After an exhilarating hiccup, the three of them stepped into the darkness ahead without hesitation.

As if ignited by the fire in their hearts, the room suddenly became brightly lit, and a huge chessboard appeared.

In addition to them, on a huge chessboard that alternates black and white, there are some huge chess pieces that are taller than people.

Obviously, they had to win in this real chess game.

This made Harry a little glad.

Ron was right, the broomstick was really useless in this game alone.

And this friend of his is a master of wizard chess.

Thinking back to how he had been abused by Ron in the past, Harry was confident that he would pass the test.

Sure enough, under Ron's command, the black pieces on their side gradually won the game.

But soon the chess master had to face a choice.

The knight he represented was in a delicate position at the same time as the castle that Hermione represented.

Although the grid is different, they can both take the king who lives on the other side and force the nearby white queen to eat themselves.

Then the bishop, represented by Harry, attacked, and black was able to win the final game.

Ron's heart made a difficult choice, and the fierce performance of the White Queen before was still vivid.

He convinced himself inwardly that as a chess player he had to stay on the court in order to win the eventual victory.

Then Ron opened his mouth to Hermione, shame causing his face to swell and turn to the same color as his hair.

He felt his throat unusually dry, and the image of the little witch being brutally knocked to the ground kept replaying in his mind, making him unable to utter a word.

Suddenly, Hermione's lying figure on the ground was replaced by another image.

The little witch looked at him and smiled, and held out her right hand firmly.

Ron's nose was a little sour, and he swore that the decision he made next would be 100% the stupidest in his life.

After changing his mind, Mr. Commander noticed that his voice instantly returned to normal.

"Hermione, don't move for a while." Ron hurriedly turned to look at his friend, "Listen to me, Harry, you have to remember every word I say next. ”

Harry saw the boy across from him have an unprecedented look on his face, which gave him a bad feeling.

"Do you see this position between the White Queen and me? I'll move there next. Then you move three squares to the left and the game is over. Ron spoke calmly, as if the person who might be torn apart the next moment was not himself.

Harry followed Ron's pointers, his eyes wide open.

"You're crazy, Ron. White will kill you. After Ron pointed it out, he could certainly see that he could force the White King to move the palace and force the White Queen to move her position, and then he could carry out the lore by himself.

But what about the process in between? Looking at the remains of the chess pieces piled up on the side, he couldn't imagine what it would be like.

Maybe blood will splatter out of your friend's body and fill the entire field.

"It's the only way, Harry." At this, Ron glanced at Hermione vaguely, "Look at those white pieces. ”

Harry and Hermione looked at the white pieces, who had not moved for a long time, and the whites had become a little irritable, and even Harry felt that even the blacks on their side were a little impatient.

"Even if we drag it out, these pieces can't be allowed to leave the board. On the battlefield, deserters don't end well. ”

There was a bit of a trilling at the end of Ron's words, and as time passed, the courage that had just filled his chest was slowly being used to ward off fear.

Now, they're consuming at a rapid pace, and Ron knows he has to end the conversation as soon as possible, or God knows if he'll be able to open his legs for a while.

"Listen, I'm going to start walking. Don't be a mother-in-law, Harry. You said we had to keep the Philosopher's Stone. Ron turned his head back to Hermione, "Remember, don't leave the square you're in after I fall, or my sacrifice will be in vain." ”

Harry was tempted to correct Ron when he said "'I' must keep the Philosopher's Stone" instead of 'we'.

But the current situation really didn't allow him to say this.

Hermione, too, choked up and unable to speak, looked at Ron together, tears welling up in their eyes.

"Don't rub it off for a while, maybe I can save you if you move quickly." Ron said a quip and tried to put on a smile, but the corners of his mouth tugged at hardly to prove that he had achieved his goal.

Ron took a step forward and went straight to his intended position.

At Hermione's scream, the White Queen pounced and knocked Ron to the ground with a single punch.

Thankfully, Ron wasn't bleeding, and after being dragged aside, Harry was relieved to see that his chest was still heaving.

Harry moved to where Ron had spoken, and the White King took off his crown and threw it at him, before all the White Sons bowed back to them and got out of the way.

They won, and the black pieces behind them seemed to celebrate and joined up with white, blocking the other directions.

Now they could only move forward, and once again they took a deep look at their friend who was lying on the ground, and the two of them rushed towards the next hallway.

The faster you break through the level, the sooner you can come back to take Ron to the school doctor's office, which makes the two of them run hard, pushing open the door to the next room without a trace of delay.

The room was filled with an unspeakable stench, and the two agreed that even Muggle tear gas was not so powerful, and that the smell of dead rats on Ron's body was paltry in comparison.

Thinking of Ron, the two of them, who had been smoked to tears, lifted their spirits again and looked into the room.

Luckily they didn't have to fight the owner of the scent, and a troll lay motionless on the floor, a large bag knocked out of its head, surrounded by blood.

Unfortunately, Harry's previous suspicions were confirmed, and it was clear that someone had arrived before them.

Now the two of them wish that the more difficult levels they would have in the future, the better, so that they would have time to catch up with each other.

As for how the two young wizards who had not yet graduated could surpass each other, their heads subconsciously ignored this question.

They had to move forward, or Ron's sacrifice, and all the previous efforts of the three of them, would be meaningless.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the next room, purple flames rose behind them, blocking the road tightly.

Through the small table in the middle, they saw black flames coming out of the doorway on the opposite side at the same time, which made them trapped.

There are seven small bottles on the table, and next to them is a piece of parchment.

Harry and Hermione read it together, it was a puzzle.

Harry quickly gave up thinking and felt how nice it was to have Hermione with him.

The little witch looked at the seven bottles in front of her and smiled brightly, this kind of logic puzzle is one of her favorite pastimes.