Travel from Hogwarts

Ron played this game very well. Although Drinker didn't know much about chess, he knew that Ron was always in control of the overall situation.

As the chess pieces on the scene were captured one after another, the situation became increasingly clear.

"The Shadowless Blade!" Drinker used the Shadowless Blade spell to kill another white chess piece again. Now there were only three white chess pieces left in the field, and there were four black chess pieces. The outcome was obvious.

After that, a white chess piece on the opposite side moved forward two spaces and came right to Drinker's side.

"Wait a minute!" Just when Drinker was about to go up and kill the opponent, Ron called him in time.

"Let me do it, this is my fight!" Ron said, and after finishing speaking, he smiled at Drinker.

"You did a good job!" Drinker praised without hesitation. This was also the first time he praised Ron.

"Wait a minute, Ron, what do you want to do?" At this time, Harry saw the chess game, and he knew that Ron wanted to sacrifice himself.

"You can't do this, we have other ways." Harry shouted, he didn't want Ron to sacrifice himself.

"What do you mean, Ron, are you going to sacrifice yourself?" Hermione also realized what Ron wanted to do.

"Okay, let's look at me next," Ron smiled, interrupting the two people who wanted to continue talking.

"Someone has to sacrifice, right? You have to stop him, Harry."

"Knight, go to H3." Finally, he sent himself to his opponent, and at the next moment, the white chess player on the opposite side turned around and chopped down Ron and his knight with one knife!

"Touch!" Drinker watched helplessly as Ron flew several meters away and landed on the wall, passing out.

"Ron!!!" Hermione couldn't help shouting.

"Don't move, don't move, the game isn't over yet!" Harry stopped him in time, and then took a walk forward.

"General!" Harry said coldly.

After this, White's queen puts down her crown and they win.

"Ron!" After winning the game, Hermione immediately rushed out to check Ron's status.

Drinker and Harry followed closely behind.

"Fortunately, it didn't hurt his vitals. He just fainted." After careful inspection, Drink found that Ron had no internal injuries.

"That's good, let's go, we have to continue." Seeing that Ron was fine, Harry spoke directly and moved on. Drink looked up at him and found that at this time, he did have a bit of a leader's aura.

The three of them opened the door and came to the next level.

As soon as he opened the door, Drinker smelled a disgusting smell. This smell was very strong and pungent, making Drinker feel nauseous.

"There's no smell at all!" Fortunately, he had learned this sixth grade cleaning spell a while ago, but after he used it three times, the smell was still there, just a little less.

At this time, Drink turned his head to check the status of Harry and Hermione. He found that they were similar to him. They were both extremely uncomfortable by the smell, especially Hermione. She was actually brought to tears by the smell. .

"It's a troll!" Hermione said, and following her words, Drink also raised his head. Sure enough, he saw a giant monster that was even bigger than the last troll lying on the ground, looking a little miserable. .

There is a huge bump on the troll's head. Because the bump is so big, it looks like a huge bloody lump on it.

"Oh my God! Snape did it?" Hermione couldn't believe it. This giant monster was much bigger than the last one. However, this giant monster seemed to be killed almost instantly, so this It made Hermione a little worried about whether they could stop Snape.

Well, until now, she thought it was Snape inside.

"Well, at least we have one less enemy now, let's continue," at this time, Drink also said.

The three of them carefully stepped over the giant monster and reached the last level.

This time, it was a dark corridor, and they were in the middle of the corridor. There was a door on the left and right. The one on the left seemed to be the door to go out, and the one on the right was the door to go forward.

At the same time, there are flames on the left and right ends, purple on the left and black on the right.

There was a table in front of them with seven bottles on it, each containing potions of different colors.

"It's Snape's magic, what should we do." Harry was a little at a loss. Snape was now the embodiment of evil and darkness to him, so Harry subconsciously believed that Snape's level was a certain death. level.

"Look, there's a parchment." Hermione didn't think so. At the same time, she saw a roll of parchment on the table.

Hermione hurried over and opened the parchment.

"Be careful, it's dangerous!" Harry reminded him. In his opinion, this was also Snape's conspiracy.

However, Hermione opened the parchment unharmed and nothing happened.

"Danger ahead, safety behind. There are two of us who can help you.

Drink them, one will lead you forward, the other will send you back to where you came from.Two contained nettle wine.

Three are killers, waiting in line.Take your pick, unless you want to be stuck here forever.We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide, they stand to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are insufficient.None of them will work for you if you want to move forward;

Third, you’ll notice that the bottles come in all sizes.

There is no death hidden among giants and dwarfs; fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although they look different, they taste the same. "

Hermione read it in one breath, and Drink actually smiled when he saw her. This really made him confused!

Anyway, he himself couldn't laugh.

"That's great, this is a logical reasoning, a riddle." Hermione said excitedly, like a child seeing a favorite toy.

"Let me think about it! Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one can get us safely through the black fire, and the other can send us back through the purple fire," Hermione continued to talk to herself. , but Drinker and Harry didn't dare to interrupt at all, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

I saw Hermione walking back and forth, reading the paper several times. She walked back and forth in front of the row of bottles, talking to herself, and sometimes pointing her finger at this or that bottle. .

Finally, after 5 minutes, she clapped her hands happily.

"I know, it's this," she said happily.

"This smallest bottle can help us pass through the black flames—and get to the Philosopher's Stone."

Drink and Harry followed her words and looked at the inconspicuous little bottle.

"There's only enough for one person to drink inside,"

"Not even a mouthful," said Harry.

"Which bottle can make you return through the purple flames?" Drinker frowned slightly. He had forgotten this. The bottle was originally enough for two people, but Quirrell took a sip, and now only A little bit next.

Hermione pointed to a round bottle on the far right.

"Then drink that bottle. Don't refute. Listen to me. Harry must be with the purple one. Voldemort is there. Only he can stop it. As for me, I'll see if I can fly over." Drinker Said slowly.