HP Dawn Night

We're standing next to a huge chessboard, but that's not the most shocking thing.

"What did they do Potter!" Draco said angrily.

Most of the black and white chess pieces in front of him have been broken and scattered on the ground, and the rest of the chess pieces are lifeless in their last positions.

"Professor Sprout's devil's net, Professor Flitwick's key, then this must be Professor McGonagall's transformation magic." I stepped into the chessboard, and there was no movement. Those chess pieces seemed to have lost the ability to play with others. ability.

"It seems that the way to pass here is to win a game of chess." Draco pointed to the opposite door, "Now there is only Quirrell and the godfather's magic."

"Oh—wait!" I was about to walk towards the opposite side, but I happened to catch a glimpse of a few large pieces of broken white stone. It looked like a horse, but where was its rider? "Draco, Draco!"

"what?"

"Wait a moment."

I walked quickly towards the shattered horse.

"Merlin!" After walking a few steps, we all saw who was lying next to the horse, and no one could have mistaken the tuft of red hair - Ron Weasley was lying lifelessly on the ground, There was a swollen lump on his head, and his face was pale.

"He's still alive, just passed out." Draco bent down to check, and then sighed angrily and helplessly, "I think we should contact Pansy, Vio, it seems that the situation is not what we thought So easy."

I nodded, and pulled the double-sided mirror from my robe pocket.

"Pansy, go to Father, or Professor McGonagall, or Professor Dumbledore. Tell them we found Weasley unconscious here at the chessboard, and the others may have moved on."

I believe that the second half of what I said was confused by Pansy, but she quickly agreed.I heard her tell Blaise to go find Dumbledore, while she herself was sprinting to the Potions Master's office.

"Okay," I closed the double-sided mirror reassuringly, "someone will come soon, but what shall we do now?"

Draco paced the chessboard, seemingly contemplating a dead end game.After a while, he said slowly, "Maybe we should stop here, Vio."

I was silent and did not speak.

"Our actions were too impulsive tonight." He looked at Weasley at his feet. "It seems that what awaits us may be something more dangerous."

He was right.I must come.

I opened my mouth, but what I said was approval: "Okay, we'll go back together after waking Weasley up." As I spoke, I waved my wand, "Clear water is like a spring——"

"—Ron!" The sound of the door slamming against the wall was accompanied by a mournful cry, and Hermione Granger burst through the door across the room, her hair still more matted and her face looking eager. expression.

"Oh..." She stopped when she saw me surrounded by Weasley, and when she saw the arrogant and disgusting Draco in a blink of an eye, the smart Granger couldn't say a word Out.

The three of us maintained a perfect stalemate, neither trying to break the silence first.

At this moment, Weasley on the ground uttered a painful monosyllable.

"Ron!" Granger immediately bent over to inspect his companion's injuries, "Are you okay? How do you feel? Can you get up?"

Draco sneered at her stack of questions.

Weasley seemed a little dizzy, he opened his eyes slowly, and didn't answer Granger's question right away.I glanced at Draco, he rolled his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hermione?" Weasley seemed to have regained some consciousness at last, but he woke up when he saw Granger. "Where's Harry? You left him there alone?"

"Someone has killed Quirrell's troll before us. Now we have to hurry, to the Owl Cottage - find Dumbledore. Harry may be able to keep Snape at bay for a while, but -" she Suddenly remembered something and stopped awkwardly.Weasley raised his head in confusion, and the next second, he jumped up with surprising agility, drew out his wand and pointed it at me:

"Hey! What are you doing here? Huh?" He waved his wand aggressively, not at all like the half-dead look just now.Draco threatened him angrily:

"Put down your wand, Weasley, or you'll just be a slug crawling out of here today!"

This situation is really wonderful. I looked around and didn't know whether to show generosity or explain things clearly to them here.

"I don't understand, Granger," I said slowly at last, "what does this have to do with my father?"

Granger looked down at the toes of his shoes in embarrassment. Was there a time when the know-it-all couldn't answer?But Weasley shouted with great excitement:

"Of course it does! Snape wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone! You-Know-Who might still be with him! Now Harry is alone in there with the two of them. Oh, by the way, why are you two here? Bat's little helper?"

Draco cut him off impatiently: "Shut up, Redhead. How do you explain that thing that attacked Vio in the Forbidden Forest?"

Weasley blushed: "Trick! Malfoy, isn't that what you Slytherins are best at? And it's aimed at Harry!"

"Poor Weasley—!" Draco was furious, but Weasley yelled at Granger even louder:

"We need to get out of here quickly, they're a big problem." He pointed his wand at me, but I was obviously much quicker on the fighting side:

"All petrochemical!"

Weasley's wand fell from his hand, his arms snapped to his sides, his legs stood at attention, and he stood upright.The whole body stiffened, swayed in place a few times, and then fell to the ground with a plop, looking like a hard stone sculpture.

"We'll prove Father isn't that guy." I looked at Granger sullenly, "but now we just want to get out of here!"

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