However, not long after they rushed into the multicolored swirl of keys, Alan had already excitedly swooped down to the door with a key in his hand, and inserted the big silver key with hanging wings into the keyhole, twisted it hard, and with a click, the door lock was popped open! It was caught twice in a row, and looked emaciated.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione landed cheering and quickly came to the door. Alan pushed open the door, and the second room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. But as soon as they stepped inside, the room suddenly became brightly lit, illuminating a shocking scene.

They stood on the edge of a huge chessboard, with black pieces in front of them, all taller than them, as if carved from something like throwing black stone. At the other end of the room, facing them, were white chess pieces. Harry, Ron, and Hermione trembled with fear—none of the towering white chess pieces had facial features on their faces.

"It's like stepping into a horror movie. Alan was furious. "This level can only be relied on Ron, after all, he doesn't know anything about magic chess. Alan thought quietly.

"What now?" Harry whispered.

"It's not obvious?" Ron said, "We had to play chess to get to the other end of the room." ”

They saw a door behind the white pieces.

"How to play the law?" Hermione asked nervously.

"In my opinion," Ron said, "we have to act as pawns." ”

Ron was really good at playing magic chess, and although there was one more Ellen, he still played an equal game. In the end, he sacrificed himself to ensure the final victory. Halfway through, Hermione almost moved at will because she was worried about Ron, ruining her hard-won victory, which made Alan's heart pound after not being nervous for a long time, he didn't know how to play magic chess, and it was obvious that Harry and Hermione were not good at it either.

As a trembling Harry moved three squares to the left. The White King took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet. They won...... The white pieces bowed and retreated, making way out so that they could walk smoothly towards the door.

"Hermione, I don't know what's next. But Ron clearly needed treatment. You take Ron back first, grab two broomsticks from the room with the keys flying, and they'll carry you through the trapdoor and past Louwe. Then you go straight to the owl's hut and send Hedwig to deliver a message to Dumbledore, we need him to help. Harry commanded Hermione with clarity and method, much to Allen's impress.

"But, Harry, if it's Snape, can you two beat it?" asked Hermione, worried.

"We may not be able to beat it, but we can at least delay it for a while. "Harry knew that Alan was very strong, but the other party was a professor after all, and he was a little unsure. "If we can't beat it, we need you to send a letter to Dumbledore as soon as possible so that we can be rescued in time. Alan smiled and comforted Hermione.

Hermione hugged Harry and, with a little hesitation, hugged Alan as well. "Good luck to you. Hermione said no more and turned to leave, as Alan said, the sooner she summoned Dumbledore back, the more likely it was that Harry and Eren would be safe.

Alan and Harry didn't delay any longer, rushed through the door, and made their way down the next hallway.

"What do you think will happen next?" Harry asked Alan.

"We've passed through Professor Sprout's mechanism, the devil's web, the one who enchanted those keys must have been Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall had deformed the pieces and brought them to life, and Professor Quirrell's magic was left below, and Professor Snape's. Alan told the story like a treasure.

They came to another doorway. Harry pushed the door open. A disgusting stench hit their noses, and they had to lift their clothes to cover their noses. Tears were also in their eyes, and through the blurred tears they saw a troll, even bigger than the one Harry had fought the last time they had fought, 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. ”

Alan opened the next door, and the next step should be Professor Snape's level. 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. Upon closer inspection of the room, they confirmed that there was nothing terrible here, just a table with seven bottles of different shapes lined up. Although Alan doesn't remember which bottle of the antidote was mentioned in the original book, it didn't prevent him from finding the correct answer - it was the smallest bottle.

There was very little potion left in this inconspicuous little vial, probably enough for a man to pass through the flames.

Harry grabbed the bottle and poured the potion into his mouth. With Allen's acumen, he couldn't grab it in time.

"Alan, you've given a lot along the way, let me face the final hurdle. "Harry has never been calmer.

Alan was suddenly touched at this time, he knew that Harry had chosen to face the difficulties on his own and leave the hope of life to him. In a short period of time, life and death are decided. Harry did value friendship and was courageous.

"Harry, what if the mystery man is inside?" Alan wanted to give Harry some hints to avoid panicking when he suddenly faced Voldemort inside.

"Hmm—I've gotten away with it once before, remember?" Harry pointed to the scar on his forehead and said, "I might be able to turn evil into good fortune." ”

"Harry- you know what, you're a real Gryffindor. Good luck!" Alan was deeply shaken and decided to keep Harry safe.

Harry took a deep breath and walked straight into the black flames. Eren wrapped the Miaomiao wizard robe around his body, activated the invisibility function, and followed through the black flames.

Harry walked into the last room to his astonishment to find that it was neither Snape nor Voldemort, but Professor Quirrell, who was stammering and pale.

Alan stood aside and watched what happened. He was waiting for his time to make a move.

Harry, who had no coveting of the Philosopher's Stone, managed to obtain the Philosopher's Stone, and Voldemort guessed this and asked to speak to Harry himself. Negotiations failed, and he ordered Quirrell to grab Harry, but Quirrell's bare skin hurt unbearably when it touched Harry. The moment Harry fainted, Eren struck, and he "fainted", full of magic, and successfully struck Quirrell on the back of the head. Quirrell fell to the ground, but to Allen's surprise, Voldemort was unaffected by the attack, turning into a cloud of black mist and running out of the door at super speed.