Although Voldemort had already guessed that he was impatient, the scene in front of him was still beyond the expectations of the boys.

It was a tall and spacious room, the size of two classrooms, and a flat ball of light about half a room was hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire chessboard.

Originally, they would go to a smooth chessboard made of black and white stone, play against the white pieces, and win the game before moving on to the next room.

Ron has figured out what chess pieces to replace this time for the four of them to have a higher safety factor.

Less being eaten a few times, it can also make Rig play less tricks of the illusion spell, resulting in a failure to clear the level.

But now, the whole room has been destroyed even more than Professor Flitwick's level, and it is clear that there is no need to play chess.

A deep crack stretched across the center of the board, and the pieces they had ever seen shattered across the ground.

The White Queen, who had been eyeing Harry before and almost gave Ron a punch, was the most broken.

Its entire body was broken into 7 or 8 pieces, and its head, which had no facial features, was split in half, as if it had been directly shattered by some powerful spell.

More than the normal number of pieces of chess pieces filled the chessboard, and the Black Knight they had seen before, etc., may have been blown to pieces long ago.

Rig: They immediately understood why Professor McGonagall was called away in the middle of the exam.

This is not the first time the board has been blown apart.

After Professor McGonagall was called away, she restocked the pieces and designed new levels.

But now the second level designed by Professor McGonagall is irrelevant, and all of her creations have been blown up twice.

This time, Voldemort didn't intend to hide that he had come to break through and try to take away the Philosopher's Stone, and directly used the most powerful spell he could use to shatter everything he could see in the entire room.

Hermione looked at the old and new pieces on the chessboard and analyzed.

"But now they're all blown up again." Rig picked up the head of a chess piece and looked at it, guessing that the core magic of these chess pieces was probably located in the center of the head, so as long as it was broken, it would completely lose its ability to move and revert to a stone statue.

Harry, looking around, pointed to the door and said, "Look, the door is open. ”

The boys cautiously walked around the pieces of chess, Ron muttering all the spells he knew.

Hermione, who was ahead of Ron, sincerely hoped that Ron would not use a spell that he wouldn't know.

Passing through the chessboard, they jumped over the cracks.

Rig walked forward and looked around, and soon he beckoned to the others.

"Look."

Rig pointed to the edge of the crack that passed through the center of the board and said, "It's all blood."

A dark blood that seemed to be pregnant with ominous teeth, dripping down the cracks, some already dry, some still bubbling.

Rig could imagine that the weakened Voldemort forcibly cast a spell, and was consumed by the magic, sliding forward while vomiting blood.

The trail of blood led all the way to the open door, which Hermione looked at with some awe and horror.

Harry said a little nervously, "So, it's Voldemort, right?" He's badly injured and we still have a chance! ”

Ron, who was trying to swallow his saliva, was not comforted by Harry at all, his eyes were nervously straightened.

Rig and Hermione discussed, and before entering the next door, they used Transfiguration to leave a message to the professors who might enter later, carefully explaining what they knew.

Ron picked up the sword that nearly pierced Harry, hoping to add a sense of security.

Harry had been looking for a long time, but he couldn't find a more suitable weapon, so he had to give up.

They came to the open doorway.

The familiar disgusting stench came to their noses, and the trolls were still lying where they had seen before.

But this time instead of snoring happily to sleep, it lay motionless on the floor in front of it, unconscious, with a large bloody lump in front of its head.

Hermione couldn't bear to look at the countless small wounds on the back of its head, and was rigra forward with her eyes closed.

"Great, we don't have to fight this troll anymore." Harry whispered that he had always thought that their victory over the troll at the beginning of the school year was due to luck.

They cautiously straddled the troll's thick legs, avoiding his wounded head.

"Let's go, I'm out of breath." Ron dragged the sword forward, and Rig watched as the sword became sharper and sharper as Ron sharpened it.

The next door was also open.

Voldemort, who had already passed, didn't have the time or heart to close the door again.

There is only one desk in this classroom, on which are lined with seven bottles of different shapes.

"It's Snape's level," Harry said, "what should we do?" ”

No sooner had the quartet crossed the threshold than a burst of flame rose from behind them, sealing the doorway. The flame was unusual and purple.

At the same time, black flames burst out from the doorway leading to the front.

They were trapped in the middle.

The boys were trying to find clues, and Hermione found a piece of parchment with riddles written on it.

Just as they were about to solve the puzzle, the black flame of the door in front of them fluctuated twice.

Harry, who couldn't help and had been looking at the door, motioned for the others to look in surprise.

The black flames continued to tremble, and the color became lighter and lighter, gradually turning into the color of ordinary flames.

Rig frowned and looked at the door frame and said, "Voldemort didn't clear this level normally, he forcibly opened the door again." ”

As the flames grew fainter, the ominous-colored blood of the Rig they had seen before trickled through the doorframe and went inside.

Behind the door is a deep pathway, with a bright light in the distance, which should be the entrance to the next room.

The blood didn't dry up this time, and it was clear that Voldemort hadn't been out of here for long.

The quartet stood still, gasping nervously.

Rig simply used this as a final tactical talking point, and the four of them sat cross-legged and whispered a discussion.

Ron was so welcoming of the idea that he felt a little more away from danger when he could see someone whose name he couldn't even name.

Several people pulled out what they had on their bodies.

Harry had the Cloak of Invisibility on his body, and Ron still had the flute in his arms and a sword in his hand.

Rig also took out the strangely gifted biting cap from the wizard's robe and put it on his sleeve.

Hermione rummaged through her pockets with a look of embarrassment, everyone else had taken out something, and it seemed that she should have brought something to prepare, but she didn't bring anything.

Rig comforted Hermione and told Hermione to think about the spell she would do.

Hermione accepted the assignment with a solemn face, and began to reminisce wildly.

Without knowing it, Hermione was surprised to find that she had learned so many spells.

She has been studying hard and even studied the lessons of the later grades in advance.

Coupled with a library like Hogwarts treasures, she also learned some very useful little spells.

After discussing several scenarios for facing Voldemort, the four men stood up and took a deep breath.

They got ready and walked through the door.

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First of all,The arrears are capped.,The cute master behind it won't be counted in the arrears for the time being.,Otherwise, I'm really not finished.。

At present, it is 102 + 160 - 1 + 2 = 263 more. When it was put on the shelf, it was planned to be more than 10,000 words a day, but unfortunately I didn't dare to write it because of the fever, and I put it in the owe change.

I will pay back these 263 chapters slowly, and strive to finish it in a year and a half, sad ————

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