HP: Slytherin disguise

It seemed that Harry and the others had already entered.

Glancing at the dog who was still sleeping there, Decorah walked into the room and closed the door.

He turned slightly and came to the trap door.

Decorah bent down and raised his hand to open the trap door.

It was pitch dark inside and there seemed to be no ladder.

Looking back at the sober dog, Decorah jumped directly.

Landed on something soft.

The light was dim, but Decorah was unfazed by the darkness.

He likes the night but longs for the sun.

Looking up at the entrance of the cave, it was very small, like a spot of light.

At this moment, his ankle was caught by something.

Decorah lowered his head and saw a vine tightening around his ankle, and then climbed up the rock.

"Devil's Net?"

Taking a step back, he tried hard to tear away the restraints of the vines.

As he thought, the more he struggled, the tighter he became.

At some point, a few more vines slid over.

The next second, the wand in Decorah's hand emitted a faint blue flame.

Those vines faded instantly.

Seems to be afraid of fire.

Devil's net likes darkness and moisture, and can be controlled by light and fire.

Jump off the plant.

Decorah stepped on the ground.

Ahead, a stone corridor appeared in his eyes. This was the only road and entrance.

Entering the stone corridor, Decorah walked quickly forward. The strong wind blew his long run, and the crisp footsteps echoed in the corridor.

The sound of water dripping along the wall is particularly ethereal.

There was a gentle rustling and tinkling, and Decorah knew that the end was coming to an end.

Sure enough, he didn't walk for a while, and the front reached the end. He saw a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling above, and countless jewel-like colorful birds flying around the room.

Opposite the room, there is a wooden door that looks particularly heavy.

Get past these annoying birds.

Decorah came to the door, raised his hand, held the door handle, and pulled back. The door didn't move at all. He pushed forward again, but it couldn't be pushed open.

When he lowered his head, he realized that the door was locked.

After a moment of silence, Decorah seemed to have thought of something and looked up at the shining 'birds'

Not so much a bird.

Rather, it is a key with wings.

After looking at the broomstick placed next to him, Decorah took one, turned back and looked carefully at the shape of the keyhole, and then he flew up on the broomstick.

Breaking into the dense array of keys, Decorah looked around.

Until, he saw a big silver key. The wings of this key trembled very little. It seemed that someone had held it hard and the wings were somewhat damaged.

"Accio!"

The wand emits a white light that hits the flying silver key.

The silver key moved over instantly.

Decorah raised her hand to hold it, and then rode the broomstick back to the ground.

Throwing the broom aside, Decorah came to the wooden door, inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it. With a click, the heavy wooden door trembled, and it opened with a push.

The moment the silver key was released, it flew away.

Returned to the complex key array.

When I walked to the second room, it was so dark inside that I couldn't see my fingers.

Decorah just took a step inside.

The whole room was instantly brightly lit.

At this moment, he was standing on a huge chessboard, with black chess pieces in front of him, several heads higher than Decorah.

Is this a game of chess?

After glancing at the door behind the chess pieces, Decorah knew that he needed to act as a chess piece to pass the level.

But he doesn't intend to use himself as a pawn.

He hates chess pieces, and he plays the chess piece himself!

After moving her body, Decorah rushed straight towards the door.

It seems that a break-in was detected.

The black and white chess pieces raised their swords and rushed over, slashing hard at Decorah who did not follow the rules.

"All petrified!"

A spell was cast on the nearest chess piece, and that piece instantly turned into stone.

Dodge the swords that come in succession.

Decorah was extremely agile, and his speed was so fast that the black and white chess pieces could not react, so he came to the door.

There were no living things on the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces were stunned for a moment, and then quickly moved back to their original positions and continued to stand guard.

But in the corner, Decorah found Ron lying motionless.

He hesitated.

Decorah walked over anyway, then squatted down to see if Ron was dead.

He took a breath.

He was overthinking it, Ron was still alive.

But it seemed like he was just in a coma.

Seeing that no one was dead, Decorah stood up and returned to the door, then opened the door.

He didn't bother to think about why Harry and Hermione left Ron behind.

Follow the corridor.

Soon, he came to another door.

Frowning, Decorah felt irritated in his heart, there was no end to it, right?

Kicking open the door, Decorah walked directly in.

The disgusting smell came, and Decorah immediately covered his nose and almost vomited.

Although it was a little blurry, Decorah still opened his eyes wide and looked at the room carefully.

However, in this room, there was only one giant monster that seemed to be dead. This giant monster was much larger than the one in the toilet last time. It just lay on the ground, motionless, with blood flowing all over the floor.

After going around the troll.

Another door.

Taking a deep breath, Decorah kept comforting himself not to be angry, not to be angry.

He doesn't understand, what's the point of a fake magic stone?

When the real magic stone was there, no one paid any attention to it, and it was just placed in the mirror, but Decorah was sure that not everyone could put their hand into this mirror.

open the door.

A table with seven bottles of different shapes.

Decorah raised his feet and crossed the threshold. As soon as he entered the room, a purple flame instantly rose behind him, sealing the doorway.

The door leading to the next place in front was surrounded by a black flame.

It perfectly explains what a double attack is.

Curling his lips, Decorah's patience was almost exhausted.

Picking up the parchment roll on the table, Decorah unfolded it and read:

Danger is in front of you, safety lies behind.

There are two of us who can help you.

They drink it, one leads you forward, the other returns you to where you came from.

Two are filled with nettle wine and three are killers. Wait in line to choose, unless you want to stay here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide themselves, they actually stand to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are different. If you want to move forward, neither of them will be useful to you;

Thirdly, you will find that the bottles are of different sizes, and that there is no death hidden in the giants and dwarfs;

Fourth, second from the left and second from the right.

Although they look different, the taste is the same.

He hates guessing, choosing, running his brain to think.

But fortunately he has memories of his past life.

Decorah didn't pay attention to this theoretical riddle at all.

Raising his hand to pick up one of the most inconspicuous bottles, Decorah opened the lid, hesitated for a moment, and drank it into his stomach.

An icy chill rose and Decorah dropped the vial.