Why Grind? I Took Out a Loan for Hogwarts
Chapter 141

The Professors' Test

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The fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

Inside a room lay a large, bored dog with three enormous, menacing heads; some were turning their heads to look around, while others were dozing with their eyes closed...

With a soft creak, the wooden door to the room opened.

Fluffy ' three heads all lifted up at once, looking in the direction the door had opened.

Fluffy was about to bark and snarl, instead wagged its tail after smelling the scent outside the door.

As Dumbledore led Lucien into the room, Fluffy's three big mouths barked in unison, and then he trotted over eagerly.

The middle head was brought close to Lucien, seemingly waiting to be stroked.

Seeing this, Dumbledore chuckled:

"Looks like Fluffy really likes you?"

Lucien generously reached out and scratched the Three-Headed Dog's scalp.

"I seem to be naturally popular with animals, and now I even have the blessing of Unicorn."

He pulled out three roasted lamb Fluffy, who caught them in mid-air with a giant mouth.

Fluffy squatted on the ground, his three heads swaying back and forth, slowly chewing on the fragrant lamb leg.

Dumbledore and Lucien arrived at the Trapdoor, and the trapdoor opened automatically.

Lucien poked his head out of the dark cave entrance and looked down.

But what came first was a faint, rustling sound, like some kind of snake slithering among the branches and leaves.

It was very dark below, without a single ray of light, so Lucien quietly activated his Eye of Magic Sight.

Suddenly, his vision was filled with a large expanse of tangled, dark green vines. These vines, like giant pythons and snakes, were tightly clustered together and slowly twitching.

It was completely empty when I visited before, but now it's covered in Devil's Snare.

This magical plant has a strong strangulation ability; it can even bind powerful creatures like Troll for a period of time.

However, its drawbacks are also obvious.

It is afraid of light and fire.

Ordinary wild beasts or even common Magical Creatures cannot produce light and fire.

But for a wizard, this is too easy.

For example, the simplest Lumos is something a young wizard learns in their very first Charms lesson.

Hmm, Professor Sprout designed this level, is really kind.

As long as you can identify the Devil's Snare, you can easily pass the level.

"Lumos"

A small sphere of light condensed at the tip of Lucien's staff.

Then the small ball of light detached from the wand and fell through the hole, suddenly expanding in size and radiating brilliant light.

The snake-like strips of paper were all forced back, revealing large gaps.

Lucien transformed into an owl and flew down.

It naturally transforms into human form as it approaches the ground and lands steadily.

I looked up and saw the Devil's Snare slowly closing.

At this height, the Devil's Snare can also act as a cushioning pad.

The headmaster of Hufflepuff is kind and thoughtful.

"This level is easy, right?"

Dumbledore had appeared beside him unnoticed, asked.

Lucien nodded.

"Yes, as long as we can identify the Devil's Snare and recall its weaknesses—its fear of light and fire—we'll be fine."

"In the review class a few days ago, Professor Sprout specifically mentioned this plant, saying it was on the exam."

They've already fed him to his mouth.

The two walked through the long corridor and arrived at the room at the end.

"Rustle--"

The sound of flapping wings was incessant, and countless jewel-like birds Accio around the room.

Upon closer inspection, Lucien realized that those weren't "birds" at all, but rather keys with wings.

Professor Flitwick's test.

Lucien walked to the heavy wooden door on the other side of the room, examined the keyhole, and memorized its shape and size.

Although he noticed the Flying Broomstick in the corner, Lucien didn't use them, instead Transfiguration back into an owl.

He didn't even need the aid of the Eye of Magic Sight; the owl's own excellent dynamic vision was enough for him to lock onto his target.

A large silver key with sky-blue wings.

With a flap of his wings, Lucien seized the key in a few swift movements.

Then they successfully passed the test set by their own dean.

Dumbledore couldn't help but clap his hands gently and silently praise Lucien's skillful Animagus Transformation.

After moving to the next room...

The previously dark environment suddenly became brightly lit, and the room itself was a huge chessboard with black and white chess pieces distributed on it, two or three meters high.

Professor McGonagall's Wizard's Chess level.

After glancing at the chess pieces, Lucien shook his head at Dumbledore.

"Principal, this level should normally require the cooperation of multiple people."

Dumbledore some curiosity:

"From what you're saying, there's another solution?"

Lucien flicked his wand.

"It's simple for Black to win; a brute-force approach is to destroy all of White's stones, or..."

As he spoke, Lucien tapped his wand repeatedly, and the white pieces all turned into black pieces.

"Or we could simply turn all the white pieces into black pieces, leaving only black pieces on the board."

Dumbledore's lips twitched slightly beneath his mustache. These chess pieces were all Transfiguration by McGonagall herself, making them hard and stable.

Normally, a young wizard of this age shouldn't be able to shatter a chess piece with a spell, let alone use the technique of layering and Transfiguration to cover another piece with a layer of Transfiguration.

But Lucien can do it.

"A solution that gets to the heart of the matter; Lucien, you also possess the magical skill to match your ideas."

He headed to the next checkpoint, but before he even entered, Lucien smelled a familiar stench.

Upon opening the door, wow, it was a Troll.

This thing is even bigger than the one from Christmas.

Does Quirrell really have Troll trolls?

Seeing the boy beside him showing signs of eagerness, Dumbledore recalled the events of Halloween Eve, adjusted his glasses, and...

"Ahem, Troll we shouldn't even bother trying the troll level?"

Lucien nodded, glancing at the Troll with a hint of regret, while the troll's dull head inexplicably felt a chill.

These levels feel a bit too easy; they could be improved.

For example, putting some Chinese Chomping Cabbage in the Devil's Snare, or setting some traps on the Flying Keys...

For Troll, how about trying Magic Weaving?

Now that I can modify the circuits of Magical Creatures, how about I practice on this Troll?

Although it's troublesome to modify for adults, it's acceptable if long-term stability isn't the goal.

Anyway, Harry and the others won't have to fight the Troll themselves; Quirrell will scout ahead first.

Lucien followed Dumbledore into the next room.

However, as soon as they crossed the threshold, purple and black flames rose from the door behind them and the door opposite them, respectively.

Lucien walked nonchalantly to the center of the room, where there was a table with seven bottles of various shapes on it, and a piece of parchment beside it read:

Two of us can help you.

One guides you forward, the other helps you return.

Both are Nettle Wine.

Three of them are poison.

Let me kindly give you a few clues:

The poison must be on the left side of the wine bottle;

The bottles on the left and right sides contain different things, but neither of them can help you move forward;

The bottles are all different sizes, but neither the Giant nor the dwarf will be Death;

The second one from the left and the second one from the right don't look alike, but they are actually the same.

After reading the riddle, Lucien couldn't help but mutter to himself.

The test Snape set up, supposedly involving a potion, was really just a logic problem.

The Devil's Snare relies on Hermione, the Flying Keys on Harry, Wizard's Chess on Ron, and the Troll on...

Uh, damn Quirrell.

Hermione was also instrumental in solving the potion challenge.

The division of labor is clear.

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