the entrance of the cave, which now looked like a postage stamp.
Harry was the first to jump down, followed by Ron on all fours.
"What is this thing?" Ron asked as soon as he opened his mouth.
"I don't know. It seems to be some kind of plant. It was probably laid here to reduce the impact of falling. Come on, Hermione! "Harry shouted at the entrance of the cave.
"Don't move. This is the Devil's Web." Allen had already quietly moved away from the pile of devils and stood on the ground, warning Harry and Ron at the same time.
Harry and Ron wanted to stand up like Allen, but their legs were unknowingly entangled by long vines. Hearing Allen's warning, the two of them remained motionless.
"Hermione, it's the Devil's Web. Be careful when you jump down." Hermione had just landed. Hearing this, she suddenly jumped up and struggled to move toward a wet wall. Although her reaction was very agile, the moment she fell, the Devil's Web stretched out its snake-like tendrils and wrapped around her ankles. Fortunately, Hermione was able to break free from the vines before they had the chance to grab hold of her.
Harry and Ron looked at Allen eagerly, while Hermione stood on the side in shock, desperately thinking about the habits of the Devil's Web. "Devil's Web, what did Professor Sprout say? He said it likes darkness and dampness … "
Without waiting for Hermione to figure out what to do, Allen had already pulled out his magic wand, waving it and chanting. From the top of his magic wand, a blue bellflower like flame shot out. In just a few seconds, Harry and Ron felt the vines shrinking away from the light and warmth, loosening their entanglement. The plants twisted and twitched, automatically loosening the tendrils wrapped around them. They finally broke free.
"Fortunately, you were here, Allen!" Harry looked at Allen gratefully.
"Hermione also thought of it." Ron added.
"But I panicked and couldn't think of a countermeasure." Hermione was very ashamed. She usually worked so hard, but at the critical moment, she couldn't think of a way at all. She was far inferior to Allen, who was also a good student. "It was Allen who recognized the Devil's Web, and it was he who took care of them. No wonder so many professors admire Allen. Allen, you are indeed outstanding. "Hermione looked at Allen with admiration.
"It's nothing. As long as you listen carefully in the herbal class, you will find out in time. Of course, Hermione is great. She guessed that it was the Devil's Web. "Allen spread his hands. His bad habit of being a teacher came back. He always liked to persuade others to learn.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. They deeply felt that they didn't know Allen well enough. From a gentle and amiable classmate to a teacher who urged people to work hard in an instant, what a unique style!
"Ahem, this way." Allen noticed his gaffe and pointed to a stone corridor. This was the only way.
They heard, in addition to their own footsteps, the sound of water dripping slowly along the wall. In such a quiet passage, it was particularly terrifying.
"Can you hear anything?" Ron whispered.
Everyone listened carefully. There seemed to be a soft rustling and tinkling sound in front of them.
"Could it be a ghost?"
"I don't know. It seems to be the sound of wings flapping."
"There is light in front. I see something moving."
They came to the end of the corridor. In front of them was a brightly lit room, with a high vaulted ceiling. Countless little birds that were as dazzling as gems flapped their wings and flew around the room. There was a heavy wooden door across the room.
"It's the key." Allen softly answered Ron's question and took the lead to walk through the door.
"Key?" Ron stared at the keys flying in the air in confusion.
"The key with wings, this means …" Before Harry could finish, he was interrupted by an excited voice. It was Hermione. "Look at Allen!"
Allen had already walked to a corner of the room, picked up a flying broom, and jumped on it.
"I understand. If we want to go through this door, we have to find the key." Harry suddenly realized.
"But there are hundreds of keys on it. It's too difficult to find the right key among so many keys!" Hermione had no talent for flying. She looked at the flying keys with wings and was a little worried.
Ron, on the other hand, carefully looked at the door. "We are looking for a big antique key. It might be silver and shaped like a doorknob."
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