Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Ron took a deep breath, adjusted himself and started playing chess.

It is called wizard chess, but it is actually similar to international chess. Not only are the pieces similar, but the way they are played is also extremely similar. The only difference is that the pieces of wizard chess can move, and

There was a bang, and the white knight chopped the black pawn into pieces with one sword, turning it into fragments all over the ground.

Ron's breathing began to quicken, his face turned slightly red, and sweat appeared on his palms from nervousness.

The power of this sword is so great when it hits chess pieces, if it hits them...

His reaction was caught by Malfoy calmly: "Don't panic, Ronaldo! Calm down! You can do it!"

Ronaldo's words made Ron's blood pressure soar, but he calmed down.

He began to command the black knight to chop up the white pieces as well.

'It's just a game of wizard chess, it's just a game of wizard chess. Roosevelt It's just a game of wizard chess, ugh!'

Ron kept hypnotizing himself in his mind.

I don't know if it was Ron's self-hypnosis that worked, but under his command, the black chess pieces were so powerful that they were unstoppable and countless white chess pieces fell on the spot.

Perhaps sensing the crisis, the white chess pieces' attacks became more brutal, turning many black chess pieces into pieces.

"We're going to win! As long as we can checkmate the king, we'll win."

As he directed, the power of the white chess pieces was gradually reduced, and the movement range of the white king became narrower and narrower, until now it was only.

"One step away from becoming a general."

Ron's face was full of excitement.

However.

The white queen came up to Malfoy with an expressionless face.

This means that he will be eaten next.

"Wait." Ron's face turned pale.

He realized this problem, a very serious problem.

If Malfoy were to step aside at this time, the Black Knight would not be able to checkmate the White Kingdom, but the White Queen would be able to checkmate the Black King, which means

They will lose the whole game.

If the White Kingdom doesn't get out of the way and is killed, Malfoy will be eaten.

"There has to be a way. There has to be a way. Damn it! How could I have forgotten?!"

Ron was sweating with anxiety, racking his brains to think of a solution.

"No way!"

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

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

"Remember what the Sorting Hat said? Those cunning and sinister people will stop at nothing to achieve their goals!"

"We want to win! We want to triumph! We are not a burden!"

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

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

Dudley once told him that Gryffindor and Slytherin were actually a pair of very good friends, who shared life and death and were close friends who could trust each other with their backs. Maybe they had some differences in their philosophies, but that didn't mean their feelings were not sincere.

He longs for this kind of feeling and also desires to have true friends.

He remembered that Ron was best at wizard chess, but he didn't say it. In fact, he was also good at wizard chess and his skills were not worse than Ron's.

The white queen walked up to Malfoy with an expressionless face.

Ron closed his eyes in pain.

Harry and Neville closed their eyes.

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

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

'Now, Ron, Potter, everyone, we are good friends now.'

Boom!

It wasn't a violent scene. The White Queen just tapped Malfoy lightly on the head, and Malfoy fainted with a plop.

"He should be fine."

Harry and the others breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was not chopped into pieces.

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

"Let's get to the next level."

The White King took off his crown and threw it at their feet, declaring their victory. The remaining White pieces bowed and stepped back, making way.

Several people immediately followed this path, and the door to the next level was slowly pushed open.

Then a sickening stench hit my nose.

"Smoked eyes"

Harry rubbed his eyes hard, squeezing out the tears that flowed due to the irritation.

Otherwise you can't see clearly ahead.

It can no longer be described as simply stinking, it is simply a weapon. Yes, it is the biological weapon that Brother D often talks about.

A strange roar was heard from the room, and the stench became stronger.

It was Hermione who took action again. With a wave of her wand, the smell around her was much lighter, and at least she could see the things in the room clearly.

"It's a troll!"

A huge monster emitting a foul smell was rushing towards them with its fangs and claws bared.

The little wizards took out their wands calmly and cast a spell at each of the guys.

then

The troll lay down on the ground.

Since the Halloween troll incident, the professors have specifically taught the young wizards how to deal with a troll, and they caught a troll on the spot for them to practice.

So now all the little wizards in Hogwarts know how to deal with a troll.

This level is not much less difficult for them than the Devil's Snare, and is even a little simpler.

The poor troll just appeared and lay down before doing anything.

Covering their noses tightly, several little wizards hurriedly left the room.

It stinks so badly that it's really a pain to stay here.

The next room was simple, with only a table on which were placed seven bottles of various shapes, and a wall of fire blocking the way ahead.

There was a roll of parchment on the table, with many reminders written on it.

"Is it a logic question?"

Harry asked as he looked at the content. He had seen similar questions when he was at St. George's Primary School.

However, because I didn't study seriously, I don't remember the answer at all, let alone the solution.

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

Now that Brother D is away, I can only rely on you.

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

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

But these potions were made by Snape, the master of potions, and ordinary wizards would not be able to tell them apart unless they were also 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 looked at the dosage in the potion bottle and frowned in dissatisfaction: "That means it's only enough for two of us."

Then she paused slightly, frowned slightly, turned her head and looked at Harry seriously.

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

Chapter 104 Two Saviors? Voldemort Chooses Again!

"Why? Hermione, you and Harry should go. You're much more useful than I am."

After hearing what Hermione said, Neville shouted out loud.

“There’s almost nothing you don’t know.”

Hermione's title of know-it-all is not earned for nothing. Her knowledge reserves are even richer than those of them who grew up in the wizarding world.

There is a spell to deal with almost at any time.

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

If Hermione has the most knowledge among the group, then Harry and Neville are the strongest in practical skills.

Yes, actual combat.

After receiving group tutoring from the professors, Harry fully demonstrated his amazing talent. Although his learning progress was not fast, his growth was extremely rapid.

As for Neville, it was his fighting instinct. A lot of the time he was imitating Dudley's fighting style, but it was not as strong.

In fact, there is another Malfoy, but he is unconscious now.

As for Ron, these are not his areas of expertise, he has more suitable methods.

"In terms of knowledge reserves, you are actually not worse than me. Especially you, Harry. Have you been secretly studying hard during this period?"

Harry, who was named, scratched his head embarrassedly.

He was indeed studying secretly, and more and more people called Dudley Brother D, which made him feel a sense of crisis.

It was obviously me first, and I am obviously the real brother.

It’s not that I don’t want Dudley to be popular, it’s just that some emotion inside me is playing tricks on me.

Ron stared at Harry in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

"Don't we eat, sleep, exercise and play together? How come I don't know that you're secretly studying hard?"

Hermione instructed again, "Harry, Neville, I'll leave the rest to you! But don't force yourself, I think Dudley will be here soon."

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

"Dudley must be able to find a way, because that's Dudley!" Hermione said confidently.

'Yeah, that's Dudley, there's got to be a solution.'

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

So Neville and Harry each drank half of the potion and went into the wall of fire.

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

This is an empty room. Except for a mirror placed in the middle, there is nothing inside.

There was no door at the back of the room, which meant this was the last room.

'Maybe we can finish the test before D gets here.'

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

"Harry, this mirror? Come and see it!"

A scream interrupted Harry's thoughts, and he saw Neville standing in front of the mirror, staring at the scene in the mirror.