After experiencing an exciting episode, the three stepped into the darkness ahead without hesitation.
As if ignited by the strong fire in their hearts, the room was suddenly brightly lit, and a huge chessboard appeared.
In addition to them, on the huge chessboard that alternates between black and white, there are some huge chess pieces that are taller than people.
It was clear that they had to win in this real game of chess.
This made Harry a little lucky.
Ron was right, in terms of this chess game, the broomstick was indeed useless.
And this friend of his is a master of wizard chess.
Recalling how he had been tortured to death by Ron in the past, Harry was full of confidence in passing this test.
Sure enough, under Ron's command, the black chess on their side gradually gained victory.
But soon the chess master had to face a choice.
The knight he represents and the castle represented by Hermione are in a delicate position at the same time.
Although the grids are different, they can both capture each other's king and force the nearby white queen to eat them.
Then the bishop represented by Harry attacks, and black can win the final victory.
Ron was making a difficult decision in his heart, the White Queen's fierce performance before was still vivid in his mind.
He convinced himself in his heart that as a chess player, he must stay on the court to win the final victory.
Then Ron opened his mouth towards Hermione, his face swollen with shame, almost turning the same color as his hair.
His throat felt extremely dry, and the scene of the little witch being brutally knocked to the ground kept replaying in his mind, which made him unable to speak a word.
Suddenly, Hermione's figure lying on the ground was replaced by another picture.
The little witch looked at him with a pursed smile and firmly stretched out her right hand.
Ron's nose felt a little sore, and he swore that the decision he made next would be 100% the stupidest decision in his life.
After changing his mind, Mr. Commander found that his voice instantly returned to normal.
"Hermione, don't move for a while." After finishing speaking, Ron quickly turned to look at his other friend, "Listen to me, Harry, you must remember every word I say."
Harry saw an unprecedented serious expression on the face of the boy opposite him, which suddenly gave him a very bad feeling.
"Do you see this position between the White Queen and me? I will move there next step. Then you move three squares to the left, and the chess game is over." Ron spoke calmly, as if he might be caught next moment The person who was torn apart was not the same as myself.
Harry followed Ron's direction and looked over, his eyes widening.
"You're crazy, Ron. White will kill you." After Ron pointed out, of course he could see that this move could force the white king to move, and then he could make the ultimate move. kill.
But what to do in the middle process? Looking at the remains of the chess pieces piled up beside him, he couldn't imagine what the scene would be like.
Perhaps blood will spurt from your friend's body and cover the entire venue.
"This is the only way, Harry." At this point, Ron glanced at Hermione cryptically, "Look at those white chess pieces."
Harry and Hermione looked at the white pieces. Since they had not moved around for a long time, these white pieces had become a little irritable. Harry even felt that even the black pieces on their side were a little impatient.
"Even if we drag it on, these chess pieces are unlikely to let the contestants leave the chessboard. On the battlefield, the consequences for deserters are not very good."
There was some vibrato at the end of Ron's words, and as time passed, the courage that filled his chest just now was slowly used to resist fear.
Now, they were being consumed rapidly, and Ron knew he had to end the conversation as soon as possible, otherwise God knows if he would be able to move his legs in a while.
"Listen, I'm going to leave. Don't worry about it, Harry. You said we must keep the Sorcerer's Stone." After Ron said that, he turned to Hermione again, "Remember, there will be thousands of people after I fall. Never leave the square you are on, otherwise my sacrifice will be in vain.”
Harry was tempted to correct Ron, who said "'I' have to keep the Philosopher's Stone", not 'we'.
But the current situation really didn't allow him to say these words.
Hermione was also choked and speechless, and they both looked at Ron with tears in her eyes.
"Don't waste time for a while, maybe if you move faster I can rescue him." Ron said a joke and tried hard to smile, but unfortunately the forced corners of his mouth hardly proved that he had achieved his goal.
Ron took a step forward and came directly to the predetermined position.
As Hermione screamed, the White Queen rushed forward and knocked Ron to the ground with a punch.
Fortunately for the two of them, Ron was not bleeding. After being dragged aside, Harry saw that his chest was still heaving, which made the two of them sigh in relief.
Harry followed the instructions and moved to the position Ron said. The white king took off the crown and threw it towards him. Then all the white kings bowed to them and retreated, leaving the way forward.
They won, and the black pieces behind them seemed to be celebrating and surrounded them, connecting with the white pieces, blocking other directions.
Now they could only move forward. After taking another deep look at their friend lying on the ground, the two of them rushed towards the next corridor.
The faster they broke through the level, the sooner they could come back and take Ron to the school doctor's office. This made the two of them run hard and open the door to the next room without any delay.
The room was filled with an unspeakable stench, and the two agreed that even Muggle tear gas was not that powerful, and the smell of dead mice on Ron's body was insignificant in comparison.
Thinking of Ron, the two people, who were in tears, cheered up again and looked into the room.
Fortunately, they didn't have to fight the owner of the smell. A giant monster lay motionless on the floor, with a big bump knocked out of its head and blood dripping around it.
Unfortunately, Harry's suspicions were confirmed. Someone had obviously gotten here before them.
Now the two of them are eager to have more difficult levels in the future, so that they can have time to catch up with each other.
As for how two young wizards who had not yet graduated could surpass each other, they subconsciously ignored this issue.
They must move forward, otherwise Ron's sacrifice and all the previous efforts of the three people will be meaningless.
As soon as the two of them stepped into the next room, purple flames shot up behind them, blocking the way ahead.
Through the small table in the middle, they saw black flames coming out of the door opposite at the same time, which trapped them.
There were seven vials on the table, and a piece of parchment beside them.
Harry and Hermione read the above together, it was a puzzle.
Harry quickly gave up thinking, feeling that it was great to have Hermione with him.
The little witch looked at the seven bottles in front of her with a bright smile on her face. Logic puzzles like this were one of her favorite pastimes.
