Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 191 A simple line of defense
Time, 5:15.

Harry and the three were already standing in another room.

They were colorful keys, circling on the ceiling like birds.

Oops, there were so many keys, just dodging their attacks was a problem, and Harry had only recently mastered the armor protection spell.

This is a spell that senior students and even some Ministry of Magic employees don't know. Are my skills really good enough?

Harry couldn't help but think sadly.

Draco on the side also had a grimace on his face. Some of the curses he knew were just to play tricks on others. Is it really okay to use the key?

"Open the Alaho hole!" Ron's curse interrupted Harry and Draco's contemplation.

"Ron, how did you get there!" Draco said what Harry wanted to say in advance, pointing at Ron who had walked to the other side of the room, next to the heavy wooden door.

"I just walked over." Ron looked at Draco with a puzzled expression, wondering why he asked such a simple question.

Then, Harry and Draco followed cautiously.

The two of them covered their faces with their arms, as if they expected sharp mouths and claws to tear them apart at any moment, but in the end they were fine.

Fortunately, Ron didn't notice this. He pulled and pushed there, but the wooden door wouldn't budge.

"It seems we need a key, but how do we get up there?" Harry frowned, while Ron next to him shook his shoulders in confusion.

"What should we do? Ron, stop making trouble - where did this come from!" Harry was stunned and looked at the broomstick handed to him by Ron.

"It's just in the corner. There are three of them, one for each of us." Ron said proudly.

Harry looked at Draco again. By now, he was already doubting whether there was really Voldemort or Quirrell.

Could all of this be Dumbledore's test? Maybe the last step will be Dumbledore himself?

Harry began to give up on himself, "I'll do it. I saw a silver key with drooped wings. I'll try it - armor protection! - Oh! - That's it?"

Harry looked at the silver key that was constantly struggling in his hand, with a look of doubt on his face. Was his armor protection in vain?
Ron below was already applauding, only Draco had a complicated look on his face.

"Maybe the key will attack us when we open the door?" Draco comforted.

"Malfoy, you are still jealous of Harry at this time." Ron helped Harry get off the broomstick and walked to the wooden door.

Draco had to suppress his emotions and understand - understand Ron, he was just stupid.

And Harry took a deep breath. The simplicity in front of him was probably just to make them relax their vigilance.

Harry carefully inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it hard - the door opened.

Then there was a click, and as soon as the door lock popped open, the key flew away again.

However, to Harry and Draco's dismay, it just flew away and did not call its friends to find a group of keys to attack Harry and the others.

"Are you ready?" Harry held the door handle with his hand, crying and laughing, and looked at Ron and Draco.

"Harry, it's the third level. Please be happy." Ron comforted.

Harry didn't answer. When Draco nodded, he pushed the door open.

The room was dark and nothing could be seen.

But Harry was not afraid of anything. The flying broomstick just now foreshadowed the identity of the professor who arranged this defense line—Professor McGonagall who loved Quidditch the most.

Even the strictest defense line of Professor McGonagall is like this, so there is nothing to be afraid of behind, Harry thought.

Sure enough, as soon as I stepped through the door, the lights came on.

A large wizard's chess set?

I guess I just need to walk over quickly, it can still attack - oops!

Harry ducked down so fast that the white pawn almost hit him on the head. "Great!" Harry and Draco said in unison.

"Harry, are you and Malfoy crazy?" Ron looked worried. In his opinion, his two little friends had been crushed by the pressure.

Now, he was the only one to take action. This was wizard chess, which he was best at. "It's obvious that we have to play chess to get to the other side of the room."

Now Ron's chess skills are far stronger than those in the original world line.

Because whenever Harry was annoying Ron and wanted to change the subject, he would mention Ron's excellent chess skills, which made Ron consciously hone his chess skills.

Logically speaking, he should not have to sacrifice himself and be hit in the head by the White Queen like in the original world line.

However, he unfortunately said something - that silver-eyed wizard was Voldemort.

"How could I be that ugly guy Voldemort!" Ryan thought as he took over White's faceless chess piece.

In this way, Ron sacrificed himself again and was hit in the head by the White Queen's stone arm. Ron seemed to be knocked unconscious.

Harry, who was shaking all over, moved according to Ron's instructions before he sacrificed himself. The White King took off the crown on his head and threw it at Harry's feet.

They won.

The white chess pieces bowed and stepped back, making way so that they could walk towards the door smoothly.

Harry and Draco didn't dare to look back. They were afraid that if they did, they would have to play chess again. They couldn't let Ron's sacrifice be in vain!

They gave Ron one last worried look before rushing through the door and down the next corridor.

"I obviously used armor to protect myself! How could Ron faint?" Harry said tremblingly in the corridor.

Ryan, who was hiding aside, nodded.

Indeed, Ron would have been fine, because unlike the original world line, Harry used armor to protect himself.

But this way, it's no longer fun, so Ryan slightly increases his strength to the point where he just knocks out Ron.

It can't be too heavy, after all, Ron can be considered Ryan's friend.

"With your protection spell, Ron will be fine." Draco called out Ron's name, but also to convince himself.

"Yeah, it's okay." Harry nodded.

For the first time, he began to feel regretful. If he hadn't found these levels too easy, maybe he wouldn't be like this.

Maybe the level can feel their attitude. It will be easy if you stay prepared, but it will be difficult if you don't like it.

Although this was just Harry's illusion, he still couldn't help himself.

So much so that when he reached the new level, where there was a smelly monster and a fainting giant with a big bump on his head, Harry still didn't react.

Draco was the same, they were breathing freely, how could this stench hinder them who had been taking a semester of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and how could it affect their worries about Ron!

Soon, they came to the next room.

They had to be quick, someone was already one step ahead of them.

There was nothing scary in the new room, just a table with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it.

"This should be the defense line set up by Professor Snape." Harry forced a smile. He was very good at potions.

As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose up behind them and sealed the doorway.

This flame was unusual, it was purple.

At the same time, black flames leapt out of the door leading to the front.

They were stuck in the middle.

(End of this chapter)