The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

Opening the trap door, it was dark below and there was no ladder to go down.

Ye Ting was the first. He jumped down nimbly and landed on something soft.

"No problem!" he yelled toward the hole, which now looked like a spot the size of a postage stamp File. "This is a soft landing, you can jump! I will catch you."

That being said, when Harry and Ron jumped down, Ye Ting just supported them, and when Hermione and Zhang Qiu jumped down, he basically caught them like a princess. It made them blush.

But Ron and Harry had no choice but to secretly criticize Ye Ting for focusing on sex over friends.

"What is this?" Ron asked, feeling the strange dampness and softness of the ground.

"I don't know, it seems to be a kind of plant. It is probably laid here to reduce the collision when falling." Zhang Qiu touched the ground curiously and replied.

"To be honest, I'm lucky to have this pile of plants spread here." Ron said.

"What a blessing!" Hermione screamed, "Look at you!"

She jumped up suddenly and struggled towards a damp wall.

The reason she was struggling like this was because the plants on the ground moved and wrapped around her legs.

The most unlucky one was Ron. The thing stretched out snake-like tendrils, wrapped around his ankles, and hung him upside down.

Others were also unknowingly entangled in long vines.

"This is a devil's net!" Hermione screamed and kept struggling: "Devil's net, devil's net... What did Professor Sprout say? He said it likes darkness and moisture.

Before she could remember what exactly Devil's Net was afraid of, Ye Ting took action.

"The flames are blazing!"

A huge wave of fire shot out from the tip of the "Spell Weaver". In all the places swept by the wave of fire, the devil's vines were burned out, and those wrapped around the little necromancers were also burned due to the high temperature and heat nearby. Bright and automatically retreat.

"Seriously, Hermione." Ye Ting stopped the fire spell and turned to her: "Your knowledge is actually profound enough, but you are still too nervous when facing emergencies, so you think about everything. If you don't want to get up, I suggest you practice magic dueling.

"Okay, I will..." Hermione lowered her head in shame. This time she could obviously think of a solution, but in the end her mind got stuck because she was too panicked.

So, they continued to move forward, and there seemed to be gentle rustling and tinkling sounds in front of them.

Coming to the end of the corridor, there is a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling. Countless little birds, as dazzling as gems, fluttered around the room.

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

Ron was worried that these "little birds" would attack them as they passed through the room, but when he plucked up the courage and quickly rushed to the other end of the room, he was safe.

He came to the door unscathed and pulled the handle. The door was locked.

"These birds... they can't be just for decoration," said Hermione. "They are keys! Winged keys - look carefully. Apparently that means..."

They saw several broomsticks in the corner of the room.

Among them, Ye Ting, Harry and Zhang Qiu were the best at flying broomsticks. Each of them got on a broomstick and started searching among the birds.

But there are too many keys, and it is a huge problem to find the one that can open the door from so many keys.

"No!" Zhang Qiu was the first to give up searching. "That's not right. We can't find the right one among so many keys. It's impossible for Dumbledore to design a level that can't be completed at all. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to enter it themselves. There must be other ideas."

His words reminded Ye Ting, so he returned to the ground and took out his wand.

"The keys are coming!"

Sure enough, among Flight's keys, a silver-white, antique key flew out and was caught by Ye Ting.

It still wanted to struggle, but Ye Ting's strength prevented it from moving.

He inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it hard - yes, that was it.

There was a click, and as soon as the door lock popped open, the key flew away again.

It was grabbed too hard and looked drunk.

The second room was completely dark and nothing could be seen. But as soon as they stepped in, the room suddenly became brightly lit, illuminating a shocking scene.

They were standing next to a chessboard with huge amounts of black chess pieces in front of them. Those chess pieces were taller than them and seemed to be carved from black stones or something like that. At the other end of the room, facing them, were some white chess pieces.

"What now?" Harry whispered.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ron said. He is best at playing necromancer. Coming here is like coming to the home court.

“We had to play chess to get across the room.”

They saw a door behind the white chess piece.

"How?" Hermione asked nervously.

"The way I see it," said Ron, "we have to be pawns."

He walked up to a Black Knight and reached out to touch the knight's horse. Immediately, the stone came to life, the horse paved the soil with its hooves, and the knight turned his helmeted head and looked at Ron.

"Do we - um - have to go with you?" Black Knight nodded.

"In other words, we have to replace five of the chess pieces." Hermione analyzed: "We must win, and these five chess pieces cannot be eaten during the battle.

"What will happen if you are eaten?" Zhang Qiu997 asked in a daze.

"Probably..." Ye Ting gestured to her with a scratch on his neck.

"This is a test of skills." Zhang Qiu shrank his neck in fear, "I can't do this.

"Ron, what about you?" Harry looked at his best friend: "I remember you are very good at this."

"I..." Ron was a little eager to try, but after thinking about it carefully, he was a little scared: "I would be more confident if there were only three."

Suddenly, Ye Ting asked: "How is necromancer played?"

He had originally planned to learn to play necromancer, but he was so busy making brooms and staffs, dealing with fire dragons, and saving unicorns that he completely forgot about it.

"It's exactly the same as ordinary chess, except that the chess pieces are all alive. Playing chess is like commanding an army, and the chess pieces will provide advice, so you have to know the temper of the chess pieces clearly, and you won't be able to do it when you are commanding. Any trouble." Hermione replied: "You haven't been in trouble before, have you?"

"So what? Isn't this very simple?" Ye Ting's eyes lit up. Isn't this a turn-based game turning into a real-time strategy game? If we compare it to this, who is afraid of whom?

"Let me do it." He said loudly: "It's just protecting five chess pieces, nothing to worry about."

However, when other people heard that this was his first time playing necromancer, they all said they were afraid to play. .