This wizard chess game fell into the situation of tying his hands from the beginning.

In fact, the whole chess game is not difficult, after all, these activated chess pieces are only cast with advanced transformation spells, and they are not cast with the "Shengtian Banzi" spell of the prophecy faction. The real difficulty is still reduced by 30% in Professor McGonagall's chess level, which is definitely not as good as Alpha Dog's artificial intelligence level.

It's a pity that Clark and the others have four people, and the pieces that each person replaces are not easy to sacrifice, which greatly increases the difficulty of playing chess, and many means that need to be exchanged to win are not easy to use.

Fortunately, Black's pawns are obedient.

"Clark, diagonally four squares to the right."

Ron rode on the back of a black chess horse, like a battle-hardened general, commanding his cousin, with high spirits, not to mention how happy he was.

Clark obediently followed his opponent's words and straddled four squares diagonally on the board.

He has such an advantage, professional things are handed over to professional people, and things that he doesn't understand will never be blindly commanded.

The soldier on the opposite white side advances one square, and then it is Black's turn.

The confrontation grew fiercer, and several of them were startled when one of their knights was eaten.

For the queen of the white side waved her arm, struck it viciously, swept the black knight to the ground, and then dragged it away from the board and threw it to the side, where there were already many lying black pieces.

This is not the ladylike demeanor that a queen should have, and seeing the fate of being defeated, Ron's voice trembled a little, "Sacrifice is inevitable, we will definitely win." ”

"Hermione, you can now straddle three blocks diagonally and eat the bishop on the other side."

"Harry, you take a diagonal move away from the queen on the other side."

There are fewer and fewer pieces on the chessboard, and the two sides go back and forth, and Ron rides a black horse on a rampant ride on the board, and one person eats almost as many white pieces as he loses.

Finally, the game came to the most critical place.

Ron looked at the situation in front of him and calmly analyzed: "Let me think about it, this, that...... That's it! I'm going to be eaten, that's the quickest way to do it. ”

"No!" Harry shouted to stop.

"That's how chess is played, someone has to make sacrifices! I took a step forward and let it eat me. Harry, so you can kill the king! ”

"But—"

"Don't you want to hurry up and stop Snape?"

"Ron—"

"Harry!"

"Enough! Excuse me, I don't want to ruin your growing friendship, but I'm just going to be eaten, and I won't die depending on what happened. Clark interrupted them.

"Besides, I can cast a spell to protect him, cousin, be brave, and it hurt."

The tragic atmosphere on the chessboard was immediately dispelled by Clark's gag, and Ron could only step forward with a pale face, and the queen of White immediately pounced on him.

"It's all petrified!"

Clarke's spell struck Ron's body, and his muscles instantly tensed and hardened as stone, and the blow that the White Queen could have broken bones on him only swept him off his horse's back.

Even if they were prepared, Hermione screamed, but they didn't dare to move, and could only watch as Queen White lifted Ron's calf and dragged him off the board.

But luckily, it looks like he just fainted.

Harry remembered Ron's words and shuddered as he took three steps to the left, and the White King took the crown off his head and threw it at his feet.

They won!

All the pieces got out of the way and knelt on their knees, clearing a path to the gate, and Harry gave Ron one last look of reluctance, turning his head and walking with Clark and Hermione into the next corridor.

"He'll be fine, right?"

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." Clark comforted Harry and Hermione, who had gone through the ritual of crossing the lake at the beginning of the school year anyway, and as long as they were in the castle, they would not be injured by fatal accidents.

It was still the task of protecting the Philosopher's Stone, and the three of them came to another door.

It's still a magical pathfinder, but fortunately, Quirrell didn't leave any traps in this level, and it seems that when he got here, he began to get anxious.

Or, he felt that the traps in the first two levels had bought him enough time, so he wasn't prepared to waste any more mana.

A few people walked into the room, and a familiar smell immediately came to their faces, it was the thick stench of the sewer mixed with the fermentation of food, and the tears were about to be left behind.

When they got used to it, they saw a troll's skin spread on the floor.

Yes, it was a troll skin devoured in muscle, blood, and bones, and it looked taller and stronger than the one Clark had slain.

But now it seems that they don't have to face this big guy anymore, and they can successfully clear the level and enter the next room.

"What's going on?" Harry cautiously walked over to the troll's skin and kicked it.

"Looks like some kind of sinister black magic." Clark didn't say much, he smelled a familiar smell from the corpse of the troll, it should be Voldemort's "Jörmungadian Touch".

It seems that the last battle in the Forbidden Forest also hurt Voldemort a lot, so he had to choose to devour the filthy and lowly creatures of the trolls in order to stay alive.

That's good news.

They pushed open another door to the room, and it was quiet inside, except for seven glass bottles of different shapes, neatly arranged on a table.

"Magic potions, this should be Professor Snape's trick." Clark said.

As they entered, they were about to take a closer look when a wall of fire rose from behind them and sealed the portal.

This wall of fire is not an ordinary flame at first glance, with a bright violet color.

At the same time, the doorway to the front was blocked by a black wall of fire, and Clark and the others were trapped in the middle of the two walls of fire.

"What's the situation?" Harry was startled by the strange sight.

Clark glanced at him, "What else, it means we can't get out." ”

"Look!"

Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment that had been placed next to the bottle and began to read the puzzle on it:

"The danger is in sight, the safety is in the rear, and there are two of us who can help you.

Drink them down, one will lead you forward, the other will give you ......"

Before she could finish reading, Clark grabbed her.

"Where is the need for such trouble, don't you know this kind of problem at a glance?" As he spoke, he picked out the smallest of the seven vials, "Now, this is the potion that passes through the flames." ”

Hermione looked at the glass bottle in his hand in surprise, "How do you know, you haven't even read the puzzle, do you still understand that the prophecy can't be made?" ”

"This shows IQ." Clark smugly shook the vial in his hand.