The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

After experiencing an exciting episode, the three stepped into the darkness ahead without hesitation.

As if being ignited by the exuberant flame in their hearts, the room was suddenly brightly lit, and a huge chessboard appeared.

In addition to them, on the huge chessboard that alternated black and white, there were some huge chess pieces that were taller than people.

Obviously, they must win in this real chess game.

This made Harry a little happy.

Ron was right, in this chess game alone, broomsticks were useless.

And his friend is a master of wizard chess.

Recalling how he had been abused 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 the victory.

But soon the master chess player had to face a choice.

The knight represented by him and the castle represented by Hermione are in a delicate position at the same time.

Although the grids are different, they can both trap 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, and the fierceness of the White Queen before was still vivid in his memory.

He convinced himself in his heart that as a chess player, he must stay on the field to win the final victory.

Then Ron opened his mouth to Hermione, his face swollen with shame, almost 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 utter a word.

Suddenly, the figure of Hermione lying on the ground was replaced by another picture.

The little witch looked at him, pursed her lips and smiled, and firmly extended her right hand.

Ron's nose was a little sour, and he swore that the decision he made next was 100% the stupidest one in his life.

After changing his mind, Mr. Commander found that his voice returned to normal in an instant.

"Hermione, don't move for a while." After speaking, Ron hurriedly turned his head to look at another friend, "Listen to me, Harry, you must remember every word I say next."

Harry saw an unprecedented serious expression on the face of the boy opposite, which made him suddenly have a very bad premonition.

"See this position between the White Queen and me? I'll move there next step. Then you move three squares to the left, and the game is over." Ron said calmly, as if he might be caught in the next moment. The person who dismantled it to pieces was not the same as me.

Harry followed Ron's directions and looked over, his eyes wide open.

"You're crazy, Ron. White will kill you." After Ron pointed it out, of course he could see that this move could force the White King to force the White Queen to move, and then he could make the ultimate move by himself. kill.

But what about the middle process?Looking at the wreckage of chess pieces piled up beside him, he couldn't imagine what kind of scene it would be.

Maybe blood will splatter from your friend's body and cover the venue.

"This is the only way, Harry." Having said that, Ron glanced at Hermione cryptically, "Look at those white pieces."

Harry and Hermione looked at the white pieces. Since they hadn't moved for a long time, the white pieces became a little irritable, and even Harry felt that even the black pieces on their side became a little impatient.

"Even if we procrastinate, these chess pieces are unlikely to let the contestants leave the board. On the battlefield, the fate of deserters is not very good."

There were some trills at the end of Ron's words, and as time passed, the courage that filled his chest just now was slowly being used to resist fear.

Now, they were depleting fast, and Ron knew he had to end the conversation as soon as possible, or God knows if he would be able to move his legs later.

"Listen, I'm starting to go. No mother-in-law, Harry. You said we had to keep the Philosopher's Stone." Ron said, turning his head to Hermione again. Don't leave your square, or my sacrifice will be in vain."

Harry was tempted to correct Ron, who said "'I' must keep the Philosopher's Stone", not 'we'.

But the current situation really does not allow him to say this.

Hermione was also choked up and speechless, and they looked at Ron together with tears in their eyes.

"Don't dawdle for a while, I might be able to rescue you if you move faster." Ron said a witty remark, trying hard to show a smile, but unfortunately the far-fetched corners of his mouth could hardly prove that he had achieved his goal.

Ron took a step forward and came directly to the predetermined position.

Amidst Hermione's screams, the White Queen leapt forward and knocked Ron to the ground with one punch.

To their relief, Ron was not bleeding, and after being dragged aside, Harry saw his chest still heaving, much to their relief.

Harry followed Ron's instructions and moved to where Ron had said. The White King took off his crown and threw it at him, and then all the white pieces bowed to them and backed away, out of the way.

They won, and the black pieces behind them seemed to surround them in celebration, connecting with the white pieces, and blocking other directions.

Now they could only move forward, took another deep look at their friend who was lying on the ground, and the two rushed towards the next corridor.

Break through the checkpoint faster, and you can come back earlier to send Ron to the school infirmary. This made the two of them run hard, and pushed open the door of 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 rats on Ron's body was insignificant in comparison.

Thinking of Ron, the two who were smoked into tears cheered up again and looked into the room.

Fortunately, they didn't have to fight with the owner of the scent. A giant monster lay motionless on the floor, a big bag was knocked out on its head, and the surrounding area was dripping with blood.

Unfortunately, Harry's previous speculation was confirmed, and it was obvious that someone had come here before them.

Now the two hope that there will be as many difficult levels as possible in the future, so that they can have time to catch up with each other.

As for how the two young wizards who have not yet graduated can surpass each other, they subconsciously ignored this question.

They had to move forward, otherwise Ron's sacrifice and all the previous efforts of the three would be meaningless.

Just as the two of them stepped into the next room, purple flames shot up behind them, sealing off the road ahead.

Through the small table in the middle, they saw black flames emanating from the opposite door at the same time, which trapped them.

There are seven vials on the table with a piece of parchment next to it.

Harry and Hermione read it together, it was a puzzle.

Harry quickly gave up thinking about it, thinking it would be nice to have Hermione with him.

The little witch looked at the seven bottles in front of her with a bright smile on her face. Logical puzzles like this are one of her favorite pastimes.