From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 132 Seeker Duel

"Maybe I can ask Dumbledore to help me collect the Horcruxes instead of destroying them as soon as I get them." An idea suddenly occurred to Ivy.

The most clever lie is often not about making up an illusion, but about selectively telling the truth.

At this time, Dumbledore's understanding of Voldemort's Horcruxes was not in-depth, and a little misleading might make Dumbledore his helper rather than a hindrance.

Ivy pondered for a while, thinking about what kind of words to use to mislead Dumbledore.

"Professor Victor?" Dumbledore saw Ivy standing there in a daze, and woke him up with a voice. "The young wizards have passed through Professor Sprout's Devil's Snare, and will face Professor Flitwick's level next. Aren't you curious about what they will do?"

"Well...it's okay to go down and take a look." Ivy still looked daydreaming and answered nonchalantly.

So the two wizards who were over a hundred years old used the Disillusionment Charm again to cover their bodies and floated down from the cave.

Of course, Dumbledore used the flying technique he developed himself. Including Voldemort and Snape, there are not many wizards in the HP world who can fly solely by their own magic.

But for DND mages, this spell is just a 3rd-level spell.

They were like two ghosts, quietly floating above the heads of several little wizards.

With Malfoy's ridicule above, this time when Hermione faced the sweeping Devil's Snare, she did not panic and look for firewood everywhere, but simply conjured up a handful of blue bellflower-like flames.

The tentacles of the devil's snare avoided the light and warmth brought by the fire and slowly retreated into the wall.

"You're amazing, Hermione!" Harry praised. "Luckily you listened carefully in Herbology class!"

"Gryffindor is now one point ahead, how do you feel about that, Malfoy?" Ron never missed any opportunity to taunt his opponent.

Malfoy curled his lips and said to Cassandra who was squatting on the ground, "Miss Volley, aren't you very good at Herbology? How come you were outdone by that Muggle-born Granger?"

Cassandra ignored him and continued squatting on the ground busying herself with something.

"What are you doing?" The magic triangle who had already walked to the next door turned around and looked at Slytherin who had stopped.

"I'm collecting seeds of the Devil's Snare..." Cassandra muttered to herself, her hands never stopping. Of all the courses at Hogwarts, her favorite was Herbology. "...I wonder how Professor Sprout managed to grow it so big...I want to take some back and try..."

Devil's Snare is a plant that blooms at night, just like Epiphyllum, and their flowering period is very short, and they will wither immediately after pollination. It seems that Professor Sprout, who planted this huge Devil's Snare here, did not forget it. It should be she who helped the Devil's Snare to complete the pollination.

Cassandra was able to find seeds on the Devil's Snare plant at this time, thanks to Professor Sprout's hard work and carefulness.

Cassandra's seed collection was soon completed, and the eclectic team reunited once again.

"Do we really need to wait for them?" Ron spread his hands.

"Even if you don't wait for us, we will catch up soon." Malfoy insisted on not losing to Weasley and stared at Ron. "Forget it, we Gryffindors are known for being upright and honest. We are not like the shameless Slytherins who only play tricks." Ron, who thought he had the upper hand, mocked again.

"Look! There are so many birds!" Hermione shouted as she pushed open the door.

Behind the door was a brightly lit room. Under the high vaulted ceiling were countless glowing birds, flapping their wings and flying around the room.

"Will they attack me if we cross the room?" Harry asked worriedly.

"I heard that Professor Victor taught the Shield Charm to the sixth graders. If we knew that spell, maybe we wouldn't have to worry." Hermione sighed, "It's a pity that we are too young. Many advanced spells are not open to us."

"So, this is a level set by Professor Victor?" Ron asked. "It doesn't make sense. He obviously only started teaching us in the second half of the school year. Even if the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor set up the level here, it should be Quirrell, right?"

"Oh! You really should get your eyes treated! Especially the nearsighted Scarhead Harry!" Malfoy came over with a key, "Look carefully, those flying above are not birds, they are keys!"

"This should be Professor Flitwick's level. He used a spell to make the keys grow wings. He also placed a flying broom at the door." Cassandra took a look at the broom by the door and deduced the result.

"Let's compete, Potter!" Malfoy had already taken off on his broom. "Slytherin's Seeker will retire next school year, and I plan to take his place. But now, I don't mind giving you a defeat first."

"Who can find the key to open the door first?" Harry also got on a broom. "Malfoy, you are not Ivy, you can't beat me!"

"Your big talk won't change your identity, Potter, you Slytherin's defeated opponent!" Malfoy had already risen into the air, and he grabbed a flying key and threw it down, "Try this!"

But no one picked up the keys that were dropped on the ground.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "There are a thousand keys in the sky! There has to be only one that is the right one."

She ran to the other side of the room and looked closely at the door lock.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Harry kicked off the ground and flew up as well.

The keys in the air were not as easy to catch as Harry had imagined. With the help of magic, the winged keys could always make turns that violated the laws of physics, and Harry was dodged several times.

In order to join the Quidditch team next year, Malfoy actually started training with the Slytherin Quidditch team a long time ago. Because of the well-known incident of donating brooms, the seven trolls from number one to number seven on the Slytherin team had no reason to refuse Malfoy, so after receiving Malfoy's request, troll number one Flint (captain) allowed him to do special training with the Seeker.

That's how Malfoy was able to catch a small, unguarded key.

"Harry!" Hermione had finished studying the lock, "What you're looking for is a large key! It should be silver! Maybe it will have some antique patterns on it as embellishment!"

"Got it!" Harry trusted his teammates very much, so he flew his broom into the vortex of colorful wings.

"Thank you for the information, Granger!" Malfoy, who was sitting high up, also heard it and greeted Hermione with a smile.

(End of this chapter)