The moment Ron stood firm, the White Queen immediately pounced. She raised her stone arm and punched Ron in the head, causing Ron to fall to the floor, and Harry and Hermione screamed in terror at the White Queen's attack, but Ron wasn't torn apart.

But looking at Ron who fell to the ground, Harry and Hermione were still very worried about his condition. But then Ron was dragged off the board.

Trembling, Harry knew he had to act so that Ron's sacrifice would not be in vain, so he moved three squares to the left and came to the White King's body to "checkmate" him.

The White King took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet. At the same time, the white chess pieces bowed and retreated, making way out. So that they can walk smoothly to that door. Harry and Hermione looked back sadly at Ron one last time before rushing through the door and down the next hallway.

"Will he ......?"

"He'll be fine." Harry said, while trying to convince himself of this.

Looking at Harry's expression, Hermione also forced herself not to think about Ron, who had just sacrificed herself, and asked Harry, "What do you think will happen next?"

Due to the intervention of Yang Su in this world, Harry and the others knew very little about this test. But based on what he knew, he still guessed something.

"That devil's net should be Professor Sprout's test. Because that's herbalism. Hagrid's test was Lou Wei at the door. Those flying keys are supposed to be Professor Flitwick's. Professor McGonagall deformed the pieces and brought them to life. Snape may have set a test as well, and Professor Quirrell, who he coerced, should have. ”

"Don't forget what Professor Robin said that the hardest test was with him. Then the last level is Professor Robin's. After listening to Harry's words, Hermione added.

At this time, the two came to the front of a room, and after looking at each other, they firmly pushed open the door in front of them.

A disgusting stench hit their noses, and they had to lift their clothes to cover their noses. Their eyes were also smoked with tears, and through the blurred teary eyes, they saw a troll, even larger than the one they had fought last time, lying motionless on the floor in front of them, unconscious, with a large bloody lump on its head.

"Great, we don't have to fight this troll anymore." Harry whispered. They cautiously straddled the troll's thick legs. "Let's go, I'm out of breath."

The two of them, who guessed that the troll might have been knocked down by Snape, couldn't care so much anymore and immediately entered the next room. They had already thought of what he would look like when he got the Philosopher's Stone.

He opened the next door, and for a moment the two of them couldn't look at what was waiting for them next—but there was nothing terrible here, just a table with seven bottles of different shapes lined up.

"It's Snape's test." Harry looked at the potion bottle in front of him and scratched his head and asked, "What should we do?"

As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from behind them, sealing the doorway. The flame was unusual: it was purple. At the same time, black flames burst out from the doorway leading to the front. They were trapped in the middle.

"Look!" Just as she was in a dilemma, Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment that had been placed next to the bottle. Harry stood behind her, reading with her: danger in sight, safety in the rear. Two of us can help you. Drink them down, one will lead you forward, and the other will send you back to where you came. Two of them are filled with nettle wine. Three are killers and are waiting in line. Choose, unless you want to be here forever. We also provide four clues to help you choose: first, no matter how cunning the poisons are, they are actually on the left side of the nettle wine; Second, the contents of the bottle at the left and right ends are not thoughtful. None of them will work for you if you want to move forward; Thirdly, you will find that the bottles vary in size. There is no hiding of death in giants and gnomes; Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although the appearance is different, the taste is the same.

"It's amazing!" Hermione looked at the hint Snape left behind and exclaimed, "This test is a logical reasoning, it's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards have no ability to reason logically, and they are trapped here forever. ”

"What about us, we can't get out either, can we?" After listening to Hermione's words, Harry looked a little frustrated, logical reasoning, he was not good at this at all.

"Of course not," Hermione said with a smile as she looked at Harry, "and all we need to know is written on this piece of paper." Seven bottles: three are poisons; two are wine; One will allow us to pass safely through the black flames, and the other will send us back through the purple flames. ”

"But we don't know what each of them is. What if you drink poison? ”

"Wait a minute, I'll find out." As she spoke, Hermione picked up the parchment and pondered where she was.

After some thought, she clapped her hands happily. "We've found the answer," she said, "and this smallest bottle will help us get through the black flames to the next level." ”

Harry looked at the inconspicuous little bottle. "There's only enough for one person in it."

Looking at the potion in the small bottle, Harry said helplessly, "This is not a mouthful yet!" ”

After some mental struggle, Harry asked, "Which bottle will make you go back through the purple flames?"

Hermione gestured to a sleek bottle on the far right.

"You drink that bottle." Looking at the bottle Hermione was pointing to, Harry said, "Don't interject yet, listen to me, you go back and find Ron, grab two broomsticks from the room with the keys flying, they will carry you through the trapdoor, past Lowe and go straight to the owl eagle's hut, send Hedwig to deliver a message to Dumbledore, we need him to help." I may be able to contain Snape for a while, but I'm no match for him. ”

"But Harry, what if the mystery is with him?" Listening to Harry's words, Hermione asked with some emotion. "Hmm—I've gotten away with it once before, remember?" Harry forced a smile and pointed to the scar on his forehead and said, "I might be able to turn evil into good fortune." ”

Hermione's lips quivered, and she suddenly lunged at Harry, outstretching her arms around him. After saying goodbye to each other, the two drank different potions and passed through the flames in front of them and behind them.

Cutting through the flames, Harry made his way to the last room. There was already one person in there at this point—not Snape, not even Voldemort.