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The white queen came to Malfoy expressionlessly.

This means that he will be eaten next.

"Wait." Ron's face turned pale.

He was aware of the problem, a serious problem.

If Malfoy gets out of the way at this time, the black knight will not be able to checkmate the white kingdom, but the white queen will be able to checkmate the black king, which means

They will lose the whole game.

If he didn't get out of the way and directly checkmate the White Kingdom, then Malfoy would be eaten.

"There must be a way, there must be a way. Damn! How did I forget?!"

Ron was sweating anxiously, racking his brains to think of a decisive way.

"There is no way!"

Malfoy's voice came, interrupting Ron's words, his expression was very calm: "This is the only way out, sometimes sacrifice is necessary."

"Remember the Slytherin creed? Victory comes first, glory comes first."

"Remember what the Sorting Hat said? Those cunning and insidious people will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals!"

"We want to win! We want to win! We are not dragging oil bottles!"

"Go, black bishop, and win the final victory!"

Malfoy seized command of Ron, allowing the black pawn to checkmate the white king.

Dudley once told him that Gryffindor and Slytherin were actually very good friends, they lived and died together, and they could trust each other with their backs. Perhaps there were some differences in ideas, but this did not It does not mean that their feelings are not sincere enough.

He yearned for this kind of relationship, and also longed for real friends.

He remembered that Ron was best at wizard chess, but he didn't say it. In fact, he was also very good at wizard chess, and his skills were no worse than Ron's.

The white queen walked up to Malfoy expressionlessly.

Ron closed his eyes in pain.

Harry and Neville closed their eyes.

Hermione closed her eyes, unable to bear to see what happened next.

Malfoy also slowly closed his eyes, accepting the fate that awaited him.

'Now, Ron, Potter, everyone, we're good friends now too. '

Boom!

It wasn't that kind of violent scene, the white queen just tapped Malfoy on the head lightly, and Malfoy fainted after hearing a plop.

"He should be fine."

Seeing that it wasn't chopped into pieces, Harry and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Neville thought for a while and said, "The strength is lighter than Brother D's usual. It won't be fatal, but it will definitely faint for a while."

"Let's move on to the next level."

The White King took off his crown and threw it at their feet, announcing their victory.The remaining white chess pieces bowed and retreated one after another, making way for them.

Several people immediately walked along this road, and the door to the next level was slowly pushed open.

Then a disgusting stench hit the nostrils.

"smoky eyes"

Harry rubbed his eyes vigorously, squeezing the tears from the irritation.

Otherwise, you can't see the front clearly.

It can no longer be described as simply smelly, it is simply a weapon, yes, it is the biochemical weapon that Brother D often talks about.

There was a strange roar in the room, and the stench became more intense.

It was still Hermione who took the shot, and with a wave of her wand, the smell around her was much relieved, at least she could see things in the room clearly.

"It's a troll!"

A gigantic monster exuding a foul smell was rushing towards them with its teeth and claws open.

The little wizards unhurriedly took out their wands and cast a spell at that guy.

then

The troll lay on the ground.

Since the Halloween troll accident, the professors specially taught the young wizards how to deal with a troll experience, and caught a troll on the spot for them to practice it again.

So now young wizards all over Hogwarts know how to deal with a troll.

The level of difficulty for them is not much worse than Devil's Net, and even a little easier.

The poor troll just came out and lay down before doing anything.

Clutching their noses tightly, several young wizards left the room in a hurry.

It really stinks, it's exhausting to stay here.

In the next room, there was simply a table with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it, and a wall of fire blocked the way ahead.

A roll of parchment on the table with many hints written on it.

"Is it a logic question?"

Harry asked, looking at the content above. He had seen similar questions when he was in St. George's Primary School.

But because I didn't study hard, I didn't remember the answer at all, let alone the solution.

So he silently looked at the only top student present, Hermione.

Brother D is gone and I can only rely on you.

"No, it's also a potion question."

Hermione picked up one of the bottles and sniffed it lightly: "There are two ways to find the right potion."

