Together [HP]

"Oh, Jacqueline, come on," Harry called, "unless you don't really want to help us stop Snape."

"Okay, okay." Jacqueline stepped onto the chessboard and kicked the position of the Imperial Guard in the middle, "According to my shallow knowledge of chess, I think it is safest to choose the Imperial Guard, so don't Let me die?"

"That's actually..." As soon as Ron opened his mouth, the pieces started to move. A knight, a bishop, a castle and a guard turned around, turned their backs to the white pieces, and walked out of the chessboard. There were four empty seats left for Harry, Ron, Hermione and Jacqueline.

"The rule of chess is that the white moves first." Ron said, looking across the board, "By the way, you see."

A white pawn moves two squares forward. "Ron began to direct the black chess to fight. Harry, Hermione and Jacqueline silently followed his instructions." Harry, move four squares to the right. "

When another of their knights was eaten, they began to feel real fear.The White Queen violently knocked the knight down on the floor and dragged him off the board.He lay there face down, motionless.

And when the Imperial Guards around her were beaten to pieces one after another by the White Queen, Jacqueline looked at Ron with a pale face, "Ron, why didn't you tell me that the Imperial Guards are the most dangerous!"

"I can't stop you..." Ron explained in a low voice.

"Merlin," Jacqueline closed her eyes, "If I can go back safely, I want to have a good chat with Ray."

"It's got to be," said Ron, looking shocked, "so you can go and eat that bishop. Go ahead, Hermione."

Every time their pieces were captured, the white pieces acted ruthlessly and mercilessly.Soon, a large pile of lifeless black chess pieces fell in disorder beside the wall.Twice, thanks to Ron finding Harry in time, Hermione and Jacqueline were in critical situations and managed to get them out.Ron charged across the board himself, taking almost as many black pieces as they had lost.

"It's almost there," he whispered suddenly, "let me think, let me think..."

Queen White turned her featureless face to him.

"Yes" Ron whispered, "the only way I have to be eaten."

"No!" Harry and Hermione yelled at the same time.

"It's chess!" snapped Ron. "There's always some sacrifice to be made! I'll take a step forward and she'll eat me, and you'll checkmate the king, Harry!"

"But,"

"Do you want to stop Snape?"

"Ron,"

"Hurry up, if you don't hurry up, he's already got the Philosopher's Stone!"

Harry didn't hesitate any longer.

"Ready?" Ron called, pale but determined. "I'm going, pay attention, act immediately after winning, don't delay here."

He took a step forward, and Queen White rushed over immediately.She raised her stone arm and punched Ron on the head so hard that Ron fell to the floor and Hermione screamed, but didn't leave her grid.Jacqueline tilted her head to one side, her knees giving way.The White Queen dragged Ron aside.It looked like Ron had been knocked unconscious.

Trembling, Harry moved three spaces to the left.

King White took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet.they won...

The white chess pieces bowed back one after another, making way for them to walk towards the door smoothly.

"Will he?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"He'll be fine," said Harry, trying to convince himself of it.

"Jacqueline," Hermione called softly, and Jacqueline, who had already sprinted off the chessboard, stopped and turned to look at her.

"We can't just keep him like this," said Hermione.

"As he said," Jacqueline frowned slightly, "There must always be sacrifices."

"But not today, Jacqueline." Hermione shook her head. "I think..."

"Okay." Jacqueline nodded, "Then you can take Ron out."

"Jacqueline," Harry yelled, "what are you talking about? We've lost Ron and we can't lose Hermione."

"Listen," Jacqueline said, looking at Harry, "if we look at this as a final exam, the devil's web is from Professor Sprout, the flying key is from Professor Flitwick, and the chessboard is from McGonagall. Professor, then we are left with Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions, and of course we cannot rule out Principal Dumbledore's exam questions."

"Jacqueline," Harry scratched his head, "if you have something to say, please hurry up."

"Then I'll get straight to the point. Someone obviously came before us, so if I'm right, we don't have to worry about Defense Against the Dark Arts, or rather, we can't, because whatever We can't handle things."

"Easy, Jacqueline!" Harry yelled.

"Hermione can send Ron out, because we only have Potions to worry about. And in this class, the gap between you and Hermione is not 01:30."

