Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"I'm fine, it's nothing," Harry sweated coldly on his forehead, but he stood up forcibly. "Compared to this, we should keep going down and never let Snape—"

He clutched his left arm to keep it from shaking as much as possible, but the severe pain made him feel an urge to cry.

"...Don't look at me, open the door!" Harry said anxiously.

The next room was pitch black and there was nothing to see.But before Hermione could use the magic, the wall-mounted oil lamps suddenly lit up in the room, which became brightly lit for a while.But the scene inside made all three of them open their mouths.

"Oh-my God!" Ron exclaimed, "This, this is..."

No wonder they were surprised, because the room was quite wide.But this spacious room was almost filled by a huge chess board.

What surprised them most was the peculiarities of this board!

"...Ron, is this the wizard chess game that Maca gave you on Christmas?" Hermione stared wide-eyed.

"I'm sure he gave me more than one person." Ron said blankly.

Harry clutched his arms and said with difficulty: "Ron, I remember your wizard chess is very good, do you think..."

"No, it's impossible--absolutely impossible." Ron said loudly, "The war chess invented by Maca is too terrifying. It is not chess, but luck!"

"But this level must be over--" Harry said, staring at a square on the opposite board suddenly, "Look, what is that!"

Hermione and Ron looked up hurriedly—bloodstains!

"Oh, Snape must have been injured when he broke through this level!" Ron said.

"Yeah, even if Maca is not there, he is helping us." Hermione murmured, "Maca helped us give him a cruel!"

But Ron shook his head, "Maca gave him a cruel one, but I guess he will give us one too—"

"Okay, it's useless to think about it, we can do it!" Harry said firmly, his tone trembling a bit, obviously his hands were sending pain signals to his brain.

"Then—there's no way," Ron said. "I'm more familiar with it. You can only follow my instructions for a while."

"We each play a wizard chess piece! Remember, the number of wizards is the most, but the ability is the weakest. We must use the effects of various cards to improve our abilities, and rely on terrain, position and joint attacks to ensure I will not be killed."

"As long as we can pass through the opponent's defensive formation with the help of other powerful chess pieces, and occupy the opponent's castle while resisting the opponent's counterattack, we will win!"

"Come on then!" Harry pushed forward, "I believe you, Ron, you are always better than me in chess."

"Oh, Harry, are you — okay?" Hermione said worriedly.

"It's okay. Okay, Ron, let's get started!"

"Well, wizard w5, go two squares! Giant w3, go three squares..."

As the chess game began, all kinds of chess pieces on the chessboard became active.The fire dragon flapped its wings, the giant wielded a big stick, and the griffin flew up and hovered in place from time to time. Even the other wizard chess pieces had vivid expressions and movements.

If the original wizard chess is just a game of chess that can move, then this war chess invented by Marfa has the flavor of a real magic movie.

"Roar--"

Under Ron's control, a black dragon from the Heshetian Islands dived one by one, bursting out red flames, burning the two wizard chess pieces within the attack range to powder.

"Oh—" Hermione looked at the scene in fright, not daring to think—what would happen if she were there.

"Don't worry!" Ron said, "The chess strength set here doesn't seem to be very high, and they will also make mistakes!"

In fact,

"Oops!"

Just as Hermione felt relieved, Ron's "bad" sound made her heart lifted again.

"What's the matter, Ron?" Harry could only barely hold on to prevent the pain from passing out at this time, making his voice as loud as possible.

"I miscalculated a few steps, um—" He just said a few words and stopped, "No, it's okay, it's okay!"

"Harry, go to the square in front of the castle, and attack the castle gate every turn! No matter what happens, don't stop, no matter what happens!" Ron shouted.

After speaking to Harry, he turned his head to Hermione next to him and said: "Hermione, you go to the square on the side of the castle gate, and while attacking the gate, prevent the other wizard from attacking Harry."

"What about you?" Hermione asked.

"I have to seduce the last horseman archer," he said. "Don't worry, I have an armored knight on my side. I'll be fine!"

Ron’s words are beautiful, but the truth is not so simple.

The horseman archer on the opposite side was indeed blocked by the armored knight, and it took at least three rounds to defeat the armored knight.But on the other side, a eagle-headed horse-winged beast with quite high mobility was rushing towards him, seeing that it was too late.

