Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Brian continued to play the harp, watching Quirrell throw Neville and Justin into the trap door, and then let Brian go down first.

Brian threw the harp aside and jumped into the hole. Quirrell jumped in and closed the trap door before the big dog woke up.

The cold and damp wind blew in his ears as Brian fell downwards, finally landing on something soft.

"Fluorescence." Brian lit the wand and made it glow faintly.

Surrounded by vines growing wantonly, they squirmed and entangled the bodies of Neville and Justin, but they slightly avoided the light of the wand in Brian's hand, but were not afraid and were still trying to entangle Brian.

"Devil's Net, afraid of light and warmth." Brian muttered to himself: "The flames are blazing!"

A stream of flame shot out from the tip of the wand, illuminating the surrounding area warmly and brightly. Devil's Web shrank away from the light and heat, releasing Brian and the two boys.

Brian took the two boys and ran to the side - they were both under a spell and were light and airy at this time.

Quirrell flew out of the hole, flew directly over the Devil's Net, and landed lightly next to Brian.

"Devil's Net, this is Sprout's level..." He whispered, "It's really like a child's game."

"It's very possible that this was set up by Dumbledore to prevent Harry and the others from falling to death." Brian cursed.

When he read the original work, he suspected that Dumbledore had set this place up as a level-breaking game just to hone the Saviors. He should have created an opportunity at some point for the three Harrys to try it out. Otherwise, he only needs to put the Mirror of Erised here, and Voldemort will be defeated.

Of course, the time when Harry and the three of them broke through was definitely not in his plan. After all, Harry broke in so irritably that he almost lost the Sorcerer's Stone and almost lost his own life.

Ahead was a stone corridor. The two walked along the corridor, their footsteps echoing hollowly around them.

There was movement gradually ahead, the sound of flapping wings, like hundreds of birds flying around.

At the end of the corridor was a vast, brightly lit room with hundreds of colorful birds flying around, sparkling. If you look closely, you will see that they are actually keys with wings.

There was a door at the end of the room. It was locked. Quirrell tried several spells, but it did nothing.

Brian looked at the hundreds of keys flying around, then glanced at the broomsticks next to him, and said softly: "So, we need to find the only one among these hundreds of keys. Then grab it."

Quirrell gritted his teeth and said, "Ah, it's really a game of house."

He muttered to himself, his voice was very soft, but Brian could barely hear it. He was mumbling: "What should I do? What should I do, Master?"

Immediately, his expression turned cold and his eyes turned into slender red vertical pupils. He gave Brian an indifferent look, which made Brian feel cold all over.

"Any connection must have traces." His voice became cold and high-pitched.

He slowly raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at the door lock in front of him. A lilac beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand. It connected the door lock and the wand, then extended to the other end, connecting several One of hundreds of keys.

The bird-like key struggled, but was entangled in the beam and approached Quirrell. Finally, Quirrell reached out and took it in his hand.

Quirrell's expression returned to its original state, and his eyes were no longer cold red. He was breathing heavily and his body was shaking violently.

He wasted no time, inserted the key firmly into the keyhole, and opened the door.

The next room was dark, but as soon as they stepped into it, the lights suddenly brightened in front of them. This is a huge chessboard, with huge black and white chess pieces in front. The chess pieces are as big as adults and have no facial features on their faces.

"A game of wizard's chess," Brian muttered.

"There are four of us, so we should replace four of the black chess pieces and win this game of wizard chess before we can go to the opposite side and pass the door behind the white chess pieces."

Quirrell nodded grimly.

"Or, you can try to see if you can pass the level violently?" Brian tilted his head.

"No, this is Dumbledore's magic, and it is blessed by McGonagall's Transfiguration..." Quirrell shook his head, his face still very pale. "We have to follow his rules and not waste energy unnecessarily."

Brian nodded, understanding that Voldemort could not just replace Quirrell.

"Then let's play a game of wizard chess." Brian smiled.

