Chapter 42

"I'm fine. It's nothing," Harry stood up with a cold sweat on his forehead. "Compared with this, we should continue to go down and never let Snape --"

He covered his left arm and told it not to shake as much as possible, but the severe pain made him want to cry.

"... stop looking at me and open the door!" Harry said anxiously.

The next room was dark and could see nothing. But before Hermione could use magic, the room suddenly lit up a wall mounted oil lamp, which became bright for a time. But the scene inside made all three people open their mouths.

"Oh, my God!" Ron exclaimed. "This, this is..."

No wonder they were surprised, because the room was quite wide. This spacious room is almost occupied by a super large chessboard.

What surprised them most was the particularity of the chessboard!

"... Ron, is this the wizard chess that Marca gave you at Christmas?" Hermione glared.

"I'm sure he didn't just give it to me," said Ron stupidly.

Harry covered his arm and said hard, "Ron, I remember your wizard chess is very powerful. Do you think..."

"No, no - absolutely impossible," Ron shouted. "The chess invented by Marca is terrible. It's not chess, but luck!"

"But it has to pass --" said Harry, suddenly staring at a space on the opposite chessboard. "Look, what's that!"

Hermione and Ron quickly looked up - blood!

"Oh, it must be Snape who got hurt when he ran through this level!" said Ron.

"Yes, he's helping us even if Marca isn't here." Hermione murmured. "Marca helped us give him a hard!"

But Ron shook his head, "Marca gave him a cruel, but it is estimated that she will give us one -"

"Well, it's no use thinking more, we have to!" Harry said firmly, but his tone trembled a little, and it was obvious that his hand had been sending a signal of pain to his brain.

"Well - there's no way," said Ron. "I'm familiar with it. You'll listen to me later. That's the only way."

"Each of us plays a wizard chess piece! Remember, the number of wizards is the largest, but the ability is the weakest. We must use the effects of various cards to improve our ability, and rely on terrain, station and joint attack to ensure that we will not be killed."

"As long as we can pass through the opponent's defense formation with the help of other powerful chess pieces and occupy the opponent's Castle while resisting the counter attack, we will win!"

"Then come on!" Harry pushed forward. "I believe you, Ron, you always play chess better than me."

"Oh, Harry, are you - all right?" Hermione worried.

"It's okay. All right, Ron, let's go!"

"Well, wizard W5, advance two squares! Giant W3, advance three squares..."

As the chess game began, all kinds of pieces on the chessboard moved. The fire dragon flapped its wings, the giant waved a stick, and the Griffin flew up and circled in place from time to time. Even other wizard chess pieces had vivid expressions and movements.

If the original wizard chess is just a moving chess, this pair of war chess invented by MafA has the taste of a real magic film.

"Roar -"

Under Ron's control, a black dragon of the khhidiri islands swooped down, spewing out a red flame from its mouth and burning two wizard chess pieces in the attack area into powder.

"Oh -" Hermione looked at the picture in fear and didn't dare to think about what would happen if she were there.

"Don't worry!" said Ron. "The chess strength 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 castle opposite!

"No!"

Just as Hermione was relieved, Ron's "bad" made her heart lift up again.

"What's the matter, Ron?" Harry could only hold on so that he wouldn't faint. He made his voice as loud as he could.

"I miscalculated a few steps, um -" he just said a few words and stopped, "no, it's okay, it's okay!"

"Harry, you 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 shouted.

When he finished speaking to Harry, he turned to Hermione and said, "Hermione, go to the side of the castle gate and prevent the other wizard from attacking Harry while attacking the gate."

"What about you?" Hermione asked.

"I have to lure the last horseman Archer," he said. "Don't worry, I have an armored Knight here. I'll be fine!"

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

The horse Archer opposite was indeed blocked by the armored knight. It took at least three rounds to defeat the armored knight. But on the other side, a winged Eagle horse with high mobility was rushing towards him. It was too late.

"The gate is broken!" said Harry suddenly. "I have it!"

At the same time, the winged Eagle horse flew Ron! He shouted before he was hit.

"Keep moving! Harry!"

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

"Oh - poor Ron, he was knocked unconscious."

Harry had occupied the castle by this time, Ron. He won, but he couldn't move on.

The magic creature chess pieces of the other party were turned into stone statues again, and the wizard chess pieces all took off their hats to Ron. Behind the chessboard, the huge stone door opened automatically.

Harry and Hermione looked back sadly at Ron for the last time, rushed through the door and walked down the next corridor.

"Will he --"

"He'll be fine," said Harry, gritting his teeth and trying to convince himself. "What do you think will happen next?"

"We have passed sprott's mechanism, that is, the devil's net; it must be flavie who enchanted the keys; Professor McGonagall deformed the chess pieces and made them live - there is only Chilo's magic and Snape's."

Just then they came to the door of a door.

"All right, Harry?" Hermione asked, looking at him anxiously.

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

As soon as they opened the door, they were choked back by a familiar smell. It was a disgusting smell. They had to lift their clothes to cover their noses.

Their eyes were also smoked with tears. Through their blurred tears, they saw a giant monster.

It was bigger than the one they had seen last time. He lay motionless on the floor in front of him, unconscious, and had a big bloody lump on his head.

"Great, we don't have to fight this monster," said Harry weakly.

They carefully crossed the giant monster's strong legs.

"Come on, I can't breathe."

When Hermione opened the next door, she saw nothing more terrible - there was only one table in the room.

On the table, there are seven bottles in different shapes.

"This should be Snape's magic," said Harry. "What should we do?"

As soon as they crossed the threshold, a flame rose behind them and sealed the door. The flame is unusual. It's purple. At the same time, there was a black flame at the door leading to the front.

They found themselves clearly trapped in the middle.

"Look!" Hermione picked up a roll of parchment next to the bottle. "This - this is a logical puzzle!"

Hermione read it quietly, and then took a long breath. Harry was surprised to see that she smiled. He couldn't smile anyway.

"That's wonderful," said Hermione. "Obviously, the method here has nothing to do with magic! Since ancient times, many wizards have no logical reasoning ability, so they have to be trapped here forever."

"Where are we?" Harry gasped.

"Of course not," said Hermione. "All we need to know is written on this paper. Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one can make us safely through the black flame, and the other 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 several times. She walked up and down in front of the row of bottles, talking to herself, pointing to this or that bottle.

Finally, she clapped her hands happily. It looked very cute.

"I see," she said. "This smallest bottle can help us through the black flame - get the Sorcerer's stone."

Harry looked at the little bottle and said, "it looks like it's only enough for one person."

Hermione looked at Harry, hesitated, then pointed to the round bottle on the far right and said, "this bottle can let you return through the purple flame."

"Harry, you have to drink it --"

"- no, it's up to me! Must!" Harry stood up and tried to look better.

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

"You're badly hurt now. You can't stop Snape even in the past! But I'm fine. Even if I can't, I can run away."

"And you, now, now! Go to the flying key room, get a broom - if Ron wakes up, call him - and then go to the owl room to send a letter to Dumbledore! Anyway, I'll try to hold Snape and do everything, and you! Go!"

Hermione finished, picked up the smallest bottle, poured it into her mouth, and then went to the black flame.

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

Harry couldn't figure out whether Hermione was talking to him or to herself.