"The door is broken!" Harry said suddenly, "I have taken it!"

At the same time, the eagle-headed horse-winged beast flew Ron to the top!Before he was hit, he shouted aloud.

"Go ahead! Harry!"

"Floating into the air!" Hermione immediately raised her wand, but only had time to catch Ron, who was already in the air.

"Oh-poor Ron, he was knocked out."

Harry had already occupied the castle at this time. Ron had won, but he couldn't move on.

The opponent's magical creature chess pieces were transformed into stone statues again, and the wizard chess pieces all gave Ron a hat-off.Behind the chessboard, the huge stone gate opened automatically.

Harry and Hermione looked back sadly at Ron for the last time, then rushed through the door and walked along the next corridor.

"Will he—"

"He will be fine." Harry gritted his teeth, and tried to convince himself of this. "What do you think will be next?"

"We have passed Sprout's mechanism, that is, the devil's net; it must be Flitwick who casts the magic on those keys; Professor McGonagall deformed the chess pieces to make them alive—there is only the strange Low’s magic, and Snape’s."

As they were talking, they came to the door of a door again.

"Is it all right, Harry?" Hermione asked, looking at him worriedly.

"No problem, we have to keep going, at least for Ron." Harry said firmly.

As soon as they opened the door, they were choked off by a familiar smell inside, which was a disgusting smell, and they had to lift their clothes to block their noses.

The eyes of the two of them were also smoked with tears, and they saw a giant monster through the fuzzy tears.

It was bigger than the one they had seen last time, lying motionless on the floor in front of him, unconscious, and there was a big bloody lump on his head.

"Great, we don't need to fight this troll." Harry said weakly.

They stepped carefully over the thick legs of the monster.

"Come on, I can't breathe."

When Hermione pushed open the next door, she didn't see anything more terrifying-there was only one table in this room.

On the table, seven bottles of various shapes are neatly arranged.

"This should be Snape's magic," Harry said. "What should we do?"

As soon as the two crossed the threshold, a flame rose up behind them, sealing the doorway.This flame is unusual, purple.At the same time, a black flame burst from the door leading to the front.

They found that they were obviously trapped in the middle.

"Look!" Hermione picked up a roll of parchment next to the bottle. "This—this is a logic puzzle!"

Hermione read it quietly, and then took a long hiss. Harry was surprised to see that she was smiling. He couldn't laugh at all.

"It's wonderful," said Hermione. "The method used here obviously has nothing to do with magic! Since ancient times, many wizards have no logical reasoning ability. They have to be trapped here forever."

"Where are we?" Harry gasped.

"Of course not," said Hermione. "All we need to know is written on this piece of paper. Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one allows us to pass through the black flames safely, and the other Can send us back through the purple flame."

"But how do we know which one to drink?"

"Give me a minute."

Hermione read the paper several times.She walked around in front of the row of bottles, muttering to herself, while pointing at this or that bottle.

Finally, she clapped her hands happily, which looked so cute.

"I see," she said, "this smallest bottle can help us through the black flame-get the magic stone."

Harry looked at the inconspicuous little bottle and couldn't help but said, "It looks like it's only enough for one person."

Hermione looked at Harry, hesitated, then pointed to the round bottle on the far right and said, "This bottle allows you to return through the purple flame."

"Harry, you have to drink it—"

"—No, I should do it! Must!" Harry straightened up, trying to make himself look better.

"Harry!" Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Harry seriously, "Listen to me!"

"You are badly injured now, and even in the past, you can't stop Snape! But I'm fine, if I can't, I can run away.

"And you, now, right away! Go to the room with the key to flying and get a flying broom — if Ron wakes up, call him with him — and go to the owl room to send a letter to Dumbledore! Anyway, I Will try to hold Snape in every way, and you! Go!"

After Hermione finished speaking, she picked up the smallest bottle, poured it into her mouth, and walked towards the black flame.

"I still remember being in the library that day," she said as she walked, "Maca said, I am a Gryffindor, the smartest Gryffindor. I don't think I will let his affirmation of me become a joke."

Harry couldn't figure out whether Hermione was speaking to him or to herself.