"If that's the case." Harry nodded, "then you take Ron out, go through the trap door, and pass Lu Wei. Go directly to the hut where the owl lives, and send Hedwig to deliver a letter to Dumbledore. We need him to the rescue. I may be able to keep Snape at bay for a while, but I'm no match for him."

"Say it as if you were his opponent if that was Professor Quirrell."

"Jacqueline," Hermione glanced at Jacqueline, "Next, I need you to help Harry well. Harry, listen to me, Jacqueline is good at potions, and she can help you even more. As for me, I just study hard and rely on a little cleverness."

"Please tell my mother about that." Jacqueline rolled her eyes, "And, to be honest, I'd better send Ron out, this is, probably, the most I can bear. I'd rather not ride that broom, though, how's Ron flying?"

"Jacqueline," Hermione hugged Jacqueline, "if you're so convinced that it's not Professor Snape, you'd want to see it with your own eyes, wouldn't you?"

Jacqueline sighed and nodded with her lips curled up.

"Let's go then," Harry said, and Jacqueline and he rushed through the door and down the next corridor.They came to another door.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked quietly. "Go in," said Jacqueline, pushing 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 smothered with tears. Through the blurred eyes of tears, they saw a giant monster, bigger than the one Jacqueline 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."

"Yeah." Jacqueline glanced at the troll lying on the ground. "Last time was pure luck. If I do it again...but it also confirms my thoughts."

"What idea?" Harry asked, opening the next door.There is only one table inside, and seven bottles of various shapes are arranged on it.

"Snape's magic," said Harry, "what should we do?"

As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, a flame rose from behind them, sealing the door.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.

"At least you can be sure that you don't need to make any medicine." Jacqueline grabbed a roll of parchment next to the bottle.Harry stood behind her and read with her: Danger ahead, safety behind.There are two of us who can help you.Drink them, one leads you forward and the other sends you back where you came from.Two contained nettle wine.Three are killers, waiting in line.Choose, unless you wish to be here forever.We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide, they stand to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are insufficient.None of them will work for you if you want to move forward;

Third, you'll find that the bottles vary in size.There is no death hidden in giants and dwarfs;

Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although the appearance is different, the taste is the same.

Jacqueline let out a long breath, and Harry was surprised to see her smile in a way he couldn't do himself.

"It's wonderful," said Jacqueline, "and I must say that our Headmaster is wonderful. It's not magic, it's a riddle. Many of the greatest wizards are without the slightest bit of logic and reasoning, and they're forced to Trapped here."

"As for us, we can't get out either, can we?" Harry asked impatiently.

"If it's just you," said Jacqueline, "the answer is right in front of us. Seven vials: three are poison; two are wine; one will carry us safely through the black flames, and the other will send us through The purple flame returns."

"But how do we know which one to drink?"

"If you can keep quiet, I don't need a minute."

Jacqueline read the paper several times, then closed her eyes and thought for a while, then opened her eyes quickly, "This smallest bottle can help us, I mean you go through the black flame, take to what you want."

Harry looked at the unassuming little bottle.

"Which bottle will get you back through the purple flames?" Harry asked.

Jacqueline pointed to a round bottle on the far right.

"You drink that bottle," said Harry. "And, sorry, Jacqueline. Hermione told me that your family is all from Slytherin. I think, I must admit, not all Slytherins are bad."

"Yeah," Jacqueline said, reaching for the bottle on the far right. "Don't be too surprised when you see Professor Quirrell, not Professor Snape, behind that."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Since you can survive once," Jacqueline took a sip from the bottle and shivered all over, "I believe you can survive the second time. Oh, damn it," Jacqueline turned around and whispered "I'm going to ride a broomstick alone," she muttered, walking straight through the purple flames.

Harry took a deep breath and grabbed the smallest bottle.He turned to face the black flames.

"I'm here." He finished, and drank the liquid in the small bottle in one gulp.

It really penetrated his whole body like ice.He put down the bottle and walked forward.He mustered up his courage and saw the black flames licking his body, but he didn't feel anything. At that moment, he couldn't see anything, only the black flames in front of his eyes, and then he came to the other side smoothly and entered took the last room.

There was already someone in there, not Snape, not even Voldemort, as Jacqueline said, it was Quirrell.