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Chapter 130 Who Says We Are Going to Play Chess?

Sliding down the hole, the nostrils were filled with the smell of moist air.

After a while, the support under him disappeared, and John felt himself flying into the air.

But it didn't take long before he hit something soft.

Moreover, thick vines silently extended to his side, wrapping around his feet.

"Oh"

Fred and George fell from the sky, screaming all the way, and fell on either side of John.

"Scared me!" said Fred. "I thought we were going to be thrown!"

"Which kind-hearted person planted these vines here?" George continued, "We must thank him after we go out!"

"Wait!" Fred suddenly said in panic, "Have you noticed something is wrong, as if"

Fred and George shouted at the same time: "John, these vines seem to move!"

Shouting and shouting, they struggled violently, and even John began to shake.

The vines wrapped around John's body had almost stopped moving, but at this moment they became active again.

Two troublemakers!
John quickly said, "Don't move!"

"But these vines are already strangling me!"

Fred yelled angrily, not at all as if his life was in danger.

"Can you put in one percent of your energy to study?" John said helplessly, "These vines are called devil's nets. The more you struggle, the tighter they become. When you relax your whole body, they will slowly loosen." open!"

"Really?"

After hearing John's words, George and Fred tentatively stopped struggling.

Sure enough, the devil's net reduced the strength of wrapping around them.

Fred breathed a sigh of relief, and said without shame: "As third-grade students, how could we not know such a simple thing?"

"Yes, we are testing you!" George said, "Testing your learning results and your temporary response ability in the face of a crisis, so that you can have a chance to check for gaps!"

"Oh?" John said angrily, "Then I have to thank you?"

Fred acted as if he didn't understand the meaning of John's words, and he replied grandly: "It's okay, we are all brothers, these are what we should do!"

John touched his forehead, feeling speechless at the cheekiness of the two.

"Okay, let's go down."

John was about to raise the flames with his wand, and let the devil's net send them down to the ground.

"No, wait!" George waved his hand to tell John not to leave so quickly.

"Ok?"

"I thought of an interesting way to play!"

George twisted and adjusted his position.

The vibrations were transmitted to the vines of the devil's net, and they immediately increased the force around George.

"Hmm~~" George groaned with enjoyment, "This thing is so comfortable, it's a waste to put it here!"

"That's right!" Fred said, "Why don't we move one back to the dormitory and let it press us when it sleeps."

A few black lines hung down John's face, Fred and Fred always had different ideas.

But it seems that it is not impossible.

Just need to modify it.

Otherwise, he was afraid that if Fred and George lay down that night, they would be two cold corpses when they were discovered the next day.

When the body was almost stretched, a flame appeared from the tip of John's wand.

The vines surrounding him writhed uneasily, quickly stopped entanglement with him, and shrank into a dark and damp corner.

"It's time to go, let's go down and have a look."

John greeted the two of them and slid down to the ground.

Not long after, Fred and George also fell down, with unsatisfactory expressions on their faces.

"Where is this?" Fred looked around curiously.

A stone corridor extends into the unknown darkness, and there is only the ding-dong sound of water droplets falling in my ears.

John is about to use the glow spell to light the way ahead.

But was stopped by George.

George said: "It's got to be like this to have a treasure hunting vibe!"

"We used to read those stories in books, and they were all shuttling through an unknown corridor."

Fred said in a low voice.

"The surrounding area is pitch black, full of unknowns, and you have to be careful."

"However, from time to time, there will be an extra monster around, silently dragging people into the darkness."

"cramp!"

"Steak bone!"

"Eat that person again!"

Fred and George said in surprise.

But John just watched the two of them perform with a smile on his face, as if watching two children who just slipped out of kindergarten.

"You don't have any fear in your heart?" Fred asked slightly dissatisfied.

John said in a pretentious manner, "I'm so scared."

"Boring!" Fred shook his head and said regretfully, "A person like you will definitely lack a lot of fun in life."

"Let's go, Fred, let's find the true meaning of life!"

George and Fred crossed John shoulder to shoulder and swaggered forward.

John rolled his eyes and followed behind them.

A little light pierced the darkness, and a brightly lit room appeared in front of them.

A locked wooden door blocked their way.

George failed to open it with an unlocking charm.

Fred looked up.

There are many winged birds flapping their wings in the air above.

"If I'm not wrong." Fred rushed to the corner and picked up a broomstick. "I think we have to fly up and grab a key!"

"Wait, did you forget your exclusive craft?" John said.

Compared with flying up to grab the key, John felt that Fred could pick the lock faster with two people!
Fred froze, rolled his eyes, and said stiffly, "We should abide by the rules of the game!"

"Huh? Or you can't? Can't open this door?" John said with a desperate expression.

"Although I know that you are using aggressive methods." George said, "But I have to say, you succeeded! Fred came over to show him our skills!"

"No problem, if we can't open it within 1 minute, we will lose!"

Fred threw the broom back, ran to the door, bent over, and got busy with George.

After tens of seconds, the wooden door couldn't resist the attack and surrendered with raised hands.

"Good workmanship!"

John gave an exaggerated compliment, and before Fred and George could speak, he patted Fred and George on the shoulder and squeezed through the wooden door.

Fred and the two felt a little embarrassed by John's perfunctory, and they chased after him to ask for an explanation.

But the sight in front of them forcefully suppressed the words that were already on their lips.

There are tall and mighty chess pieces in front of them, each of which seems to be able to crush them.

"This is to play chess? John, how is your chess skill?"

George asked, except for Ron, other people in their family are not too cold about things.

"So-so, but." John touched his chin and said, "Who said we're going to play chess?"

(End of this chapter)