Chapter 51

Chapter 51: This Is Not Wizard Chess!

Soon, Ron and Harry had their positions on the board assigned.

Ron was very excited at this time.

He felt that this level was specially prepared for him. Well, it's actually…

Ron, who had been pressed down and couldn't raise his head, could finally show himself.

However, Ron's beautiful fantasy was immediately shattered by Alvin.

"Copy in pairs!"

"Copy in pairs!"

Alvin said that although he can't play wizard chess, he is a wizard, right?

As a wizard, of course, you must learn to defeat magic with magic.

After a few copying spells, the number of black chess pieces on the field suddenly increased several times.

Alvin still felt that it was not enough, and put another layer of shield on each black pawn.

After a few minutes, everyone watched as each white piece was kicked in a circle surrounded by three or five black pieces.

They fell into silence.

Harry and Hermione looked at Alvin admiringly, saying they had learned.

Ron, on the other hand, had a collapsed expression. Muttering to himself, "This is not wizard chess, it shouldn't be like this."

The whole person seems to be broken by playing.

After all the white pieces on the field were violently swept out of the board by Alvin, the door behind White opened immediately.

As if he wanted to send these plague gods away quickly, he couldn't wait.

A group of people filed in to bring the next level.

As a result, the house was empty.

Smell an unpleasant smell in the air.

Hermione analyzed: "This should be Professor Quirrell's level, it should be the troll, but the troll has been solved by Alvin."

Harry and Ron nodded blankly.

Sure enough, they still didn't come in handy.

Just be obedient and be a salted fish called 666.

Then everyone went to the next room. Just after everyone entered the room, flames of two different colors rose up, blocking the way forward and the way out.

There is only a table in the middle, and there are seven bottles of various shapes on it. And a piece of parchment.

Hermione stepped forward, picked up the parchment and looked at it.

"This seems to be a puzzle that we can try to solve."

Alvin naturally won't save the little witch's face. Since she has the heart to decipher it, let her try it.

After reading it several times, Hermione walked around in front of the row of potion bottles, and finally she chose a black bottle.

"This can help us pass the flames and get to the next room."

Harry looked at the black medicine bottle and saw that there was only enough in it to suffocate him.

He decided to drink this bottle of potion himself and break into the next level.

"I'll go in with you. I have a way to pass this flame, but I can only pass it alone."

Alvin spoke at this time, of course he has many ways to pass through this flame, and even extinguish it directly.

But after all, he had to face Voldemort for a while, and he didn't want to be distracted to protect Hermione.

Of course, Harry is fine as the protagonist, and he needs to get the Philosopher's Stone.

After Harry heard the words, he felt at ease. With Alvin around, he also had some confidence.

After pouring in the potion, Harry resolutely walked into the flames in front of him, with a feeling of desolation that would never return.

Just as Alvin was about to follow, Hermione suddenly rushed over and hugged him.

"Be sure to protect yourself well, I will go to Dumbledore."

After a few seconds, Hermione blushed and let go of Alvin.

Gently rubbing the little witch's hair, Alvin agreed gently.

"Don't worry, I'm strong."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the flames.

As Alvin stepped forward, a flash of fire appeared from behind him.

"Wow!"

With a soft moan, a noble and gorgeous phoenix appeared behind Alvin. It was Fury.

Alvin kept walking, and against the background of the phoenix, the whole person became sacred and solemn, which made Hermione and Ron, who were already stunned beside them, feel reverence in their hearts.

Fury's body burned with golden flames, then wrapped Alvin up.

And amazingly, the flames didn't hurt Alvin in the slightest. He passed the flames in front of him so smoothly and disappeared in front of the two of them.

...

"Why you, Quirrell!"

Harry looked at the last person in the room in surprise.

"It's me." Quirrell's voice was very different from usual, with a hint of gloom and weirdness.

"I was wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."

"But I thought Snape him"

Harry obviously couldn't believe Quirrell, who was usually submissive and was constantly being forced by Snape.

It turned out to be the person who really plotted against the Philosopher's Stone.

"Harry, I told you a long time ago, don't let prejudice cloud your judgment."

Here, Alvin, guarded by the phoenix flame, appeared in the room.

"Quiro, we meet again. You were so lucky last time in the Forbidden Forest."

"However, you can't run today."

"And you, Voldemort!"*