Snakes in Hogwarts

"The three-headed dog is a very dangerous and magical creature.

They are huge, and have very good resistance to most spells."

In the Slytherin lounge, Andros absently told the little snakes what he knew about the three-headed dog.

He just recovered from his previous memories.

"It has three heads, of course, this is a nonsense, but each head of the three-headed dog has a completely independent thought, and they jointly control the body under the neck.

This means that this creature is extremely difficult to kill unless you can defeat its three heads in a row."

"The origin of this three-headed dog is Greece, where it is called Cerberus. According to an old legend, the three-headed dog guards the gate to the underworld and is the last barrier between the world and hell."

Andros' words made the little snakes smack their lips.

"This creature has extremely high intelligence. An adult three-headed dog has the intelligence of an eleven-year-old child.

In other words, it is equivalent to your and my intelligence level, much better than Ron Weasley that idiot."

Andros' words made the little snakes laugh and relieved a lot of tension.

For Ron Weasley's touching IQ, the snakes were naturally watching.

"This means that they can be tamed by wizards. In fact, such creatures have been tamed by wizards to protect their treasure troves.

If you happen to have any treasure that needs to be guarded, then a three-headed dog would be a pretty good choice."

"Wait a minute, Ender, you mean, what treasure is that three-headed dog guarding?"

Draco couldn't wait to interrupt Andros, his eyes full of excitement.

"If you just watched carefully and didn't get so scared that you almost peeed your pants, then you will definitely find that there is a trapdoor under its feet."

Andros who was interrupted said angrily.

Looking at Draco, whose face was full of disapproval, he felt that he should beat this little dragon harder, lest he start to die out of curiosity.

"With all due respect, Draco, no matter what secrets or treasures Dumbledore hid in the castle, they have nothing to do with us." Andros warned in a serious tone.

"Not to mention whether there are other organs or other guarding creatures under that trapdoor, you can't get past the three-headed dog level alone.

Its three heads can take turns to rest, which means that no matter what time, there will be a head that remains awake. Its keen sense of smell can make all sneaking hidden. You can't pass by him."

"Moreover, it has three different thoughts, do you know what this means?"

Draco shook his head blankly.

"This means that it has at least three times the resistance to any mind control spells. Of course, I don't think you will know these advanced spells."

"In any case, it has nothing to do with us!"

"By the way, did I tell you that the saliva of a three-headed dog is also highly toxic."

"How do you know so much!" Zabini asked exaggeratedly.

"If I remember correctly, we should all be first-year little wizards, right?"

""Where is the Fantastic Beast", Mr. Scamander's book describes this creature in detail."

"I lived in the Broken Cauldron Bar before school started. Back then I would go to the bookstore in Diagon Alley to read almost every day." Andros explained concisely.

"There are also three-headed dog saliva mentioned in some potions books. It seems to be a fairly rare magic material that is indispensable in the configuration of some advanced potions.

Of course, these have nothing to do with us. It's getting late, so rest early."

Wait a minute?

As if a thunderbolt in the sky, a bold idea flashed in Andros' heart, and he finally realized one thing.

Perhaps, he finally had a chance to fill up his poor and shriveled wallet.

He has found a way to make money in first grade.

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When the fear of these Slytherin little snakes gradually subsided, and they began to talk enthusiastically about the three-headed dog and the secret it might guard.

On the other side of the castle, the Harry trio had just ran back to the Gryffindor Tower on the seventh floor of the castle.

I have to say that the physical strength of the three of them is still good, or they have burst out of energy beyond normal under the pressure.

On the way, they barely stopped, and rushed from the restricted area corridor on the fourth floor back to the seventh floor of the castle, outside the portrait of the fat lady.

The violent, flustered and unconcealed running sound caused a burst of noise in the quiet castle.

This caused countless portraits to wake up from their sleep, and their dissatisfied complaints or cursing anger merged with this running sound, constantly echoing around along the winding corridors.

The three of Harry had good luck. Filch, who hadn’t caught everyone else, had already scolded and went to other places. Otherwise, if they made such a big disturbance, they would definitely be caught by Filch or other night patrol professor .

However, at this moment, they couldn't take care of that much anymore, and their fear of the creatures inside the gate even defeated their fear of Filch and Nightwalker being caught.

They didn't even dare to look back or stay, as if the big three-headed dog was chasing behind them all the time.

Only a short stay will be bitten by the catching giant dog, and then the body will be torn to pieces.

"Huhhhhh~"

In the corridor on the seventh floor, the cubs gasped violently. Harry and Ron supported Neville, who seemed to be collapsed.

This may be the first time this round-faced fat boy has done such strenuous exercise.

"Where have you all been?" The fat lady asked strangely.

She just came back from another place, and found these few shortly after she came back. She ran back in a panic, not knowing what bad things were going on.

What, why do you think the fat lady would choose to go out at this time?

And there is still flushing on his face that has not faded?

I can only say that if you know, you know.

Visiting at this point in time, I think it can only represent one thing.

Kekeke, can't say any more.

"Leave it alone, pig nose! Pig nose!" Harry said in a panic.

Amidst the grumbles of the fat lady, they crawled back to the lounge with many chairs and collapsed on the sofa in the lounge.

"What the hell is that!"

For a long time, Ron asked tremblingly at Harry.

"Are they crazy, otherwise why should they keep this stuff in the castle!"

It seems that whether it is a little snake or a little lion,

After a brief fright, these little guys who were not afraid of death began to actively discuss the three-headed dog and the secret it guarded.

Well, both of these colleges like to die.