Chapter 41 Super Wizard Battle Chess

I'm fine, it's nothing, Harry said with cold sweat on his forehead, but he stood up forcefully, Compared to this, we should continue to go down, and we must not let Snape—

He clutched his left arm to keep it from shaking as much as possible, but the severe pain gave him the urge to cry.

...Don't look at me, open the door! Harry said anxiously.

The next room was pitch black and nothing could be seen. But before Hermione could use magic, wall-mounted oil lamps suddenly lit up in the room, and it became brightly lit for a while. But the scene inside made all three of them open their mouths.

Oh - my God! exclaimed Ron, this, this is...

No wonder they were surprised, because the room was quite spacious. But this spacious room was almost filled by a super-large chessboard.

What surprised them the most was the uniqueness of this chessboard!

... Ron, is this the wizard war chess that Maca gave you at Christmas? Hermione asked with wide-eyed eyes.

I'm sure he gave me more than just one. Ron said blankly.

Harry clutched his arms and said with difficulty: Ron, I remember you are very good at wizard chess, do you think...

No, no—absolutely impossible. Ron said loudly, The war chess invented by Maca is too terrifying. Its competition is not chess skill, but luck!

But this level has to be passed— Harry said, staring suddenly at a certain square on the opposite chessboard, Look, what is that!

Hermione and Ron quickly looked up - the blood!

Oh, Snape must have been hurt trying to get through this! said Ron.

Yeah, even though Maca wasn't here, he was still helping us. Hermione murmured, Maka helped us give him a hard time!

But Ron shook his head, Maka gave him a hard time, but I guess he will give us a—

Okay, it's useless to think about it, we've got it! Harry said firmly, but his tone was a little trembling, obviously his hand had been sending pain signals to his brain.

Then - there is no other way, Ron said, I am more familiar with it, and you will follow my instructions later, so this is the only way to come.

Each of us plays a wizard chess piece! Remember, wizards have the largest number but the weakest ability. We must use the effects of various cards to improve our abilities, and rely on terrain, positioning and joint attacks to ensure Don't get killed yourself.

As long as we can pass through the opponent's defensive formation with the help of other powerful chess pieces, and occupy the opponent's castle while resisting the opponent's counterattack, we will win!

Then come on! Harry pushed forward, I believe in you, Ron, you are always better than me at chess.

Oh, Harry, are you - all right? Hermione said worriedly.

It's all right. Now, Ron, let's go!

Well, wizard w5, advance two squares! Giant w3, advance three squares...

As the chess game started, all kinds of chess pieces on the board became active. The fire dragon flapped its wings, the giant waved its stick, and the griffin flew up and circled in place from time to time. Even the other wizard chess pieces had vivid expressions and movements.

If the original Wizard Chess is just a game of chess that can move, then the game of war chess invented by Mafa has the flavor of a real magical movie.

Roar--

Under Ron's control, a black dragon from the Heshidiali Islands swooped down, spouting red flames from its mouth, and burned the two wizard chess pieces within the attack range to powder.

Oh—— Hermione looked at the picture in horror, not daring to think about—what would happen if she was there.

Don't worry! Ron said, The strength of the chess set here doesn't seem to be very high, and they will make mistakes!

In fact,

Ron is really good at chess. After a while, they finally reached the opposite castle!

Oops!

Just when Hermione was relieved, Ron's Oops raised her heart again.

What's the matter, Ron? Harry could barely hold himself back from passing out, trying to speak as loudly as he could.

I miscalculated a few steps, um— He stopped after saying a few words, No, it's okay, it's okay!

Harry, go to the front of the castle, and attack the castle gate every turn! No matter what happens, don't stop, no matter what happens! Ron said loudly.

After speaking to Harry, he turned his head to Hermione next to him and said, Hermione, go to the side of the gate of the castle. While attacking the gate, prevent the opposing wizard from attacking Harry.

What about you? Hermione asked.

I have to lure the last centaur archer on the other side, he said. Don't worry, I still have an armored knight on my side. I'll be fine!

Ron's words are beautiful, but the truth is not so simple.

