Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 110

This wizard chess, from the very beginning, fell into a situation where his hands were tied by himself.

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

It is a pity that Clark and the others have four people, and the pieces replaced by each person are not easy to sacrifice, which greatly increases the difficulty of playing chess, and many methods that require exchange of pieces to win are not easy to use.

Fortunately, Black's pawns are still obedient.

"Clark, four squares diagonally to the right."

Ron rode on the back of a black chess piece horse, like a battle-tested general, commanding his cousin, high-spirited, not to mention how happy he was.

Clark obediently followed the other party's words and crossed four squares on the chessboard.

As a person, he has such an advantage that professional things are handed over to professional people, and things that he does not understand will never be blindly directed.

The white soldier on the opposite side advanced one square, and it was Black's turn.

The confrontation became more and more fierce, and when one of their knights was eaten, several people were startled.

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

This is not the ladylike demeanor that a queen should have. Seeing the end 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 on the opposite side."

"Harry, you slant a square to avoid the queen on the opposite side."

There are fewer and fewer pieces on the chessboard. You come and go. Ron rides a black horse on a rampage on the chessboard. One person captures almost as many white pieces as he loses black pieces.

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

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

"No!" Harry stopped loudly.

"That's how chess is, someone has to make a sacrifice! I step forward and let it eat me. Harry, so you can checkmate the king!"

"but-"

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

"Ron—"

"Harry!"

"Enough! Interrupt, although I don't want to destroy your gradually warming friendship, but I was just eaten. Judging from the situation just now, I won't die." Clark interrupted them.

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

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

"All petrochemical!"

Clark's curse hit Ron's body, and his muscles were instantly tense, as hard as a stone. The White Queen's blow that could have broken a bone hit him, but only swept it off the horse's back. .

Even if they were prepared, Hermione screamed, but they didn't dare to move, they could only watch Queen White lift Ron's calf and drag him off the chessboard.

But fortunately, it looks like he just fainted.

Harry remembered what Ron had just said, and trembled three steps to the left, King White took off the crown from his head and threw it at his feet.

They won!

All the chess pieces got out of the way and knelt down, clearing the way to the gate, Harry gave Ron one last look reluctantly, turned his head and walked down the next corridor with Clark and Hermione.

"Will he be alright?"

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." Clark comforted Harry and Hermione. Anyway, they had gone through the lake crossing ceremony 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 Philosopher's Stone was more important, and the three came to another door.

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

Or, he felt that the traps in the first two levels had already bought him enough time, so he wasn't going to waste any more magic power.

A few people walked into the room, and a familiar smell rushed to the face immediately. It was the strong stench of the fermented food mixed with the sewer, which made people cry.

When they got used to it a little, they saw a troll's skin laying on the floor.

Yes, it was a troll skin that had been devoured by muscle, blood and bone, and looked taller and stronger than the one Clark had killed.

But now it seems that they don't have to face this big guy anymore, they can pass the customs smoothly and enter the next room.

"What's the situation?" Harry cautiously walked to the troll's skin and kicked.

"It looks like some kind of very evil black magic." Clark didn't say much, he smelled a familiar smell from the troll's corpse, it should be Voldemort's "Yermengade Touch".

It seems that the last battle in the Forbidden Forest also did a lot of damage to Voldemort, forcing him to choose to devour the dirty and lowly creatures like trolls to maintain his life.

That's good news.

They pushed open another door in the room, and it was quiet inside, only seven glass bottles of different shapes were neatly lined up 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 up 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 the situation?" Harry was startled by the strange sight. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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:

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

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

Before she could finish it, Clark grabbed her.

"Where does it need to be so troublesome? Can't you see this kind of problem at a glance?" He picked out the smallest glass bottle from the seven glass bottles, "Hey, the potion that passes through the flame 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, don't you still understand prophecy?"

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

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