However, not long after they rushed into the colorful whirlpool of keys, Allen had already excitedly swooped to the door with a key in his hand. He inserted the large silver key with drooping wings into the keyhole and twisted it hard. With a click, the door lock popped open! The key instantly flew out of the keyhole and slipped away. It was caught twice in a row and looked haggard.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione cheered as they landed and quickly came to the door. Allen pushed open the door. The second room was dark and nothing could be seen. But as soon as they stepped in, the room suddenly lit up, illuminating a shocking scene.
They stood on the edge of a huge chessboard. In front of them were black chess pieces. The chess pieces were taller than them and seemed to be carved out of black stone. At the other end of the room, facing them were some white chess pieces. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were trembling with fright. The towering white chess pieces had no facial features on their faces.
"It's like walking into a horror movie." Allen complained. "We can only rely on Ron for this round. After all, he doesn't know anything about magic chess." Allen thought calmly.
"What do we do now?" Harry whispered.
"Isn't it obvious?" Ron said. "We have to play chess to get to the other end of the room."
They saw a door behind the white chess piece.
"How do we play?" Hermione asked nervously.
"In my opinion," Ron said, "we have to be chess pieces."
Ron was indeed good at playing magic chess. Although there was an extra Allen, he still played to a draw. In the end, he sacrificed himself to ensure the final victory. Halfway through, Hermione, worried about Ron, almost moved at will and ruined the hard-won victory. This made Allen, who hadn't been nervous for a long time, feel his heart pounding. He didn't know how to play magic chess. Obviously, Harry and Hermione weren't good at it either.
As the trembling Harry moved three squares to the left. King White took off his crown and threw it at Harry's feet. They won … The white chess pieces bowed and retreated, making way for them so that they could walk to the door smoothly.
"Hermione, I don't know what we'll face next. But Ron clearly needed treatment. You take Ron back and grab two brooms from the room where the keys are flying. They will carry you through the trapdoor and past Luwei. Then go directly to the Owl's shed and send Hedwig to deliver a message to Dumbledore. We need his help. "Harry ordered Hermione in a clear and orderly manner, which made Allen have a whole new level of respect for him.
"But, Harry, if it's Snape, can the two of you beat him?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"It's possible that we can't beat them, but we can at least delay them for a while." Harry knew that Allen was very strong, but the other party was a professor after all. He was a little uncertain. "If we can't beat them, we need you to send a message to Dumbledore as soon as possible so that he can rescue us in time." Allen smiled and comforted Hermione.
Hermione hugged Harry, and after a slight hesitation, she also hugged Allen. "Good luck." Hermione said no more and turned to leave. As Allen said, the sooner she called Dumbledore back, the more likely Harry and Allen would be safe.
Allen and Harry didn't delay any longer. They rushed through the door and walked down the next corridor.
"What do you think will happen next?" Harry asked Allen.
"We've already passed Professor Sprout's trap, which is that devil's net. The one who cast the spell on those keys must be Professor Fleevy. Professor Mag transformed the chess pieces and made them come to life. Next, only Professor Quirrell's spell and Professor Snape's spell are left," Allen said with great familiarity.
They came to another door. Harry pushed the door open. A nauseating stench assaulted their nostrils, and they had to lift their clothes to cover their noses. Their eyes were also filled with tears from the stench. Through their blurry tearful eyes, they saw a giant monster. It was even bigger than the one Harry and the rest fought last time. It was lying motionless on the floor in front of them, unconscious. There was a big bloody lump on its head.
"That's great. We don't have to fight this giant monster anymore," Harry said softly. They stepped over the giant monster's thick legs carefully. "Let's go quickly. I can't even breathe."
Allen pulled open the next door. Next should be Professor Snape's checkpoint. As soon as the two of them stepped over the threshold, a flame rose behind them and sealed the door. This flame was unusual: it was purple. At the same time, black flames also rose from the door leading to the front. They were trapped in the middle. After carefully observing the room, they confirmed that there was nothing scary here. There was only a table with seven bottles of different shapes on it. Although Allen didn't remember which bottle was the antidote mentioned in the original novel, it didn't stop him from finding the correct answer — it was the smallest bottle.
There was very little magic potion left in this inconspicuous little bottle. It was only enough for one person to pass through the flames.
Harry grabbed the bottle and poured the potion into his mouth. Even with Allen's sharp senses, he couldn't snatch it in time.
"Allen, you've sacrificed a lot along the way. Let me face the last obstacle." Harry was calmer than ever.
Allen was suddenly very moved. He knew that Harry chose to face the difficulties by himself and left the hope of survival to him. In a short time, it was a choice between life and death. Harry really valued friendship and was very courageous.
"Harry, what if the mysterious man is inside?" Allen wanted to give Harry some hints so that he wouldn't panic when he suddenly faced the Lord Voldemort.
"Well, I was lucky to escape once before, remember?" Harry pointed to the scar on his forehead and said, "I might be able to turn the misfortune into a blessing."
"Harry — you know, you're a real Gryffindor. Good luck! "Allen was deeply shocked and decided to ensure Harry's safety.
Harry took a deep breath and walked straight into the black flames. Allen wrapped Miaomiao's wizard robe around his body, activated the invisibility function, and followed through the black flames.
Harry, who walked into the last room, was surprised to find that it was neither Snape nor the Lord Voldemort in the room, but the stuttering, pale Professor Quirrell.
Allen stood aside and watched the situation. He was waiting for the right time to strike.
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