Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

For the first time, Daphne wavered as to whether she needed to learn such advanced magic.

Before she jumped down, she was worried about Harry's life, but after seeing that he was fine and had somehow escaped the trap door, Daphne's mentality changed slightly: Who A trap set? Do you have any basic knowledge about arranging defense mechanisms? Is it necessary to lay a layer of shock-absorbing material on the ground to prevent thieves from being injured?

Harry didn't think too much, he shouted towards the hole, asking Ron to jump down too.

With a plop, Ron fell flat on his back next to Harry.

"What the hell is this?" he asked.

"I don't know. It seems to be a kind of plant. It feels like it is laid here to absorb shock."

Daphne was speechless when she heard Harry's words: Don't you think it's strange that there are shock-absorbing plants here?

Suddenly, she felt something grab her ankle and quickly crawled along the heel of her shoe and wrapped around the arch of her foot.

Daphne suddenly realized something. She struggled hard and finally threw off the shoes on her feet before escaping.

After escaping to a safe open space, Daphne was able to observe what had just attacked her, and then she recognized it. The ground was covered with devil's net.

Daphne reacted quickly enough and escaped. Harry and Ron were more unlucky. One fell early, and the other lay directly on the devil's net. When Daphne noticed the abnormality, both of them were unable to escape.

"Help, help!"

"What is this stuff--"

Harry and Ron struggled desperately, but the vines became tighter and tighter. They tried their best to only temporarily stop the vines so that they could not wrap around their necks.

If no one comes to rescue them, the two little wizards will eventually be strangled to death as their strength is exhausted.

"Wait a minute, the flames are blazing!" Daphne pulled out her wand and muttered something. A blue flame as thick as her wrist emerged from the tip of her wand and rolled towards the devil's vine on the ground. In just a few seconds, the vines wrapped around Harry and Ron receded. They twisted and twitched, scurrying away from the flames, allowing the two unfortunates to regain their freedom.

Instead of dissipating the flames, Daphne turned it into a fireball that floated overhead to illuminate everyone.

"Thank you for listening carefully in the Herbology class." Harry leaned against the wall and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Ron noticed that during the entanglement just now, Daphne's shoes were swept away by the devil's ivy, leaving only a pair of thin black socks on her feet.

"How about you wear mine first?" He thought for a moment, took off his shoes and handed them over.

Daphne told herself "Ron has good intentions" several times in her heart, but after seeing the pair of black shoes he handed over, she still felt that her expression was out of control.

Her face twitched twice, and she floated directly into the air about an inch above the ground. After taking two deep breaths, she put a business smile on her face again: "No need, it won't affect you. Let's go quickly and protect ourselves." The magic stone is important."

After hearing what Daphne said, Harry and Ron no longer delayed and headed deeper along the only passage.

At the end of the corridor was a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling. Countless little birds, as dazzling as gems, were flapping their wings and flying around the room.

There is a heavy wooden door on the opposite side of the room.

"Will these birds attack us when we cross the room?" Ron looked solemn.

"I think it's possible, but we have no choice -" Harry nodded.

"That's not a bird." Daphne interrupted their conversation. She pointed at the ceiling, letting Harry and Ron see clearly that those flying things were not birds, but keys with wings.

"I feel like I need to fly up and grab the key that can open that door from among those keys."

"There must be hundreds of keys in here!" Harry looked at the densely packed group of keys and felt his scalp numb.

"This place has been broken into before us, so the correct key has most likely been captured once." Daphne analyzed it carefully and came to the conclusion: "Look around and see if there is any The key shows signs of being caught, so I'll try other methods."

The three of them split up. Harry and Ron rode the broomsticks piled in the corner of the room to grab the keys, while Daphne came to the door to see if she could open the door by other means.

She first tried the most unpretentious method: push - someone had broken in here before, and the door might have been opened by it.

But the door didn't move at all.

She tried the lock-picking spell again, but it had no effect.

Looking at the wooden door, Daphne had a bold idea.

She took a few steps back, and then directed an attack spell at the door.

She blasted a gap of about a foot into the solid oak door. Although the power was not as powerful as she expected, it was still pretty good.

Daphne immediately started to stand and output, wind blades, ice arrows, fireballs... She used all the various forms of attack magic she learned from Les on this door.

She felt that the magic spell stored in her necklace would most likely open the door, but this spell was her trump card, how could she use it casually? A few times a few times, the door was blown apart bit by bit.

Harry and Ron, who were floating in the air, were stunned and almost forgot their mission.

However, Daphne's efforts ultimately failed, because when she blew a large hole in the wooden door, she discovered that there was a thick iron door underneath.

She didn't know how long it would take to blow the iron door to pieces. More importantly, she couldn't guarantee that there wouldn't be another door behind the iron door.

Fortunately, there is good news from Harry and Ron - they have locked a key and are intercepting it.

Ron dived down, and Harry followed closely behind the key. Under the attack of the two, the key quickly flew to the ground. Daphne directly raised her wand and waved upward——

A small wind blade emerged from the tip of her staff, accurately hitting the fleeing key and cutting off one of its wings.

The key, missing half of its wings, fell to the ground with a hiss, and was held tightly in Daphne's hand.

He picked up the key and came to the door, stuffed it into the keyhole, turned it again, and with a click, the door swung open on its own.

Looking at the one-foot-thick iron door, Daphne was glad that the spell had not damaged the mechanism in the door, otherwise the three of them might not have been able to push the door open.

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The third update is here. Good night everyone and Happy New Year!