But these potions came from the hands of Snape, the potion master, and ordinary wizards couldn't tell them apart unless they were both masters of potions.

Fortunately, he also gave enough hints.

Hermione quickly solved the puzzle according to the hints.

"There's only enough potion in the bottle for two people."

Hermione frowned dissatisfiedly as she looked at the dose in the potion bottle: "In other words, it's only enough for two of us."

Then she paused slightly, frowned slightly, and turned to look at Harry seriously.

"I think this potion should be given to you and Neville"

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"Why? Hermione, you should go with Harry, you are much more useful than me."

After hearing Hermione's words, Neville cried out directly.

"There's almost nothing you don't know."

Hermione's title of know-it-all is not for nothing, her knowledge reserve is richer than those of them who grew up in the wizarding world.

Find a spell to deal with almost any time.

"Listen to me, Neville." Hermione said calmly, "You and Harry are the strongest of us in actual combat."

If it is said that Hermione has the most knowledge reserves among the few, then Harry and Neville are the strongest among the few in actual combat.

Yes, actual combat.

After accepting the professors' group supplementary lessons, Harry fully demonstrated his amazing talent. His learning progress was not fast, but his growth was extremely fast.

Neville's words were fighting intuition. Many times he was imitating Dudley's fighting style, but it was not as strong.

In fact, there is another Malfoy, but he is already fainted now.

As for Ron, these are not Ron's areas of expertise, he has a more suitable method.

"In terms of knowledge reserves, you are actually no worse than me. Especially you, Harry. Have you been studying secretly during this time?"

Harry, who was named, scratched his head in embarrassment.

He was indeed learning secretly. More and more people called Dudley Brother D, which made him feel a crisis.

Obviously it was me first, obviously I am the real younger brother.

It wasn't that he didn't want Dudley to be popular, it was just that something inside him was at work.

Ron stared at Harry incredulously.

'Don't we all eat together, sleep together, exercise together and play together?Why didn't I know that you were studying secretly? '

Hermione explained again: "Harry, Neville, I'll leave it to you later! But don't force it, I think Dudley will come over soon."

Harry asked: "But we drank the potion, so what about Brother D?"

"Dudley must have a way, because it's Dudley!" Hermione said confidently.

'Yes, that's Dudley, and there must be a way. '

"Yeah!" Harry and Neville looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

So, Neville and Harry, one and half, got into the wall of fire after drinking the potion.

Almost at the same time, an invisible shadow also followed in.

This is an empty room, except for a mirror in the middle, there is nothing in it.

There is no door at the back of the room, which means this is the last room.

'Maybe we can finish the test before Brother D comes. '

Such thoughts could not help but arise in Harry's mind.

"Harry, this mirror? Come and take a look!"

A scream interrupted Harry's thoughts, and Neville stood in front of the mirror, looking straight at the scene in the mirror.

Harry walked over, and he recognized the mirror. It was the same mirror he had seen during the Christmas holidays.

Mirror of Erised.

"I saw my parents, they! They recovered!"

Neville looked very emotional, almost on the verge of tears.

"Listen, Neville. That's not true!"

Harry, who had heard Dudley explain the principle of the Mirror of Erised, hurried forward to appease the excited Neville: "Calm down."

"I also saw my parents in it, but it was fake, it was unreal."

"Potter was right."

A strange voice sounded, Harry turned around, and he saw a familiar yet strange figure standing in the corner of the room.

That's the only one among all the professors who didn't give them extra lessons.

Professor Quirrell.

The professor who was knocked out by a troll at a Halloween dinner.

At this time, he changed from his usual routine and stood at the door with a completely different attitude from before.

"Didn't expect to meet you here, Potter."

There was no trace of stuttering in his speech, and the original stuttering characteristics disappeared.

Quirrell stared at Harry with a sullen expression, but he seemed to be deliberately hiding the position of his butt, and his expression looked a little unnatural.

Professor Quirrell is the final test?

No, something is wrong.