The centaur archer on the opposite side was indeed blocked by the armored knight, and it would take at least three rounds to defeat the armored knight. But on the other side, a Hippogriff with fairly high mobility was rushing towards him, and it seemed that it was too late.

The gate is broken! Harry exclaimed suddenly, I've taken it!

At the same time, the Hippogriff sent Ron flying! He yelled something before he was hit.

Keep going! Harry!

Left into the air! Hermione immediately raised her wand, but only had time to catch Ron who had been pushed into the air.

Oh—poor Ron, he's knocked out.

Harry had occupied the castle at this time, and Ron had won, but he couldn't move forward.

The opponent's magical creature chess pieces turned into stone statues again, and those wizard chess pieces all gave Ron a hat-off salute. Behind the chessboard, the huge stone door opened automatically.

Harry and Hermione gave Ron one last sad look back before rushing through the door and down the next corridor.

Will he—

He'll be fine, said Harry through gritted teeth, trying to convince himself of it. What do you think will happen next?

We've got past Sprout's trap, which is the devil's net; Flitwick must have enchanted those keys; Professor McGonagall has deformed the pieces and brought them to life—and then there's the odd one. Law's magic, and Snape's.

Just as they were talking, they came to the door of another door.

All right, Harry? Hermione asked, looking at him worriedly.

No problem, we have to keep going, at least for Ron's sake, Harry said firmly.

As soon as they opened the door, they were choked back a few steps by a familiar smell inside. It was a disgusting stench, and they had to lift their clothes to block their noses.

The eyes of the two were also smoked with tears, and through the blurred eyes of tears, they saw a giant monster.

It was larger than the last one they had seen, lying motionless on the floor in front of them, unconscious, with a large, bloody mass on its head.

Great, we don't have to fight the troll anymore, said Harry weakly.

They stepped cautiously over the troll's thick legs.

Come on, I can't breathe.

When Hermione pushed open the next door, she didn't see anything more terrifying - there was only one table in the room.

On the table, seven bottles of different shapes are neatly arranged.

This is supposed to be Snape's magic, said Harry. What should we do?

As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from behind them, sealing the doorway. This flame is unusual, it is purple. At the same time, black flames shot up from the door leading to the front.

They found themselves apparently stuck in the middle.

Look! Hermione picked up a roll of parchment lying next to the bottle, This - this is a logic puzzle!

Hermione finished reading it in silence, then heaved a long breath, and Harry was surprised to see her smile, something he couldn't do himself.

Wonderful, said Hermione, the method here obviously has nothing to do with magic! Since ancient times, many wizards have no logical reasoning ability, and they have to be trapped here forever.

What about us? Harry gasped.

Of course not, said Hermione. All we need to know is on this piece of paper. Seven bottles: three for poison; two for wine; one to get us safely through the black flames, and one Can send us back through the purple flame.

But how do we know which one to drink?

Give me a minute.

Hermione read the paper a few more times. She walked up and down the row of bottles, talking to herself and pointing to this or that bottle.

Finally, she clapped her hands happily, looking so cute that way.

I see, she said, this smallest bottle will help us pass through the Black Flame—to get to the Sorcerer's Stone.

Looking at the unassuming little bottle, Harry couldn't help saying, It looks like it's only big enough for one person.

Hermione looked at Harry, hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the round bottle on the far right and said, This bottle will allow you to return through the purple flame.

Harry, you've got to drink it—

—No, I should do it! Must! Harry straightened up, trying to look better.

Harry! Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Harry seriously, Listen to me!

You are seriously injured now, even if you go there, there is no way to stop Snape! But I am fine, even if I can't, I can escape.

And you, now, at once! Go to the room with the flying keys and get a broomstick - get Ron with him if he wakes up - and send a letter to Dumbledore from the Owl Room! Anyway, I Will try to hold Snape back, in every possible way, and you! Go!

After Hermione finished speaking, she picked up the smallest bottle, poured it into her mouth, and then walked towards the black flame.

I remember that day in the library, she said as they walked, Maka said, I'm a Gryffindor, the smartest Gryffindor, and I don't think I'll let his affirmation of me become a joke.

Harry couldn't quite figure out whether Hermione was speaking to him, or to herself.