Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"No, absolutely not!"

"Are you crazy?"

Harry and Hermione's voices rang out at the same time, and the room was filled with the echoes of several people for a moment.

“This is chess!”

“Some sacrifices have to be made!”

"If I take this step, she'll eat me up, and you can checkmate the king, Harry!"

Ron's expression was determined. He was ready to be smashed - at least that was what happened to the black pieces that were dragged off the chessboard.

"But……"

Harry didn't want Ron to be the sacrifice.

"Do you want to stop Snape or not?"

"Ron..."

"Hurry up! If you don't hurry up, he'll have the Philosopher's Stone!"

Ron was getting anxious, and Harry gritted his teeth and was about to speak.

"Don't worry, don't I still have you?"

Dudley's voice sounded, and Ron was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized that this was not an ordinary chess game!

No matter what chess piece it is, once it is captured on the chessboard, it will leave the game.

But now, both the chess pieces and themselves are "alive"!

That is to say, even if the chess pieces can only follow the rules, they are living people and can naturally make other moves - just like the people who entered the next room among them, leaving them with this endgame that is almost impossible to win.

"Dudley, are you...sure?"

Ron looked at the White Queen who was so close to him and asked with some trembling.

He had made the decision to sacrifice himself, but that didn't prove that he felt any fear.

"of course."

Dudley responded in a muffled voice, and at some point he took off his boxing gloves, revealing a pair of fists as big as vinegar jars.

"Good... huh, this kind of chess playing... ha!"

Ron took a deep breath, then instructed Dudley to take that step.

Sure enough, the White Queen rushed over immediately, waving her stone arms and smashing them down on Dudley's head.

Afterwards, the devastating attack against the stone chess piece was blocked in mid-air by a pair of iron fists.

"That's it?"

Dudley shook his head in disappointment.

The attack from the stone statue actually only caused his body to tremble when it landed.

In Dudley's opinion, the attack power of this stone statue is not as good as that of the giant monster in the bathroom.

However, this did not affect the shock of Harry and the others. Ron opened his mouth so wide that his jaw almost dislocated.

"Dudley...you...if you had done this earlier, wouldn't we have to play chess?"

Hermione rubbed her eyes vigorously and shouted loudly to Dudley.

“Who knows what’s inside this statue?”

Dudley laughed loudly, and the White Queen was obviously a little "angry". Seeing that her attack was ineffective and would eliminate the "black chess piece", she simply jumped high and smashed down on Dudley's head.

"Get out of the way!"

Harry yelled.

"No problem, today I'll show you my new magic!"

"Gas consumption and follow!"

Dudley shouted loudly, muttering a "spell" that Harry and the others could not understand, and gathered all his strength into his right fist. Then, he faced the rapidly descending White Queen and punched her hard.

Afterwards, Miss Hermione Granger, the person involved, said this about why the chess piece fell into pieces.

"That's some kind of spell...I've never seen it before."

"It should be similar to armor protection? In short, I don't think that any wizard school in the world would have such a spell preserved."

"What? You're asking me if that was a normal uppercut?"

Miss Granger shook her head and showed a regretful expression to the reporter.

"Well, I saw some kind of white light, and... a sound similar to the roar of a dragon."

The interview ended, but in the room behind the trapdoor, the fight continued.

I don't know if it was the whistling of the falling chess pieces or the wind from Dudley's fists, but after a shrill sound, there was a loud "boom" and the remains of the White Queen fell from the air in pieces.

"Dudley didn't make any moves, which means..."

"Harry, come on!"

Ron was the first to react, and Harry reacted immediately, running towards the lonely White King. Just as he stepped on the grid, the White King took off the crown on his head and quietly left the chessboard. The other remaining chess pieces bowed as if to say goodbye, and gave way to the back.

"Okay, let's go."

Dudley called out, and the three boys, whose legs were still weak, immediately followed and walked through the door tremblingly.

"Sprout's traps are those devil's snares."

"Flitwick was the one who enchanted the keys..."

"Professor McGonagall transformed the chess pieces and made them come alive..."

"That leaves Quirrell's magic... and Snape's."

As Hermione walked, she counted her experiences so far on her fingers.

A foul smell soon hit them, and a troll, even bigger than the one Hermione encountered in the toilet, lay lifeless on the ground - with a large bloody lump on its head.

Needless to say, this was a mechanism set up by Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Compared with other mechanisms, it is obviously very crude. After all, the troll is a creature that even first-year students like Ron and Harry can deal with. It is a stupid monster. Using it to protect the Philosopher's Stone is like a free level.

"That's really confusing."

Dudley grunted.

"Come on, we should just be thankful we don't have to fight this stuff - damn, this place stinks."

Ron kicked the troll angrily.

"you're right."

Harry agreed casually, now he was extremely anxious.

This means that the person who entered the trapdoor before them has already broken through these levels, or in other words, has now obtained the Philosopher's Stone!

"Don't worry, let's go to the next room first."

Dudley patted Harry's shoulder and kicked the door open. After the group walked in, a purple flame suddenly burned behind the door, and the other exit was burning with a dark flame.

There is no doubt that this is a mystery left by Snape.

Seven bottles, one for the advance, one for the retreat, two of nettle wine, and three of a terrible poison which was fatal if taken.

"I've long said that I'm not suited to this kind of logical thinking."

Ron simply sat down on the ground, witnessing the troll's emotional fluctuations. The fear brought by the real-life chess game that had not yet dissipated exhausted all his strength.

"Why can only one person go in?"

Dudley was indignant.

"Stop arguing and let Hermione think!"

Harry waved his hands vigorously, his eyes fixed on the bottle in front of him.

Miss Granger, on the other hand, was pursing her lips, thinking carefully about the logical relationship written above.

Time passed by minute by minute.