Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 41: Super Wizard War Chess

　　 "I'm okay, it's nothing," Harry sweated coldly on his forehead, but he stood up forcibly. "Compared to this, we should keep going down, and never let Snape— —"

　　 He clutched his left arm to keep it as undisturbed as possible, but the severe pain made him feel an urge to cry.

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

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

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

　　No wonder they are surprised, because the room is quite wide. But this spacious room was almost filled by a large chess board.

　　 What surprised them most was the peculiarities of this board!

　　 "...Ron, is this the wizard game that Maca gave you on Christmas?" Hermione stared wide-eyed.

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

　　 Harry clutched his arms and said hardly: "Ron, I remember your wizard chess is very good, do you think..."

　　 "No, it's impossible—absolutely impossible." Ron said loudly, "The war chess invented by Maca is too terrifying. It is not chess skills, but luck!"

　　 "But this level has to be over--" Harry said, staring at a certain square on the opposite board, "Look, what is that!"

　　Hermione and Ron hurriedly looked up—bloodstains!

　　 "Oh, Snape must have been injured while breaking through this level!" Ron said.

　　 "Yes, even if Maca is not there, he is helping us." Hermione murmured, "Maca helped us give him a cruel!"

　　 But Ron shook his head, "Maca gave him a cruel one, but it is estimated that he will give us one—"

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

　　 "Then-there is no way," Ron said, "I am more familiar with it. You will listen to my instructions for a while, so you can only come like this."

　　"We each play a wizard chess piece! Remember, the number of wizards is the most, but the ability is the weakest. We must use the effects of various cards to improve our abilities, and rely on terrain, position and combination Attack to ensure that you are not killed."

　　 "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!"

　　"Come on then!" Harry pushed forward, "I believe you, Ron, you are always better than me in chess."

　　 "Oh, Harry, are you—are you okay?" Hermione was worried.

　　 "It's okay. Okay, Ron, let's get started!"

　　 "Well, wizard w5, go two squares! Giant w3, go three squares..."

　　As the chess game began, all kinds of chess pieces on the chessboard began to move. The fire dragon flapped its wings, the giant waved a big stick, and the griffon flew up and hovered 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 moving chess game, the war chess invented by Na Mafa has the flavor of a real magic movie.

　　"Roar——"

　　Under Ron's control, a black dragon from the Heshetian Islands swooped down one by one, bursting with red flames from his mouth, burning the two wizard chess pieces within the attack range to powder.

　　 "Oh—" Hermione looked at the scene in fear, not daring to think about—what would happen if she were there.

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

　　 In fact, Ron's chess level is really good. After a while, they were finally almost reaching the castle opposite!

　　 "That's it!"

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

　　 "What's wrong, Ron?" Harry could barely let the pain pass out at this time, and he made his voice louder as much as possible.

　　 "I miscalculated a few steps, um--" He just said a few words, then stopped, "No, it's okay, it's okay!"

　　 "Harry, you go to the square in front of the castle, and you will attack the castle gate every next round! No matter what happens, don't stop, no matter what happens!" Ron said loudly.

　　 finished speaking to Harry, he turned his head to Hermione next to him and said: "Hermione, you go to the side of the castle gate, while attacking the gate, prevent the other wizard from attacking Harry."

　　 "What about you?" Hermione asked.

　　 "I have to seduce the last horseman archer of the other party," he said, "Don't worry, there is an armored knight on my side, I'll be fine!"

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

　　 The horseman archer on the opposite side was indeed blocked by the armor knight. It would take at least three rounds to defeat the armor knight. But on the other side, a eagle-headed horse-winged beast with quite high mobility was rushing towards him, seeing that it was too late.

　　 "The door is broken!" Harry suddenly said loudly, "I have taken it!"

　　 At the same time, the eagle-headed horse-winged beast flew Ron to the top! Before he was hit, he shouted aloud.

　　 "Go ahead! Harry!"

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

　　 "Oh-poor Ron, he was knocked out."

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

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

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

　　"Will he—"

　　 "He will be fine." Harry gritted his teeth and said, trying to convince himself of this, "What do you think will be next?"

　　"We have passed Sprout’s mechanism, which is the devil’s net; it must be Flitwick who casts the magic on those keys; Professor McGonagall deformed the chess pieces to make them come alive-below Quirrell's magic is left, and Snape's."

　　 was talking, they came to the door of a door again.

　　 "Is it all right, Harry?" Hermione asked, looking at him worriedly.

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

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

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

　　 This was bigger than the one they had seen last time, lying motionless on the floor in front of him, unconscious, and there was a big **** lump on his head.

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

　　 They carefully stepped over the thick legs of the monster.

　　 "Go, I can't breathe."

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

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

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

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

　　 They found that they were obviously trapped in the middle.

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

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

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

　　 "Where are we?" Harry gasped.

　　 "Of course not," Hermione said, "All we need to know is written on this piece of paper. Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one can safely pass through the black flames. , The other one can send us back through the purple flame."

　　"But how do we know which one to drink?"

　　"Give me a minute~IndoMTL.com~Hermione read the paper several times. She walked up and down in front of the row of bottles, talking to herself, while pointing at this or The bottle.

　　 Finally, she clapped her hands happily, it looked so cute.

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

　　 Harry looked at the inconspicuous little bottle, and couldn't help but say: "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 allows you to return through the purple flame."

　　 "Harry, you have to drink it--"

　　"—No, I should do it! Must!" Harry stood up straight, trying to make himself look better.

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

　　 "You are seriously injured now, and there is no way to stop Snape even in the past! But I'm fine, even if I can't, I can run away."

　　"And you, now, right now! Go to the room with the key to flying and get a flying broom — if Ron wakes up, call him with him — and go to the owl room to send a letter to Dumbledore! No matter what! How, I will try to hold Snape in every way, and you! Go!"

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

　　 "I still remember being in the library that day," she said as she walked, "Maca said, I am a Gryffindor, the smartest Gryffindor, I don't think I will let him treat me It must become a joke."

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