HP When Harry is a Genius

The room behind the door was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

But as soon as Harry and Draco stepped inside, the room was suddenly lit up, illuminating a shocking scene.

They stood on the edge of a huge chessboard, in front of them were black chess pieces, which were taller than them, and seemed to be carved out of black stone or something.At the other end of the room, facing them, were some white chess pieces.

Draco was slightly frightened—those towering white pieces had no features on their faces.

There is a door behind the white pawn.

"Looks like we have to play chess to get across the room." Draco took a few deep breaths and said, "We seem to be playing pawns."

"Okay, I'll follow your orders, this game of chess is up to you." Harry said as if he was still throwing his hands away from the shopkeeper.

"Why do you want me to play again?" Draco was a little dissatisfied, "I came here with you, and besides, I don't like playing chess like Weasley."

As he said that, he added: "Only poor parents who have too many children and can't afford to support them like to cultivate their children's hobby of playing chess. Just think about it, a pair of worthless broken chess pieces can send two children away at once. Including the onlookers, I can guarantee that the Weasley family used a game of chess to get rid of all the red-haired brats!"

Harry shook his head and said, "But I don't know how to play chess. If you don't, we won't be able to get through."

Draco obviously didn't believe it: "Is there something else you don't know? I don't believe Weasley didn't teach you."

"It's true that I'm too lazy to play, but are you so resistant because you're afraid of losing? Because it proves that you're not as good as Ron, at least in terms of playing chess," Harry said, leaning on the wall with his arms folded. "I heard that, The level of playing chess and IQ are linked, does this mean that you are worse than Ron—" He dragged out the word, and said softly: "Stupid (stupid)!"

"Scarhead! Who are you calling stupid!" Draco was obviously irritated: "Master, I will show you today, what is the upbringing of a big family!"

Draco angrily walked to a black knight, reached out and touched the knight's horse.Immediately, the stone came to life, the horse pawed the dirt, and the knight turned his helmeted head to look at Draco.Draco asked the living Black Knight, "Do we - er - have to go with you?"

The black knight nodded.

"I'm afraid we'll have to replace the two black pieces here," Draco said, turning back to Harry. "I need to think briefly."

Harry made a "please" gesture, still leaning lazily against the wall and watching Draco think alone.

Finally Draco said, "Scarhead, you take the place of the king, and I'll be the bishop."

The pieces seemed to be listening to them, and as soon as Draco finished speaking, a bishop and a king turned around and walked out of the board with their backs to the white pieces, leaving two empty places for Harry and Draco division.

"The rule in chess is that the white moves first," Draco said, looking across the board to see a white pawn move two squares forward.Draco began to direct the black chess to fight.

"Scarhead—move four squares to the right and forward," Harry obeyed.

When one of their black knights was eaten, the white queen violently knocked that knight down on the floor and dragged him off the board.The black knight lay there face down, motionless, looking terribly miserable.

The sight startled Draco, who looked utterly surprised, as if he hadn't expected the losing pieces to be treated so roughly and cruelly.

He silently turned his head to look at Harry, who grinned at him: "Go on, my wise bishop."

Draco took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, and he began to think more carefully about every chess move.

Every time their black pawns were captured, the white pawns acted ruthlessly and mercilessly.Soon, a large pile of lifeless and scarred black chess pieces fell in disorder by the wall.But after calming down, Draco charged forward on the chessboard by himself, eating more white pieces than black pieces.

Finally, King White took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet.They won.The white chess pieces bowed and retreated one after another, making way for them to walk towards the door smoothly.

Harry thumped Draco's shoulder: "Very good! Your Excellency."

Draco breathed a heavy sigh of relief, feeling that the tension and suffocation that seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand when he was playing chess finally disappeared.

He rolled his eyes at Harry with disdain, and said triumphantly: "The little wizards of the Malfoy family don't like playing chess, which is an easy-to-pass activity exclusive to retired old wizards, but that doesn't mean they can't play. Every big The little wizards in the family were all taught this kind of puzzle game when they were a little older, and at Weasley's age, they are like unweaned children, clinging to their childhood toys."

Harry smiled, noncommittal to Draco's outlandish remarks, he said dotingly: "Amazing, as expected from the Malfoy family—" He dragged his tone viciously: "Little—wizard! "

Draco snorted through his nose, ignored Harry, and the two of them continued walking along the path that was left out by the white pawn.

Whispering voices came from behind,

Queen Bai readjusted her graceful figure: "I think that black-haired king with glasses seems to be a softie, he looks like a little white face."

"Not all kings live as well as I do. You should be glad you married me." King Bai immediately straightened his solid chest.

Bishop Bai sighed in despair: "I really envy their subordinate relationship. I have said long ago that the kingly way is to submit the royal power to the divine power."

"You've already said the word "royalty", what kind of idiot theocracy are you talking about?!" Queen Bai spat at him contemptuously.

King Bai also despised him: "Which of your eyes can see that they are subordinate, your old eyesight really needs to be cured, they are obviously..."

It's a pity that neither Harry nor Draco heard the weird whispers of these defeated pawns.

"We've passed Professor Sprout's trap, the devil's net. It must have been Professor Flitwick who enchanted the keys, and then Professor McGonagall deformed the pieces and made them come to life—here Quirrell's magic is left, and our dean's." Draco analyzed one by one, and they came to another door.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked him quietly.

Draco nodded, "Go in," he said.

Harry pushed the door open.A disgusting stench hit their nostrils, and they had to lift their clothes to cover their noses.The eyes of the two were also smoked with tears. Through the blurred eyes of tears, they saw a troll, bigger than the one they had fought on Halloween, lying motionless on the floor in front of them, unconscious. , with a large, bloody mass on his head.

"Great, I don't have to fight the troll!" Draco exclaimed.

He had already seen along the way that Harry was not going to do anything, as if he was the savior, and Harry was almost there to keep him company.

Draco carefully stepped over the troll's thick legs, "Come on, I can't breathe!"

However, the moment he raised his leg, the troll suddenly opened his terrifying big eyes.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Draco screamed in horror.

The fright came so suddenly and horribly that Draco couldn't control his balance. He slipped and staggered, staggering tremblingly, and accidentally stomped heavily on the giant monster's head with his raised front foot. on the lump.

So the troll fainted again.

"Wonderful!" Harry applauded him: "Very brave, Draco. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to accurately step on the troll's bloody wound." He paused, and then added: "After all, this is really It's so disgusting I don't want to touch it with my body."

Draco was crouching next to him and retching, he gave his shoes four or five "cleaning and freshening", but he still couldn't control the nausea in his heart.Hearing this, he stood up abruptly and gave Harry a hard look.Then he walked to the next door without looking back.

Draco opened the next door. There was nothing scary here. Ron and Hermione were standing by a table with bottles of various shapes.

Harry and Draco had just crossed the threshold when a burst of flames shot up behind them, sealing the door.The flame was unusual: it was purple.At the same time, the door leading to the front was also burning with black flames.

They were caught in the middle with Ron and Hermione.

"Harry, you are indeed here, and Malfoy!" Ron and Hermione greeted him.

Hermione lowered her head, her face was slightly red, she rubbed her robe with her hands, and said in a low voice: "Harry, I discussed it with Ron, and we think that what you said 'there are not so many coincidences in the world' is true." Makes sense. You see, Ron and I easily broke through these levels. The devil's net, flying broomsticks, wizard chess, and this logic problem are not difficult, even as if they were specially designed for first-year students It's just as custom-made. It's so easy to guard the level of the Philosopher's Stone. So, I think, I think, this remaining bottle is for you, and Quirrell should have drunk a bottle before."

"Look!" Ron grabbed a roll of parchment next to the bottle. "Danger ahead, safety behind. There are two of us who can help you. Drink them, one will lead you forward, three Send you back to where you came from, two of them are nettle wine. Three are killers, waiting in line. Choose, unless you want to stay here forever. We also provide four clues to help you choose: First, no matter how cunningly the poison and medicine are hidden, they are actually standing on the left side of the nettle wine; second, the contents of the left and right bottles are different. If you want to move forward, they will not be useful to you; third, you You will find that the bottles are not equal in size. There is no death hidden in the giant and the dwarf; fourth, the second from the left and the second from the right, though different in appearance, taste the same."

Hermione said, "It's not magic, it's logical reasoning, it's a riddle. Many great wizards are clearly proficient in magic, but they don't have the slightest ability to logical reasoning that Muggles are good at. They have to be trapped here forever. I have solved it." Opened the answer, the antidote is—”

Harry waved his hand, interrupting the answer she was about to say, and he took the parchment from Ron's hand and handed it to Draco.

Draco had seen that Harry seemed to be assessing himself along the way, so he took the parchment resignedly while being very aggrieved and began to think: "Nine bottles: three are poison and medicine; Two are wine; one will carry us safely through the black flames, and three will send us back through the purple flames."

Draco read the paper a few more times, walking up and down the row of bottles, talking to himself and pointing to this or that bottle.After a few minutes, he said: "This smallest bottle will help us pass through the black flame, and these three round bottles will help us return through the purple flame."

Hermione gave Draco a thumbs up approvingly.

Harry looked at the inconspicuous little bottle, which was barely enough for one sip, obviously enough for one person.

"Harry, I think this incident is weird everywhere," said Ron, rubbing his hands anxiously: "It really seems to be specially prepared for you. Hermione and I guess that maybe the professors Special checkpoints are set up to train you. After all, you are the most talented student and the boy who survived. I suspect that the matter of Quirrell may be the same. All of this, including the matter of Quirrell stealing the Philosopher’s Stone, may be In order to match the cover played by other professors, he should be behind the black flames, preparing to give you the final assessment."

Draco snorted, and Ron shot him a glare.

Hermione frowned in displeasure: "You guys want to fight again? When is this!"

Harry smiled: "Your analysis is quite right. These are indeed specially set up for my assessment, but Quirrell is not just pretending to steal the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort, he is really stealing the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort. "

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and it took a long time before they could hold back a sentence: "They really paid a lot of money to train you!"

Harry smiled: "Professors may not know this, but the person who made the layout must have made complete preparations. He is very good at using people's hearts and is very patient. Alright, now you go to Professor Snape, Or anyone, just say that I have entered the black flame, and Quirrell is very likely to be with You-Know-Who."

Harry said sarcastically: "Now those professors probably won't be busy with everything and time is precious."

"But Harry, what if the mysterious man is really with Quirrell?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Well - I got away with it once before, remember?" said Harry, pointing to the scar on his forehead. "I might even get away with it."

Hermione's lips were trembling, and she rushed towards Harry suddenly, wrapping her arms around him.

"Harry - you know what, you're an amazing wizard," said Hermione.

Harry nodded, and suddenly said seriously, "Hermione, Ron, Draco, I'm going to be a great wizard, you're my best friends, and I'm sure you will be too."

"Like Dumbledore?" Ron asked, his eyes blazing with excitement.

"No." Harry said, and after he finished speaking, he drank the black liquid in the small bottle in one gulp, and walked into the black flame without looking back.

The author has something to say: Troll: I think I can save it again!