Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Chapter 914 The Flying Key

After a period of darkness, the three landed with trepidation.

They all looked shaken, but thankfully they knew this wasn't a slide in an amusement park.

It is a dangerous forbidden area on campus.

"Oh!"

"This is really too exciting, Harry!"

Ron said, shaking off the drool from the fur balls on his body, his face full of excitement.

"Yes, that's fantastic!"

Harry followed up.

"But are those tree branches or vines below?"

Harry looked down and asked.

After falling from such a height, the three touched each other and realized that none of them were injured. Then they looked around and noticed the problem with their feet.

Ron lowered his head and groped around:
"What kind of plant is this?"

"It feels like rubber, and it's quite soft!"

The three were relieved that they were alright.

But the next moment.

Ron felt a tightness in his ankle.

Looking down, he saw a black vine, as thick as an arm, starting to curl upwards along his calf.

This black vine is as flexible as an arrow.

And this is just the beginning.

Next.

All the black branches within the three people's line of sight began to move.

Hands, feet, knees, arms, and then the whole body.

Before long, the three of them were wrapped up like rice dumplings.

Feeling her grip tightening, Hermione finally realized:

"Don't move, don't even move!"

"Listen up, you two, this is the Devil's Web!"

"Just relax your whole body!"

"Although the devil's web is a carnivorous plant, it doesn't eat dead things."

"So as long as you don't move, there won't be any problems; otherwise, things will only get tighter."

Ron, who had been shouting and yelling since being restrained, clearly hadn't heard everything.

"What? A carnivorous plant??"

"I don't want to die, Hermione! Save me!"

While shouting, Ron twisted his body even more vigorously.

At this moment, Hermione had stopped making any movements.

As she remained still, it was visibly observed that the branches and vines on her body grew quieter and quieter, as if they had lost their vitality, and then slowly loosened.

Finally, Hermione fell straight down from the black vines.

Hermione, realizing the restraints had disappeared, immediately shouted:

"Trust me, relax, you must relax!"

After saying that, he disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Harry took a deep breath, suppressed his survival instincts and stopped struggling. Not long after, he also fell down.

But this sudden change startled Ron.

This person became even more excited.

The holes where the two people fell in were quickly filled by branches and vines.

Upon seeing this, Ron immediately began to cry and scream.

"No. Harry, Hermione, what's wrong with you?"

"Hermione..."

at the same time.

Beneath the black devil's web.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, it's okay."

Listen to the shouting from above.

Harry rubbed his forehead: "What about Ron?"

"Clearly, he hasn't realized the problem yet!"

"Won't this entangle you until you die?"

Hermione, who was unharmed beside her, nodded:
"Trust me, definitely. Devil's Net loves this kind of food."

"The more vibrant the branches are, the more excited they become."

Harry sighed helplessly:
"Well, Ron is such an idiot!"

"Can't he just pay attention in class?!"

Hermione was becoming increasingly impatient.

Fortunately, Hermione knew at that moment that only she could save him.

“We have to figure something out. This is the Devil’s Web, a plant we talked about in herbalism class, yes, it was in herbalism class.”

"I remember the professor mentioning the characteristics of the Devil's Web at the time. The Devil's Web, the Devil's Web, the Devil's Web is deadly, it's dark!"

"That's right, it's afraid of sunlight, yes, sunlight!"

"That's why it's so dark here."

After saying that, Hermione drew her wand without hesitation and pointed it at the spot where they had just fallen.

"As bright as day!"

A dazzling white light burst forth from the tip of Hermione's wand, the brilliant white light shooting upwards in a beam.

The black vines began to tremble and contract, and soon a figure fell down and landed in front of them.

Hermione then put away her wand.

Without the white light, the black vines returned to their original state.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"what!"

"Oh, I'm coming down."

"Harry, Hermione, I've come to find you!!!"

Ron fell to the ground, clutched his head, and started screaming.

Harry and Hermione were left feeling helpless at the sight.

five minutes later.

Ron was helped up by Harry: "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, it seems I did it. I've relaxed and stopped panicking. I really am a genius!"

"Come on, let's continue our adventure."

After saying this, Ron didn't dare to look Harry and Hermione in the eye.

He just kept putting his hands on his hips.

It seems that only in this way can one save face.

There was nothing he could do; at this moment, twelve-year-old Ron was still thinking about saving face for his friends.

This is an age where saving face is more important than life itself.

Harry said, looking completely speechless:

"You should be thankful that Hermione attended the herbalism class."

"Otherwise, we'll just have to wait for Professor McGonagall today."

After the three finished speaking, they walked towards the only passage below the Devil's Net.

Didn't take a few steps.

"What is this sound?"

Hermione, with her best ears, spoke softly.

Harry and Ron also slowed down.

As the silence deepened, the sounds became increasingly clear the further we went.

Both of them heard a peculiar noise.

Harry paused for a moment:
"It's wings, it sounds like the sound of wings flapping!"

"No, it has many wings!"

Ron asked in a low voice:

"So are we still in the academy?"

"This doesn't look like a school building at all!"

Ron pointed to a leaning stone pillar on one side.

Harry surveyed the architectural style of the passageway:
"It should be. Don't forget, besides the classrooms we usually use for learning, there are many that are abandoned or disused."

"This place should have been transformed by Dean Dumbledore into a secret chamber to store the Philosopher's Stones."

Hermione nodded:

"We were just going down, and the restricted area is on the third floor, so we're probably on the first or second floor now."

"And I heard Professor McGonagall say that the college used to have a basement."

As they spoke, Harry and his two companions reached the end of the passage.

That peculiar sound came from inside this wooden door.