"Are you good at wizard chess?" Quirrell asked.

"Ah, my level should be pretty good." Brian smiled.

"Just right, Lord... my level is not bad either." Quirrell said.

Brian chose the black bishop holding the scepter, and Quirrell chose the black castle. The two chess pieces obeyed their orders and turned around and walked out of the chessboard.

Quirrell waved his wand, causing Neville and Justin to float to the positions of the two black knights.

White moves first. A white soldier piece on the opposite side moved forward two spaces.

Seeing that Quirrell had no intention of making a sound, Brian directed a black pawn to advance two spaces.

Just like that, Brian instructed Black to fight. Quirrell watched silently, his eyes narrowed.

"Neville, go forward to the right." Brian instructed. Quirrell waved his wand and let Neville float over.

One of White's pawns takes a step forward.

Brian directed the other black bishop to move one space to the right.

In this way, the battle between the two sides began. The battle was not fierce, but every time a chess piece was captured, the opponent's chess piece would smash the chess piece into pieces, and then the debris would be dragged to the wall, adding another dimension to the chess game. A cruel meaning.

"The Black Queen moves forward two spaces." Brian commanded unhurriedly as he watched the opposite king and the castle change position.

The Black Queen, who was sitting upright, obeyed his command and moved two steps forward.

Bishop Bai on the opposite side moved directly in front of Brian.

"The Black Queen moves three spaces to the left." Brian commanded unhurriedly.

The white pawn on the opposite side took a step forward.

After the Black Queen walked one space forward to the left, she walked straight forward into Black's base camp.

Quirrell frowned and said, "Your fighting style is too aggressive."

"Ah, I just want to save some time." Brian smiled slightly.

While talking and commanding, the black queen broke a white pawn, which was then eaten by the white king. The white king stood up from his throne, smashed the black queen, and dragged her remains off the chessboard.

Brian directed another black bishop to fill the gap and continued to surround the white king.

As Brian crossed most of the chessboard diagonally, he completely forced the white king into a blind corner.

The White King took off the crown from his head and threw it at Brian's feet.

"Well, what do you mean? General!"

The white chess pieces bowed and retreated, leaving a path leading directly to the door at the end.

Quirrell didn't move a step from beginning to end. He looked at Brian and clapped softly: "Kill the king by abandoning the queen? What a wonderful match. You are better than I thought."

Brian bowed slightly to him.

The two of them walked forward surrounded by chess pieces. When they arrived at the door, Brian looked back and saw that all the chess pieces had returned to their original positions, and the white chess pieces were blocking the door again.

"Ah, my level is ahead." Quirrell pushed the door open, and a stench hit his face, making him nauseous. It was a giant monster even bigger than the one Brian brought down.

Brian frowned, used magic to put a bubble in front of his mouth and nose, and breathed in the fresh air inside.

While Brian was using his magic, Quirrell cast several spells on the troll. There were bloody swellings on the monster's extremely ugly head. It shook twice and fell heavily to the ground.

"I still know how to deal with giant monsters." Quirrell said proudly that he was able to deal with the giant monster in three moves, five divided by two.

Brian nodded and walked quickly to the next room. He didn't want to be around this giant monster for a moment longer.

After they crossed the threshold, purple flames rose behind them, blocking their escape route. At the same time, black flames ignited in front of them, blocking the way.

There was only a table in front of him, with seven strange-shaped bottles on it, and a piece of parchment.

The two looked at the parchment and pondered over the bottle for a while.

Brian carefully compared the parchment with logical reasoning, and it took him a minute to find the correct potion.

"Obviously, the smallest one can allow us to pass through the black flames." Brian said.

"And the one on the far right allows people to go back the way they came." Quirrell added.

"Then it's obvious." Brian smiled and looked at Quirrell and said, "The amount of magic potion in this small bottle is only enough for two people to pass through the black flames."

"So, how do you choose?"