I was inventing at Hogwarts

Although they had guessed that Voldemort was losing his patience, the scene in front of them still exceeded the expectations of the foursome.

This is a tall and wide space, as big as two classrooms. On the top of the room hangs an oblate round light ball that is half the size of the room, illuminating the entire chessboard.

Originally, they would walk to the smooth chessboard made of black and white stones, play against the white chess pieces, and win the game before entering the next room.

Ron had already thought about which chess pieces each of the four people should replace this time so that the safety factor would be higher.

The fewer times he gets eaten, the less likely he will have to play tricks with the Disguise Curse, causing the level to fail.

But now that the entire room was more damaged than Professor Flitwick's level, there was obviously no need to play chess.

A deep crack ran across the center of the chessboard, and the chess pieces they had seen were shattered on the ground.

The White Queen, who had stared at Harry covetously and almost punched Ron, was shattered the most.

Its entire body was broken into 7 or 8 pieces, and its head without facial features was also split in half. It looked like it had been blown to pieces by some powerful spell.

A larger than normal number of chess piece fragments filled up the chessboard. The black knights that Rigg and the others had seen might have been blown to pieces long ago.

Rigg and the others immediately understood why Professor McGonagall was called away midway through the exam.

This isn't the first time the chessboard has been blown to pieces.

After Professor McGonagall was called away, he replenished the chess pieces and designed new levels.

But now McGonagall's second level design is irrelevant, all her creations have been blasted to pieces a second time.

This time, Voldemort had no intention of hiding that he had come to break through and take away the Sorcerer's Stone. He directly used the most powerful spell he could use, shattering everything he could see in the room.

Hermione looked at the old and new chess pieces on the chessboard and analyzed them.

"But now they are all blown to pieces." Rigg picked up the head of a chess piece and looked at it. He guessed that the core magic of these chess pieces is located in the center of the head, so as long as it is broken, it will completely lose its ability to move. Restored to stone statue.

Harry, who was looking around, pointed at the door and said, "Look, the door is already open."

The foursome moved forward carefully around the chess pieces, Ron muttering all the magic spells he knew under his breath.

Hermione, who was walking in front of Ron, really hoped that Ron would not use spells that he didn't know how to do.

Across the board, they jump over gaps.

Rigg walked forward while observing the surroundings. Soon, he waved to the others.

"Look."

Rigg pointed to the edge of the crack that passed through the center of the chessboard and said, "It's all blood here."

A kind of dark blood that seems to be pregnant with ominousness is dripping along the cracks. Some of it has dried up, and some of it is still bubbling.

Rigg could imagine that the weak Voldemort forcibly used the spell, and was counterattacked by the magic, vomiting blood while sliding forward.

The trail of blood led to the open door, where Hermione looked with some awe and fear.

Harry said nervously, "So, it's Voldemort, right? He's seriously injured, but we still have a chance!"

Ron, who was trying to swallow his saliva, was not comforted by Harry at all, and his eyes were straightened nervously.

Rigg and Hermione discussed, and before entering the next door, they used transfiguration to leave a message to the professor who might enter later, carefully explaining what they knew.

Ron picked up the long sword that almost stabbed Harry through, hoping to increase his sense of security.

Harry also searched for a long time, but there was no more suitable weapon, so he could only give up in frustration.

They came to the open door.

The familiar disgusting stench hit their nostrils, and the troll was still lying in the same position they had seen before.

But this time instead of snoring happily, it lay motionless on the floor in front of it, unconscious, with a large bloody lump in front of its head.

There were countless tiny wounds on the back of its head, and Hermione couldn't bear to look at it anymore. She closed her eyes and was pulled forward by Rigg.

"Great, we don't have to fight this troll anymore." Harry whispered, he always thought that they defeated the troll at the beginning of term because of luck.

They stepped carefully over the troll's thick legs, avoiding his wounded head.

"Come on, I can't breathe." Ron dragged the sword forward, and Rigg watched the sword being sharpened by Ron.

The next door is also open.

Voldemort, who had already passed, did not have the time or thought to close the door again.

There is only one table in this classroom, with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it.

"It looks like Snape's level," Harry said. "What should we do?"

As soon as the foursome crossed the threshold, a flame rose up behind them and sealed the doorway. The flame was unusual in that it was purple.

At the same time, black flames burst out from the door leading to the front.

They're stuck in the middle.

As the quartet works to find clues, Hermione finds a piece of parchment with a riddle written on it.

Just when they were about to solve the puzzle, the black flames on the door in front of them fluctuated twice.

Harry, who was unable to help and had been looking at the door, gestured to the others in surprise.

The black flames continued to tremble, becoming lighter and lighter in color, gradually turning into the color of ordinary flames.

Rigg frowned and looked at the doorframe and said, "Voldemort didn't pass this level normally either. He forced the door open again."

As the flames became weaker and weaker, the ominous colored blood that Li Ge and the others had seen flowed through the door frame and went inside.

Behind the door is a deep path, with a bright light in the distance, which should be the entrance to the next room.

The blood hadn't dried up this time, so it was obvious that Voldemort hadn't been here long.

The foursome stood there, panting nervously.

Rigg simply regarded this place as the place for the final tactical discussion, and the four of them sat cross-legged and discussed in low voices.

Ron simply welcomed the idea. If he could meet the person whose name must not be mentioned later, he would feel that the danger was further away.

Several people took out what they had on them.

Harry had an invisibility cloak on him, Ron still had the flute in his arms, and a long sword in his hand.

Rigg also took out the biting hat that was given by Miraculous from the wizard's robe and put it into his sleeve.

Hermione rummaged through her pockets with a confused look on her face. Everyone else had taken out things. It seemed like she should have taken out something to prepare, but she didn't bring anything.

Rigg comforted Hermione and asked her to think about the spells she knew.

Hermione accepted the task solemnly and began to memorize it crazily.

Hermione was surprised to find that she had learned so many spells.

She has been studying hard, even taking courses in later grades ahead of schedule.

Coupled with the treasure-like library of Hogwarts, she also learned some very practical little magic spells.

After discussing several situations when facing Voldemort, the four people stood up and took a deep breath.

They braced themselves and walked through the door.

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First of all, the arrears of updates have been capped. The following cute characters will not be counted as the arrears of updates for the time being, otherwise I really won’t be able to finish it.

Currently, there are 102+160-1+2=263 updates due. When it was put on the shelves, I originally planned to update it with 10,000 words per day, but unfortunately I was too frightened by the fever to write it, so I also put it in the backlog.

I will pay back these 263 chapters slowly, and try to finish them in a year and a half. Sad————