Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 103, Section 101: Malfoy's Realization!

Ron took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and began playing chess.

While called Wizard's Chess, it's actually quite similar to Western chess. Not only are the pieces similar, but the gameplay is also extremely similar. The only difference is that the pieces in Wizard's Chess can move, and...

With a loud bang, the white knight shattered the black pawn with a single sword strike, turning it into fragments scattered across the ground.

Ron's breathing became rapid, his face flushed slightly, and his palms were sweating nervously.

The power of this sword strike is so great even when it hits a chess piece; imagine how powerful it would be if it struck them.

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

The mention of Ronaldo sent Ron's blood pressure soaring, but he quickly calmed down.

The black knights began to command the white pieces to be shattered as well.

"It's just a game of wizard chess, it's just a game of wizard chess. Rothford, this is just a game of wizard chess, ugh!"

Ron kept hypnotizing himself.

Whether it was Ron's self-hypnosis or not, under his command the black pieces displayed great power, sweeping all before them and causing countless white pieces to fall on the spot.

Perhaps sensing the danger, the white pieces became increasingly ruthless in their attacks, and many black pieces were reduced to fragments.

"We're about to win! Victory will be achieved as soon as the king is checkmated."

With his command, the white pieces' influence was gradually reduced, and the white king's movement range became increasingly narrow, until now it only has...

"Just one more step and we'll be the general."

Ron's face was full of excitement.

However.

The white queen approached Malfoy expressionlessly.

This means that his next step is to be eaten.

"Wait." Ron's face turned pale instantly.

He realized the problem, a very serious problem.

If Malfoy were to step aside at this point, the Black Knight would be unable to checkmate the White King, while the White Queen would be able to checkmate the Black King. This means...

They will lose the whole game.

If they don't move aside and directly kill the White Kingdom, then Malfoy will be eaten.

"There must be a way, there must be a way! Damn it! How could I forget?!"

Ron was sweating profusely with anxiety, racking his brains for a decisive solution.

"There's no way!"

Malfoy's voice interrupted Ron, his expression calm: "This is the only way out. Sometimes sacrifice is necessary."

"Remember the Slytherin doctrine? Victory above all else, honor above all else."

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

"We must win! We must triumph! We are not a burden!"

"Go, Black Bishop, and seize final victory!"

Malfoy seized command from Ron, allowing the black pieces to checkmate the white king.

Dudley once told him that Gryffindor and Slytherin were originally very close friends, who would go through thick and thin together and could entrust their backs to each other. Perhaps they had some differences in their beliefs, but that did not mean that their feelings for each other were not sincere.

He longed for this kind of feeling and yearned to have true friends.

He remembered that Ron was best at Wizard's Chess, but he didn't say it aloud. In fact, he was also very good at Wizard's Chess, and his skills were no worse than Ron's.

The white-clad queen walked expressionlessly to Malfoy.

Ron closed his eyes in pain.

Harry and Neville closed their eyes.

Hermione closed her eyes, unable to bear seeing what was about to happen.

Malfoy slowly closed his eyes, accepting his fate.

"Now, Ron, Potter, everyone, we're best buddies now."

Boom!

It wasn't a violent scene; the White Queen simply tapped Malfoy lightly on the head, and with a thud, Malfoy fainted.

"He should be alright, right?"

Seeing that they hadn't been chopped into pieces, Harry and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Naveen thought for a moment and said, "The force is lighter than what Brother D usually uses. It won't be fatal, but he'll definitely be unconscious for a while."

"Let's move on to the next level."

The White King removed his crown and threw it at their feet, declaring their victory. The remaining White pieces bowed and retreated, making way for them.

The group immediately followed the path, and the gate to the next level was slowly pushed open.

Then a nauseating stench hit me.

"Eye irritation"

Ha rubbed his eyes hard, squeezing out the tears that had flowed from the irritation.

Otherwise, you won't be able to see anything ahead.

That can't be described as just stinking; it's practically a weapon—yes, the kind of biological weapon that Brother D often talks about.

A strange roar came from inside the room, and the stench grew stronger.

Hermione took action again, waving her wand to reduce the surrounding smell considerably, at least making it possible to see things clearly inside the room.

"It's a troll!"

A huge, foul-smelling creature was charging towards them, baring its teeth and claws.

The young wizards calmly took out their wands and each threw a spell at the guy.

then

The giant lay down on the ground.

Since the Halloween troll incident, the professors have been teaching the young wizards how to deal with a troll, and they even caught one and let them practice on the spot.

So now all the young wizards at Hogwarts know how to deal with a troll.

This level was no less difficult for them than the Devil's Web, and was even a little easier.

The poor troll collapsed before it could even do anything after its appearance.

Covering their noses, the young wizards hurriedly left the room.

It smells so bad, staying here is unbearable.

The next room was simply furnished with a table upon which were seven bottles of various shapes, and a wall of fire blocked the way.

A roll of parchment on the table had many notes written on it.

"Is it a logic problem?"

Harry looked at the content and asked a question; he had seen similar questions when he was in St. George's Elementary School.

However, because I didn't study diligently, I don't remember the answers at all, let alone the solutions.

So he silently looked at Hermione, the only academic genius present.

With Brother D gone, we can only rely on you.

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

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 Potions Master, and ordinary wizards couldn't tell the difference unless they were also Potions Masters.

Fortunately, he also provided enough hints.

Hermione quickly solved the puzzle based on the clues.

"There's only enough potion in the bottle for two people."

Hermione frowned in displeasure as she looked at the dosage in the potion bottle: "That means there's only enough for two of us."

Then she paused slightly, frowned slightly, and turned to look at Harry with a serious expression.

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

(End of this chapter)