Chapter 72 Courage (Modified)

However, not long after they rushed into the colorful swirl of keys, Alan swooped down to the door excitedly holding a key, and inserted the large silver key with drooping wings into the keyhole, forcefully With a twist and a click, the door lock was popped open! The key flew out of the keyhole in an instant and slipped away. It was caught twice in a row, looking haggard.

Hermione landed with cheers, trying to smooth out the messy hair that was blown by the flight, but she gave up after a few seconds and quickly followed her companion who had already arrived at the door.

Allen pushed open the door, and the second room was pitch black and nothing could be seen. But as soon as they stepped in, the room was suddenly brightly lit, illuminating a shocking scene.

They stood on the edge of a huge chessboard, with black chess pieces in front of them, those chess pieces were taller than them, and seemed to be carved from black stones or something. At the other end of the room, facing them, were some white chess pieces. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were shaking with fright—the towering white pawns had no features on their faces.

"What now?" Harry whispered.

"Isn't that obvious?" said Ron. "We've got to play chess to get across the room."

They saw a door behind the white pawn.

"How?" Hermione asked nervously.

"In my opinion, we have to act as chess pieces, and I'll take care of that." After Ron confirmed that it was wizard chess, he was already confident that he didn't need luck. His greatest entertainment when he was a child was playing with his grandpa. Septimus Weasley played wizard chess, because the pocket money his family gave the children was barely enough to even buy snacks, let alone more expensive toys.

Allen, who originally wanted to step in again in advance, shrugged his shoulders when he saw this. He actually played well with his intelligence wizard chess. In addition, he wanted to test whether he could pass the level directly by directly destroying the opposite piece, but seeing Ron's state, he thought With his performance in the Goblet of Fire, Allen decided to let him show his strengths rarely.

Ron was really good at playing magic chess, and he soon had an even match with this invisible opponent. In the end, even if there was one more Allen, he still sacrificed himself in the end to ensure the final victory. In the middle, Harry was worried about Ron and almost moved randomly, ruining his hard-won victory, but fortunately he stabilized under Ron's roar.

Harry moved three squares to the left as he trembled all over. King White took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet. They had won... The white pieces bowed and backed away to make way for them to walk to the door.

"Hermione, I don't know what's next. But Ron obviously needs treatment. You take Ron back first, grab two broomsticks from the room where the keys are flying, and they will carry you through the trapdoor. Lu Wei passed by. Then you go directly to the hut where the owl lives, and send Hedwig to deliver a message to Dumbledore, we need him to rescue." Harry ordered Hermione clearly and methodically, which made Ai Lun looked at him with admiration.

"But, Harry, if it was Snape, would you two have fought?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Of course we can't fight... Maybe we can't fight, but at least we can delay for a while." Harry knew that Alan was very strong, but the opponent was a professor after all, so he was a little uncertain.

"If we can't beat it, we need you to send a letter to Dumbledore as soon as possible so that we can rescue us in time." Allen smiled and comforted Hermione, and helped her straighten her hair with a wand.

Hermione hugged Harry, hesitated a little, and hugged Ellen too. "Good luck." Hermione said no more, turned and left. This is a girl with both courage and reason. She knew that the sooner Dumbledore was called back, the more likely it was that Harry and Allen would be safe. , so she didn't want to waste time on useless disputes.

Ellen and Harry didn't procrastinate any longer,

Rush through the door and go down the next corridor, "We've passed Professor Sprout's mechanism, that devil's net; Professor Flitwick must have enchanted those keys; Transformed and brought them to life; what remains is the level set by Professor Quirrell and Professor Snape."

They came to another door. Harry pushed the door open. A disgusting stench hit their nostrils, and they had to lift their clothes to cover their noses. The eyes of the two were also smoked with tears. Through the blurred eyes of tears, they saw a troll, bigger than the one Harry and the others had fought last time, lying motionless on the floor in front of them, unconscious , with a large, bloody mass on his head.

"Great, we don't have to fight the troll," Harry whispered. They stepped cautiously over the giant's thick legs. "Come on, I can't breathe."

He opened the next door, Professor Snape's level. As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from behind them, sealing the doorway. The flame was unusual: it was purple. At the same time, black flames shot up from the door leading to the front. They're stuck in the middle. After taking a closer look at the room, they confirmed that there was nothing scary here, just a table with seven bottles of various shapes arranged on it. Although Allen didn't remember which bottle the antidote mentioned in the original book was, it didn't prevent him from finding the correct answer-it was the smallest bottle.

The remaining potion in this unassuming vial was pitifully small, probably only enough for one person to walk through the flames.

Harry grabbed the bottle and poured the potion into his own mouth.

"Alan, you have paid a lot along the way, let me face the final difficulty." Harry was calmer than ever.

Allen understood that Harry chose to face difficulties by himself. In a short period of time, the choice of life and death. Harry does value friendship, is courageous, and is a Gryffindor, but... Alan himself didn't intend to drink it, he has a way to defend himself from Snape's fire.

"Harry, what if the mysterious man is inside?" Allen decided to give Harry some hints to avoid panic when he suddenly faced Voldemort inside.

"Well - I got away with it once before, remember?" said Harry, pointing to the scar on his forehead. "I might even get away with it."

"Uh... I can only say that you are a real Gryffindor. Good luck, Harry!" Allen couldn't help but smile, and it really was Gryffindor who acted first and then thought.

Harry took a deep breath to say goodbye to Allen, and walked straight into the black flame.

Allen wrapped the wizard Miaomiao robes all over his body, and used the Freezing Fire Curse—this is a spell used in special circumstances during the witch hunting period, when the wizard was burned at the stake. Hurt them, and even some wizards will take pleasure in teasing those Muggles for fun.

Schools no longer teach this kind of charm that is not used in modern society, but the library in the Ravenclaw common room still keeps the method of using this spell.

Then Allen activated the invisibility function, and followed through the black flames. Although it was a little thrilling and the hair on his head was burned, this is not an ordinary flame after all, but the protection brought by the spell and the wizard robe is also Enough to keep him from taking more damage.