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Chapter 93 Passing Through the Trapdoor

The main door is usually kept tightly closed, and most of the time, it is locked with a thick chain by Mr. Filch. Unless someone deliberately breaks in, the door will not be open.

This realization made Snape's face turn as dark as if it were about to drip water.

But Victor frowned. Could Quirrell really make such a mistake as not closing the door?

Keep in mind, it's broad daylight. With people coming and going on campus, any student passing by could easily notice something amiss.

But Snape, in his haste, overlooked this anomaly—or rather, he remembered it but didn't investigate immediately. For him, the most pressing matter was stopping Quirrell, who had already broken in.

"Oh dear!"

With a scraping sound, Snape pulled the half-open door open completely.

A few seconds later, Victor, standing behind, first heard a fierce barking, followed by the sound of chains being dragged. When the two went inside, the three-headed dog's stinking head lunged towards the doorway.

It had already caught their scent long ago.

The small room was instantly filled with the three-headed dog attacking and biting.

"Armor for protection!"

Snape, already on guard, took a half-step back and used a spell.

Lou Williams' three enormous heads seemed to have hit the air, letting out a dull thud as they charged forward halfway. A large amount of sticky saliva sprayed from their enormous mouths, making the air smell foul.

Lou Williams' middle head swayed and spun for a moment from the impact, but he quickly let out an even angrier roar.

"You seem to have angered it," Victor said, dodging Lu Wei's spittle.

"Obviously," Snape said coldly and sarcastically, "Unless I'm invisible, I can't possibly avoid angering it."

But he still solemnly held his wand even higher.

Snape and Victor stood a few feet apart, staring at the enormous, smelly Fluffy across from them. Fluffy's six bloodshot eyes were fixed on them, and it began to wag its tail wildly.

It's extremely irritable right now.

That's why Snape quickly found himself struggling to deal with it. In the short time it took Victor to speak to him, the middle head of Fluffy nearly bit his right hand, while the two other heads on either side were still thrashing about, their eyes fixed on Snape.

Snape barely managed to dodge its bites, and his leg, which had just recovered, seemed to ache again.

He conjured a flock of birds out of thin air, attempting to use them to block the Cerberus's vision. But in a lull in the attack, he saw Victor, who had been standing behind him, also take out his wand and conjure a strange flute—

The flute has a slightly translucent, jade-like appearance, but it is a pale white color. It has only five holes, with a bone-like protrusion in the middle.

When Victor put his lips to the flute, Snape heard a strange melody—not like the sound of a flute, but like some kind of "breathing" coming from a throat.

Even more strangely, after hearing these sounds, Luwei, who had been fiercely biting just moments before, suddenly slowed down. From the very first note, its eyelids drooped. The barking stopped, and Luwei swayed unsteadily before its knees buckled and it knelt down.

At the same time, some strange noises appeared in the flute music...

My brother killed me;

For countless gold, silver, and jewels;

Now my bones sleep eternally in:

Beneath that cold, icy earth.

The intermittent noise from the bottle created this song, the voice low and hoarse, as if it were being sung from the throat of some decaying skeleton.

It's hard to believe that such a sound came from an ordinary flute.

How can a flute produce human voices?

As this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly felt the muscles in his cheeks tense up uncontrollably, and even heard a strange "crackling" sound in his ears. It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that he realized that his bones were trembling violently in rhythm with the music!

What kind of music is this?!

His body soon began to ache—from his spine to the back of his hands. Snape felt as if every little bone in his body was protesting, trying to jump out of his body and go to some unknown place.

In that instant, he even had a thought:

Damn it, is Victor a spy sent by Quirrell?! Just wait for him to investigate, then I'll use this music to keep him trapped in this room forever!

The good news is that this speculation is incorrect.

As Snape began to hear the sound of his teeth chattering, Fulwei's massive, mountain-like body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep sleep.

Only then did Victor gradually stop playing that terrifying melody. He slowly lowered his hand and jumped straight into the dark trapdoor.

Snape had no choice but to jump down with him stiffly to avoid being caught by the awakened Fulwe.

But even as his figure was completely swallowed by the dark cellar, Lu Wei showed no sign of waking up. "Thump."

"thump."

"call."

The last sound was made when Snape lit the magical flame.

Illuminated by the firelight, the familiar dark passageway reappeared before our eyes. At the edge of the darkness, several vines scrambled away.

It's still the same place as when Victor last came.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

In the darkness, Snape's cold, furious, and distorted face was illuminated by the firelight.

In the corner, some vines, like tentacles, twisted and writhed at the boundary between light and shadow, then retreated into the darkness.

"What explanation?" Victor looked at Snape as well. "Hmm? Didn't you see? Right next to the trapdoor, there were some silver metal fragments—it looked like it was originally a harp, but Lucas crushed it."

"So I guessed that Lou Williams had a special reaction to music, and picked a piece to try out—the melody of which happened to be one of my favorites."

"It works very well, doesn't it?"

"If you mean lifting my skull—I suppose so, Professor Victor," Snape said coldly, "I'm afraid you've done far more harm to me than that dog."

As he spoke, he rubbed his wrist in frustration—the bones there still throbbed. For a second or two, he genuinely wondered if his bones would pop out from under his skin.

But Victor simply shrugged, indicating that he understood. Snape couldn't tell at all whether he truly realized his 'mistake'.

"Forget it, I don't want to waste time on this," Snape finally said with a sour face. "Since you say there are harp remains up there, Quirrell must have done it. That opportunistic fool must be up ahead. We need to hurry and catch up." As he spoke, he searched the dark wall in front of him for a while until his hand touched the next heavy door.

Snape reached out and pushed open the door.

But what immediately came into view was a terrifying, dilapidated room—dilapidated because every corner, from the walls to the floor, was covered with horrifying, menacing scratches. Those scratches still gleamed with an ominous purple light, clearly the work of dark magic.

The ground was covered with strange, winged keys. The keys looked like they had been disturbed, lying listlessly on the ground, with only a few occasionally flapping their wings weakly.

The most striking feature is a huge oil painting torn in the middle of the house.

The tear marks on the canvas are very irregular, yet they reveal an exceptionally brutal nature, clearly indicating that the person who tore it must have harbored resentment at the time.

"Wow."

"Victor said calmly."