Chapter 250 Breakthrough

However, when he approached the white chess piece, the soldier chess piece suddenly drew out his sword, and the sharp blade was tilted in front of Harry, as if if he dared to take another step closer, the soldier chess piece would kill him.

Harry swallowed and was so frightened that he cautiously took two steps back and looked at the other white chess pieces.

All the soldiers drew their swords together.

Harry backed away continuously until he came to the black soldier chess pieces, and then they put away their swords again.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione walked over and asked with concern.

"Man, you scared me half to death just now." Ron said with lingering fear, "Why don't we let Robert explore the way next time."

Hermione glared at him, "In that case, how about Mr. Weasley walking in front?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Harry and Neville quickly stopped it. They quarreled for a long time, and when they finally shook hands and made peace, they turned to look at the chessboard.

"???"

"!!!"

Where are the chess pieces? !

Where are the pile of chess pieces that were here just now?

Where is the black and white chess piece that was here with murderous intent just now and wanted to kill someone?

Robert stood in front of a pile of stones, looking a little distressed. Feeling the burning gaze behind him, he turned around and met four pairs of stupid eyes.

"Eh? Are you done with the quarrel?" Robert waved his hand, "You can continue, don't worry about me. I'm studying the transformation technique used by Professor McGonagall. It seems to be different from the techniques commonly used in schools. Um, should I start? A bit heavier..."

As he said this, he felt a little worried, "Why can't it be restored? Will Professor McGonagall ask me for compensation..."

"A different kind of transfiguration?" Hermione immediately became interested, abandoned the vulnerable Ron Weasley, trotted to Robert's side, and observed with him.

Ron opened his mouth, a little confused.

What, what's going on?

Doesn't it say in the book that a girl likes a boy who can quarrel with her all day long?

Why does it feel like something is wrong?

Just when he was confused, Neville whispered, "Ron, why do you always make trouble for Hermione and Robert."

Ron's anger suddenly came out, and he turned around and started arguing with Neville again.

Harry was so big that he was so big.

Although it is a good thing for friends to come and help, but can you please stop arguing?

After a while, Robert and Hermione returned to the team with great achievements, while Ron and Neville stood alone, ignoring each other.

Harry lost his patience. When he saw the two men coming back, he asked eagerly, "Hermione, Robert, have you found anything in your research? I'm going to continue going down, if..."

"It's ready." Robert raised the notebook in his hand, "Actually, we finished a long time ago, but we saw Ron and Neville chatting happily, so we didn't come over."

Harry couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Which of your eyes saw them chatting happily?

For the rest of the journey, Robert and Hermione walked in front, Harry walked in the middle, and Neville and Ron followed behind.

Harry didn't want this either. He wanted to be the pioneer, but the two teammates behind him were too troublesome. He was afraid that if they didn't keep an eye on them, there would be a fight later.

In order to liven up the atmosphere, Harry took the initiative to ask, "What do you think we will encounter next?"

Hermione tapped her chin, thinking thoughtfully, "I think these mechanisms must have been made by the professor. We have passed Professor Sprout's Devil's Net, and the key to the wings must be the work of Professor Flitwick. Professor McGonagall's transfiguration made the chess pieces come alive. Well, then the next mechanisms should be Snape's and Professor Quirrell's..."

"Wait, wait a minute." Harry was sweating profusely and looked shocked. "When did the Devil's Net happen? Why don't I remember it at all?"

Hermione coughed dryly, "That's not important, we've already taken care of it."

"Yes, really?" Harry had to change the subject, "Um, did you smell anything strange?"

"Hey, I thought I smelled it wrong..." Hermione was stunned, "Wow, this smell is really hard to describe?"

Another door appeared at the end of the road ahead. The door was ajar, and waves of stench rushed towards us like a tsunami. The smell was so pungent that the little wizards were brought to tears.

In their hazy vision, they saw a giant monster.

It was very huge, and it was lying motionless on the floor in front of it, rolling its eyes and losing consciousness. There was a big bloody lump on its little head.

It is the source of the stench.

But why does it stink so much?

"The good news is, we don't have to fight this troll anymore," Harry whispered. "The bad news is, Snape got through here."

"Quickly...let's go." Hermione covered her mouth and nose with her hands, feeling that she was about to die. "It smells so bad, I can't breathe anymore!"

Several people crossed the room, opened the door, and got out.

"Ha-ha-ha-" The little wizards stood holding on to the wall, breathing heavily.

What a blessing to be able to breathe fresh air!

There is only one table in the new room, with seven bottles of different shapes and colors arranged on it.

"I think there should be potions in this." Harry looked at the bottles, "So, this is Snape's magic?"

"It seems we can go directly to the next level..." Hermione pointed to an arched doorway that appeared in front of her. However, just as she finished speaking, black flames rose from the doorway. At the same time, the doorway behind her Purple flames also burst out.

Ron and Neville's faces suddenly turned pale.

"We are trapped!" Neville shouted with a cry, "Is there any way to get out..."

"Damn! We shouldn't have come down!" Ron was a little annoyed.

The two people were making a fuss, and Harry rubbed his temples, wanting to punch each of the two guys, maybe that would calm them down.

Hermione picked up the parchment on the table and opened it curiously. There were lines of beautiful cursive writing on it.

The above is a puzzle. To solve it, you need some logical thinking. Fortunately, Hermione understood it in no time.

"The third bottle is the forward medicine." Hermione clicked on the smallest bottle, and then she clicked on the round purple bottle on the far right, "And this bottle can be returned."

Harry looked at the small light blue bottle curiously. There was very little liquid in it, maybe only a mouthful.

A question suddenly popped into Robert's mind.

There was only such a sip of magic potion in the bottle that was half the size of a palm. Was it Professor Quirrell who drank the rest, or was it that Mr. Fu didn't care about the flame at all and took Quirrell through it directly?

Several people looked at each other.