Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

This wizard chess game fell into a situation where it bound its hands from the very beginning.

In fact, the whole chess game is not difficult. After all, these activated chess pieces are only cast with advanced transformation spells, and they are not cast with the spell of "Victorious Banzi" of the prophecy faction. The real difficulty is still 30% lower than Professor McGonagall's chess playing level, which is definitely not as good as AlphaGo's artificial intelligence level.

It's a pity that there are four of Clark and the others, and the chess pieces replaced by each of them are not easy to sacrifice, which greatly increases the difficulty of playing chess, and many methods that require exchanging pieces to win are not easy to use.

Fortunately, Black's pieces are still obedient.

"Clark, move four squares diagonally to the right."

Ron rode on the back of a black pawn horse, like a battle-tested general, commanding his cousin, full of vigor, not to mention how happy he was.

Clark obediently followed the opponent's words, and crossed four squares diagonally on the chessboard.

He is a person who has such an advantage. Professional things are left to professional people, and things that he doesn't understand will never be blindly directed.

White's pawn on the opposite side advances one square, and it's Black's turn again.

The confrontation intensified, and when one of their knights was eaten, several people were taken aback.

Because the white queen waved her arm, gave it a vicious blow, swept the black knight to the ground, then dragged it off the board, and threw it to the side, where there were already many black chess lying down.

This is not the ladylike demeanor that a queen should have. Seeing the fate of being defeated, Ron's voice trembled a little, "Sacrifice is inevitable, we will definitely win."

"Hermione, you can now cross three squares diagonally and eat the bishop opposite."

"Harry, you move diagonally to avoid the queen on the opposite side."

There were fewer and fewer pieces on the chessboard, and the two sides came and went. Ron rode a black horse on a rampage on the chessboard, eating almost as many white pieces as he lost black pieces.

Finally, the chess game came to the most critical place.

Ron looked at the situation in front of him, and calmly analyzed: "Let me think about it, this, that...it should be like this! I'm going to be eaten, this is the fastest way."

"No!" Harry stopped loudly.

"That's the way chess is, someone has to make a sacrifice! I step forward and it eats me. So you can checkmate that king, Harry!"

"but--"

"Don't you want to hurry up and stop Snape?"

"Ron—"

"Harry!"

"Enough! Interrupt,

Although I don't want to destroy your growing friendship, I'm just being eaten. Looking at the situation just now, I won't die. "Clark interrupted them.

"Besides, I can still cast a spell to protect him, cousin, be brave, just hurt."

The original tragic atmosphere on the chessboard was immediately eliminated by Clark's gag. Ron could only take a pale step forward, and the white queen immediately rushed towards him.

"All petrified!"

Clark's spell hit Ron, and his muscles tensed instantly, hard as a rock. The White Queen's blow that could have broken bones hit him, but just swept him off the horse's back .

Even though they were prepared, Hermione screamed, but they didn't dare to move, they could only watch as the white queen lifted Ron's calf and dragged him off the chessboard.

But fortunately, it seems that he just passed out.

Remembering Ron's words just now, Harry trembled and moved three steps to the left. King White Fang took off the crown from his head and threw it at his feet.

They won!

All the chess pieces moved aside and knelt down, clearing a path leading to the door. Harry reluctantly gave Ron a last look, then turned his head and walked into the next corridor with Clark and Hermione.

"Will he be all right?"

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." Clark comforted Harry and Hermione. Anyway, they had gone through the ceremony of crossing the lake at the beginning of school. As long as they were in the castle, they would not suffer fatal accidental injuries.

The task of protecting the Sorcerer's Stone was still important, and the three came to another door.

It's still a magic pathfinding, but fortunately, Quirrell didn't leave any traps in this level. It seems that he also started to worry when he got here.

Or, he felt that the traps in the first two levels had bought him enough time, so he didn't plan to waste any more mana.

A few people walked into the room, and a familiar smell immediately hit their faces. It was the strong smell of sewer mixed with fermented food, which choked people to tears.

After getting used to it a little bit, they saw a giant monster's skin was spread on the floor.

Yes, it was a troll's skin that had been devoured of muscles, blood and bones, and it looked taller and stronger than the one that Clark had beheaded.

But now they seem to be able to pass the level smoothly and enter the next room without having to face this big guy again.

"What's the situation?" Harry walked carefully to the side of the troll's skin, and kicked it with his foot.

"It seems to be some kind of very evil black magic." Clark didn't say much, he smelled a familiar smell from the corpse of this troll, it should be Voldemort's "Jormungandrad's touch".

It seems that the last battle in the Forbidden Forest also caused great damage to Voldemort, so he had to choose to devour such dirty and lowly creatures as trolls to maintain his life.

That's good news.

They pushed open another door of the room, and the inside was also very quiet, only seven glass bottles of different shapes were neatly arranged on a table.

"Magic potion, this should be Professor Snape's trick." Clark said.

They walked in, and just as they were about to take a closer look, a wall of fire rose from behind them, sealing the door when they came.

This wall of fire is not an ordinary flame at first glance, with a gorgeous violet color.

At the same time, the door leading to the front was also blocked by a black wall of fire, and Clark and the others were trapped in the middle of the two walls of fire.

"What's going on?" Harry was taken aback by the strange sight.

Clark glanced at him, "What else, it means we can't get out."

"Look!"

Hermione grabbed a roll of parchment next to the bottle and began to read the puzzle on it:

"Danger is ahead, safety is behind, and there are two of us who can help you.

Drink them, one will lead you on, one will send you..."

Before she could finish reading, Clark grabbed her.

"Where is the need for such trouble, can't you understand this kind of problem at a glance?" He said, and he picked out the smallest glass bottle from the seven glass bottles, "Hey, the potion that passes through the flames is this bottle Slightly."

Hermione looked at the glass bottle in his hand in surprise, "How do you know, you haven't read the puzzle yet, don't tell me you still understand prophecy?"

"This shows that IQ is coming." Clark shook the small bottle in his hand triumphantly.