Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"I'm fine, it's nothing," Harry sweated on his forehead, but he stood up and stood up. "Like this, we should go on and never let Snape -"

He rubbed his left arm and let it not sway as much as possible, but the intense pain made him have an urge to cry.

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

The next room was dark and nothing could be seen. But before Hermione used magic, the wall suddenly lit up with a wall-mounted oil lamp, and it became bright and bright. The scene inside can make three people open their mouths.

"Oh-Scorpio!" Ron cry out in surprise, "This, this is..."

This is no wonder they are surprised because the room is quite wide. In this spacious room, it was almost filled with a super large chessboard.

What surprised them the most is that the speciality of this board is extraordinary!

"...Ron, is this the chess game that Marx gave you at Christmas?" Hermione stared wide-eyed.

"I'm sure he has given me more than one person." Ron was dull.

Harry said with a hard arm and said: "Ron, I remember that your chess is very good, you think..."

"No, no - no, absolutely impossible." Ron loudly said, "This war chess invented by Marx is terrible. It is not chess, but lucky!"

"But it's a must--" Harry said, suddenly staring at a certain plane on the opposite board. "Hey, what is that!"

Hermione and Ron were busy looking up - bloodstains!

"Oh, it must have been Snape who was injured when he was at this level!" Ron said.

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

But Ron shook his head. "Marx gave him a sly look, but it is estimated to give us one too -"

"Okay, it's useless to think again, we're got it!" Harry said firmly, his tone was a little trembling, and apparently his hand had been sending a signal of pain to his brain.

"That - no way," Ron said. "I am familiar. After a while, you listen to me and you can only do this."

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

"As long as we can cross each other's defensive formation with the help of other powerful pieces and take over the opponent's castle while resisting the opposite counterattack, we will win!"

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

"Oh, Harry, you - okay?" Hermione worried about authenticity.

"Nothing. Ok, Ron, let's get started!"

"Well, wizard w5, two squares ahead! Giant w3, advance three grids..."

As the game begins, the various pieces on the board move. Dragon flaps his wings, the giants wave their sticks, and Griffin flies up and down from time to time, and even the other chess pieces have vivid expressions and movements.

If the original wizard is just a moving chess, the game that Marf invented has the taste of a real magic movie.

"Roar -"

Under the control of Ron, a Black Dragon of the Hessian Islands swooped in a red flame, burning two chess pieces in the attack range into a powder.

"Oh--" Hermione looked at the picture with fear, and couldn't even think about it - what if he was there.

"Don't worry!" Ron said. "The strength of the chess set here doesn't seem to be very high. They also make mistakes!"

In fact, Ron's chess level is really good. After a while, they finally reached the opposite castle!

"Oops!"

Just as Hermione let her heart down, Ron’s “bad” made her heart lift again.

"What's wrong, Ron?" Harry could barely hold on to avoid fainting at the moment, and he tried to make his voice louder.

"I miscalculated a few steps, um--" He said a few words and stopped. "No, nothing, no problem!"

"Harry, you go to the front of the castle, and every time you attack the castle gate! No matter what happens, don't stop, no matter what happens!" Ron loudly said.

Speaking to Harry, he turned his head to the side of Hermione. "Hermione, you go to the side of the castle gate and attack the gate while preventing the other wizard from attacking Harry."

"What about you?" Hermione asked.

"I have to seduce the last Centaur archer," he said. "Reassured, there is an armor Knight on my side, I will be fine!"

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

The opposite Centaur archer was indeed blocked by the armor Knight, and at least three rounds were needed to defeat the armor Knight. On the other side, a high-moving Hippogriff with a winged beast is rushing towards him, and it seems that it is too late.

"The door is broken!" Harry suddenly loudly said, "I occupied it!"

At the same time, the Hippogriff had a winged beast but gave Ron a top flight! He shouted aloud before he was hit.

"Go ahead! Harry!"

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Hermione immediately raised the wand, but only had time to catch Ron, who had already been in the air.

"Oh - poor Ron, he was stunned."

Harry had already occupied the castle at this time, Ron he won, but he could not move on.

The other creature's magical creatures were re-formed as stone statues, and those wizard pieces made a hat-off ceremony for Ron. Behind the board, the huge stone door opened automatically.

Harry and Hermione looked back sadly at Ron's last look and rushed across the door, heading down the next corridor.

"He will not -"

"He won't have anything to do." Harry bit his clenching one's teeth said and was trying to convince himself of it. "What do you think will be next?"

"We have passed Sprout's mechanism, that is Devil's Snare; the magic for those keys is definitely Flitwick; Professor McGonagall has transformed the pieces and made them alive - the Quirrell's magic is left below. And Snape."

As they said, they came to the door of a door.

"Is it okay, Harry?" Hermione asked as he looked worriedly.

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

As soon as they opened the door, they were taken back a few steps by a familiar taste. It was a disgusting smell and they had to pick up their clothes to block their noses.

The eyes of the two men were also smoked, and they saw a Troll through the blurred tears.

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

"Great, we don't have to fight this Troll." Harry said weakly.

They carefully crossed the thick legs of Troll.

"Come on, I can't breathe."

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

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

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

The two just crossed the threshold and raised a flame behind them, sealing the door. This flame is unusual and is purple. At the same time, the door to the front also set off a black flame.

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 logical puzzle!"

Hermione read it quietly, then took a long sigh of relief, and Harry was surprised to see that she had a smile, and he couldn't laugh anyway.

“It’s wonderful,” Hermione said. “The method here is obviously not very much related to magic! Since ancient times, many wizards have no logical reasoning ability, they have to be trapped here forever.”

"What about us?" Harry gasped.

“Of course not,” Hermione said. “All we have to know is written on this piece of paper. Seven bottles: three are poisons; two are wine; one enables us to safely pass the black flame, the other can Send us back through the purple flame."

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

"Give me 1 point clock time."

Hermione read the paper a few more times. She walked around in front of the row of bottles, talking to herself, pointing to the bottle or the bottle.

Finally, she happily clap her hands, it looks so cute.

“I know,” she said. “This smallest bottle helps us through the black flame – get Philosopher's Stone.”

Harry looked at the inconspicuous little bottle and couldn't help but say: "It looks like only one person."

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

"Harry, you have to drink it -"

"-No, it should be me! Must!" Harry stood up straight and tried to make himself look better.

"Harry!" Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Harry seriously. "You listen to me!"

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

"And you, now, immediately! Go to the flying key and take a broomstick in the room - if Ron wakes up, call him together - then go to the owl room and send a letter to Dumbledore! Anyway, I will try to hold it down. Snape, in various ways, and you! Go!"

When Hermione finished, pick up the smallest bottle, pour it in his mouth, and then walk toward the black flame.

"I still remember that day in the library," she said as she walked. "Marx said, I am a Gryffindor, the smartest Gryffindor. I don't think I will make him a sure a joke."

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