Harry nervously pushed open the door. All three of them were stunned by the scene inside.

Just like I just said.

Wings, lots of wings!

However, the winged creatures weren't owls or other small birds, but rather keys of various shapes.

At a glance, there were at least a thousand keys with wings flying haphazardly in the air.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood in the doorway, dumbfounded as they stared at the creatures flying all over the room.

The key's wings gleamed metallically in the dim light, their buzzing echoing through the stone walls like a swarm of restless bees.

They give off an extremely intimidating vibe.

Hermione murmured:

"I have never seen this kind of bird before."

Harry: "That's not a bird, it's a key."

"key?"

In response to their doubts, Harry stated definitively:

"It's a key with wings."

Ron asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Harry nodded: "It's simple, since it's a key, it opens the door."

"There must be a key that opens that door."

Harry pointed to the opposite side.

The three of them entered this space.

Besides the keys flying everywhere, there was also a very old flying broom in the middle.

Directly opposite the flying broomstick is a closed door.

After walking over, Ron first gave it a push.

Then he pulled out his wand and became very serious.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

The light flashed, but the door remained unresponsive.

"Okay, no response yet, but don't look at me like that, give it a try, what if it works!"

Hermione covered her face and asked, "So what should we do next?"

"Is that what I think?"

Harry and Ron looked up at the keys flying around the ceiling, clearly realizing something as well.

So they all nodded.

"I'm afraid we'll need to find one of these thousands of keys."

"How...how do we get across?" Ron swallowed hard. "We can't just grab them one by one and try them out, can we?"

Hermione shook her head:

"If we don't have a special method, we probably won't be able to find it even if we stay up until dawn."

Ron crouched down and looked at the tightly closed door, this unusually intelligent man exclaiming.

"No, no, no, Harry, Hermione, look at this keyhole!"

"Although it may not be entirely accurate, it should be possible to deduce the approximate shape of the key from the keyhole."

"We should find a key that is big enough, old enough, and possibly even rusty."

Harry and Hermione looked over:

"If the keyhole is big, the key must be big, but why say it's rusty?"

"Why do you say that?"

Ron pushed the door open:

"It's simple. Since the doorknob was rusty, I figured the key would be about the same."

Ron opened his palm, revealing a layer of yellowish-brown rust on it.

Just then, Harry looked up and saw a key swooping down.

As luck would have it, the key perfectly matched Ron's earlier prediction.

“I see it… It’s big enough, old enough, and rusty enough, it must be it!”

Ron looked at him seriously: "Come on, Harry, get on the flying broomstick!"

"If Professor Snape can do it, so can you."

"This key is much bigger than the Golden Snitch."

"Also, you are the only new Seeker in over a hundred years."

"Also the youngest Seeker!"

Harry took a deep breath and nodded at the two of them.

"Alright, I'll give it a try. You two stand at the door and get ready."

After saying that, Harry grabbed the broom next to him, but that was the moment.

The keys, which had been flying around, suddenly began to accelerate, their speed comparable to that of a swarm of bees circling a hive.

Now we see a bee colony whose hive has been destroyed.

They were moving so fast that Ron and Hermione could no longer see them clearly.

Moreover, these keys flew higher and became more scattered.

Harry, unmoved by the sight, mounted the horse and soared into the sky.

As Harry drew nearer, the keys flew faster and faster, until finally they resembled a storm awaiting someone's arrival.

Without the slightest hesitation, Harry plunged in.

It was at this point that Hermione and Ron learned why the Golden Snitch was round.

Because of other shapes, flying at high speed.

It had somehow transformed into something resembling a sharp weapon.

Perhaps because he was new to the game, Harry Potter was also stunned by this change.

But now that all the keys were in motion, Harry had no choice but to quickly pull up his broom and chase after them, as if being forced into a corner.

But it was at this time that...

Those keys, which had been aimlessly flying, suddenly shot towards Harry like bullets aimed at a target.

Ron's expression was complicated upon witnessing this scene:

"I knew it. It wasn't that simple."

"These keys can also be used for attacks?"

"How could anyone possibly catch that?"

Harry moved nimbly through the air, and thankfully the dome in this space was wide enough.

Otherwise, Harry really wouldn't have had a chance to deal with these keys.

The rushing wind whipped Harry's hair into a tangled mess, and all he could hear was the buzzing of countless key wings vibrating at high speed.

Harry's eyes were fixed on the rusty, bronze key that was several sizes larger than the others.

That's the goal!

Ron and Hermione below held their breath in tension, their hands gripping their robes, their eyes following the figure that was darting through the storm of keys.

"To the left, Harry! It's over there!"

Ron shouted, though Harry probably couldn't hear him at all.

Harry Potter's Quidditch talent was on full display at this moment.

As he lowered his body, the broom suddenly swooped down, narrowly avoiding several high-speed spikes of keys.

At the same time, his right hand precisely reached out to the side and forward!
"Okay, Harry's caught!"

Hermione shouted excitedly.

It was just now.

Harry leaped into the air and dodged one stone beam after another that stretched across the sky, only to find a familiar face among the keys fluttering around him.

It was an old-fashioned key, rather large, and already rusty.

Harry then realized that all the keys would fly towards him.

This game will be no exception.

Harry didn't even have time to think before he reached out his hand.

He grabbed the key.

That's why Hermione cheered.

However, even though he got the key, the other keys kept flying around, tracking Harry.

This forced him to maintain his speed and prevent him from even landing.

Hermione saw this and pulled Ron directly to the closed front door.

"Harry, throw him down, quick!"

"Let's open the door!"

Harry pressed down on the broom, which swept across in a ninety-degree arc: