Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Even though he was worried, Ron still gained the upper hand with his superb chess skills, and the situation gradually became clear.

Now he had two choices before him - continue to fight steadily, or take a risk and end the war quickly.

Playing slowly and steadily is not impossible, but it will inevitably waste time. In this race against time, Ron hesitated slightly.

With the friction sound of the chess pieces moving, Glenn lowered his voice and said to Dumbledore next to him: "Ron should be planning to sacrifice himself."

Dumbledore did not answer, and seemed to be still observing the chess game attentively.

As Glenn expected, Ron made a decision quickly.

"Yes..." Ron whispered, "This is the only way...I have to be eaten."

"No!" Harry and Hermione shouted at the same time.

"This is chess!" Ron snapped. "There are always sacrifices to be made!"

Looking at Glenn from his perspective, his back showed rare firmness and determination.

This was his rare moment of glory. No matter how the other two people tried to dissuade him, he still chose this fastest way to end the chess game without hesitation.

He urged the obsidian war horse under his crotch to move to a position where he could attack the king.

"General!"

He said loudly, his voice trembling slightly, his face pale, but his eyes firm.

The White Queen came to him without hesitation, her face without features was terrifying, and she landed a heavy punch with a sound of breaking through the air.

Hermione screamed and covered her eyes, unable to bear to look.

The war horse exploded into pieces with a roar, and a strong air current swept through it, as if there was a small bomb that had just exploded inside the body. The air wave generated by the explosion threw Ron away and slammed into the pile of eaten chess pieces.

"Ron!" Harry shouted, wishing he could rush to his injured friend immediately.

"Hiss...don't move!"

Ron shouted from the pile of chess pieces, and he gasped and stopped Harry.

"If you make a move, all our efforts will be in vain..."

Ron did not faint like in the original book. Although his voice was filled with pain, he was still full of energy, and he should not be seriously injured.

Harry took three trembling steps to the left.

"General!"

The white king took off the crown on his head and threw it at Harry's feet. The white chess pieces bowed and retreated, making way for them to lead to the next level.

"Ron!" Harry quickly ran to Ron's side and tried to help him up from the pile of chess pieces.

Ron was moaning softly. Fortunately, his head was not hit and he was still conscious, but other parts of his body were not so lucky.

His old robe left behind by Bill was torn open by the debris, almost turning it into a tattered beggar's outfit, somewhat like...a ghillie suit.

It seemed that he had been scratched by a stone chip, and there was a faint red blood slowly seeping out from the tear in the robe. What was even more frightening was that his right knee was twisted at a strange angle that normal people could not do.

Hermione sobbed softly and unconsciously clutched the collar of her robe with her small hands. It could be seen that she felt very sorry for Ron's injury at this moment.

Although Ron looked bloody on the surface, his actual injuries were not too serious. They were just skin injuries, and the most serious knee was just a simple dislocation.

Madam Pomfrey could completely heal such a minor injury in just a few seconds.

"I'm fine, I just can't walk."

Ron straightened his body, leaned against the wall, and waved to the two of them.

"Don't waste time, you go quickly, you must prevent Snape from getting the Sorcerer's Stone."

Both Hermione and Harry knew that the situation was urgent, gritted their teeth, left Ron here alone, and then walked across the chessboard to the door of the next level.

Glenn and Dumbledore are already waiting here.

As early as when Ron was blown away, Dumbledore had already checked his condition closely and confirmed that he was not seriously injured.

The next level is Quirrell's troll level, and the old fox and the little fox have been mentally prepared in advance.

Since using the Bubble Charm would reveal their position, both of them could only take a deep breath.

The door was pushed open by Harry, and a disgusting stench hit his face.

The troll had been taken care of by Quirrell, had lost consciousness, and was lying motionless on the floor in front of him, with a large bloody lump on his head.

But losing consciousness does not reduce the stench emanating from it.

Fortunately, after Glenn tested the level last time, Dumbledore didn't forget to add a ventilation pipe to this room.

Otherwise, after such a long time, the smell would definitely be enough to make people cry.

That's the truth behind the so-called eyesore.

Even though ventilation ducts were added, the two little ones were still dizzy from the smoke. They had to cover their mouths and noses with their robes, walked over the giant monster as if fleeing, and opened the door on the opposite side.

Glenn and Dumbledore held their breath as they walked around the troll and followed them into the next room.

Purple flames rose behind him, sealing the entrance to the future. At the same time, black flames also burst out from the door leading to the front.

Hermione immediately spotted the parchment on the table, walked over quickly, picked it up and read it carefully.

"How wonderful! This is not magic, but logical reasoning! Many of the greatest wizards have no logical reasoning skills at all, so they have to be trapped here forever."

She breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled.

Obviously, Harry is one of those people who "doesn't have the slightest ability to reason logically" and cannot understand the contents on the parchment at all.

Hermione ignored him, holding the parchment in one hand and pointing at the bottles with the other, glancing back and forth, doing her own calculations.

The question was not difficult, and it only took her a few minutes to find the answer.

"Found it!" She clapped her hands and pointed to the third bottle from the left. "This smallest bottle can help us pass through the black flames and get the magic stone."

Harry picked up the small, inconspicuous bottle and shook it slightly.

"There's only enough for one person in it," he said with a frown, "less than a sip."

Hermione also had a sad look on her face.

Harry pondered for a moment and asked: "Which bottle can allow you to return through the purple flames?"

Hermione pointed to a round bottle on the far right.

As soon as she finished pointing, she seemed to realize Harry's intention, quickly shook her head, and opened her mouth to say something.

"Listen to me..."

Before she could speak, she was interrupted. The savior star immediately began to assign tasks.

"But Harry - what if the mysterious person is with him?" She still felt uneasy and couldn't help but say.

"I've had a chance to escape once before, remember?" Harry said, pointing to the scar on his forehead, "I've always been able to turn danger into good fortune."

"You know what, Harry."

Hermione took a deep look at Harry, then suddenly rushed forward and hugged him tightly with her arms.

"You are an amazing wizard..."