I was inventing at Hogwarts

The chess pieces seemed to be listening to them. As soon as Ron finished speaking, a knight, a bishop and a castle turned around, turned their backs to the white chess pieces, and walked out of the chessboard.

Three empty seats were left, and Rigg, Ron and Hermione were motioned to go over.

Harry cheered for Rigg and the others loudly from across the chessboard.

"The rule of chess is that white moves first." Ron said, looking across the chessboard.

Sure enough, a white pawn moved forward two spaces.

Ron began to loudly instruct the black chess to move and fight, and Rigg and Hermione silently obeyed his orders as two chess pieces.

It was difficult for Hermione to control herself from thinking about the worst-case scenario, what if they lost?

Rigg kept observing his surroundings when he didn't need to move.

He also noticed Hermione's pale face, and she kept rubbing her fingers.

Rigg comforted Hermione. Although Hermione responded, her fear did not subside.

Her face was still as pale as Malfoy's.

"Li Ge, move four squares to the right."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to move, Rigg gave Hermione in the next cell a hug.

Hermione was indeed nervous. Rigg felt like she was holding an ice cube, and there was no heat in her hands or body.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and before she could say anything, Rigg ran away according to Ron's instructions.

Hermione stretched out her hand reflexively, then put it down in frustration.

But Hermione felt much better now, and the blood in her body seemed to begin to flow again and become warm.

Just now, she seemed to be in another space and could only answer her companion's words mechanically.

Because as soon as the chess game started, she was frightened.

The White Queen viciously knocked one of their knights to the floor and threw it out of the chessboard like trash.

The knight lay face down on the edge of the chessboard, motionless.

"There is no other choice but this." Ron said, he had to sacrifice this knight to have any hope of winning.

"So you can eat the Bishop. Go ahead, Hermione."

When Hermione passed by the black knight, he didn't move at all, as if he had turned into an ordinary black sculpture.

Hermione noticed that his head had been split open, which made her shudder and make her absent-minded during the rest of the chess game.

She kept imagining what would happen if she was beaten like this by the White Queen.

Will she die here?

Fortunately, Rigg regained her consciousness, and Hermione almost missed one of Ron's instructions.

Every time one of their pieces is captured, the white pieces act ruthlessly and show no mercy.

Soon, there were a lot of black chess pieces lying down and lying on the side of the wall.

The ones that looked injured were not as heavy as the black knight they saw at the beginning, at least they could still move.

On two occasions, thanks to Ron's timely discovery of Rigg and Hermione's critical situation, he found a way to save them.

It was just that the White Queen was stunned for a moment when she tried to capture the chess piece next to Rigg, which confused Ron very much. He thought he had made a mistake in his calculations.

Fortunately, the White Queen quickly captured the chess piece just as he thought.

Ron himself charged across the board, taking almost as many white pieces as they lost black pieces.

"Almost there," he whispered suddenly, "let me think..."

The White Queen turned her featureless face towards Ron.

If you can't deal with the little wizard outside the chessboard, it's not a bad idea to hit this little wizard.

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

His voice was low but clear enough for everyone in the room to hear.

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

Dumbledore, who had been following Rigg and the others in the corner, also opened his eyes in surprise. He looked carefully at this little wizard who he had never noticed before.

Ron is indeed ordinary.

Her studies are average, her abilities are average, and she has many shortcomings, which often makes Hermione mad to death.

But now, Dumbledore remembered the child.

Rigg grasped the wand tightly and said nothing. He had just done a small experiment, and the result was very good.

"This is chess!"

Ron snapped, confident in his own judgment: "Some sacrifices always have to be made! If I take a step forward, she will eat me, and then Rigg can checkmate the king! We Can win!”

"But..." Hermione's eyes turned red.

"Harry is still over there. If we don't win, he won't be able to come back!"

Hermione froze, she hadn't considered the situation.

She also felt that Harry was much safer than the three of them on the chessboard.

"Let's go, just remember to carry me back." Ron pretended to smile calmly, and he was even in the mood to make a joke.

"It shouldn't hurt any more than George's and his others' biting hats."

"Are you ready?" Ron shouted, his face pale but his expression very determined. "I'm going, Rigg remember to go three spaces to the left!"

He took a step forward, and the White Queen's face turned towards Ron, as if she was targeting him.

She rushed towards Ron, raised her stone arm, and wanted to punch Ron on the head like another chess piece.

Ron was so frightened that he fell to the floor, and the White Queen was stunned.

Hermione screamed, but didn't move from her cell.

Harry knelt down on the opposite side of the chessboard, tears streaming down his face, as he heard Ron's words.

Rigg, who had been holding the wand tightly, finally moved and raised his wand high.

The Disillusionment Curse immediately took effect on Ron's body.

The White Queen who rushed towards her didn't hit anyone with her punch. She looked at the grid in confusion.

But after she finished punching, she took two steps forward and stood in this square.

Ron sat on the ground with his eyes wide open in horror.

He covered his mouth, not daring to breathe out.

Has it worked? Has it worked?

Rigg and Hermione, who were still on the chessboard, looked at each other, and Harry covered his mouth nervously.

The White Queen didn't react at all, just like she was waiting for Ron to play chess.

Ron shivered and stumbled over to Rigg.

He hugged Rigg's calf and sat down.

"Oh my God, my God." Rigg canceled the disillusionment spell on him, and Ron reappeared.

His face was now even paler than Hermione's just now, and he would cry and laugh at other times.

Rigg was really afraid that Ron would be frightened, so he kept putting his arm around his shoulders to comfort him.

After resting for a while, Ron felt much better.

The happy Ron quickly regained his strength and pulled Rigg to move three spaces to the left.

The White Queen just looked at them quietly. She couldn't see the difference between the little wizards. She just played the chess game according to the set spells and the sounds she heard.

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

They won.

Harry heard the door behind him click open a small crack.

The white pieces bowed and stepped back, making way for them to move toward the door smoothly.

Rigg, Hermione and Ron, dragged them forward to meet Harry.

Harry ran forward so excitedly that he didn't even bother to grab the broom.

Harry was so excited that he couldn't say a word, so he patted Rigg and then patted Ron, who was smiling stupidly.

After Ron was extremely frightened, all he could think about now was how he would describe it to his classmates later.

After the foursome met, they briefly discussed and decided to check out the next level before going back to rest.

Today's customs clearance experience exhausted all their energy.

Ron, who was frightened and struggling to play chess, could hardly open his eyes now that he was safe.

Rigg dragged a sleepy Ron, followed by Hermione and Harry, and the foursome headed down the next corridor.

In order to prevent Ron from falling asleep on the spot, Rigg asked: "What do you think will happen next?"

"We have passed Sprout's mechanism, which is the devil's net." Hermione counted on her fingers, "We also saw the one who enchanted those keys, it was Professor Flitwick."

Harry also added: "Professor McGonagall deformed the chess pieces and made them come alive. I just remembered that there seemed to be wizard chess in Professor McGonagall's office before."

"So," Rigg concluded, "what's left is Quirrell's magic and the levels designed by Snape."

Just hearing Snape's name, Ron, who had just closed his eyes and let Rigg drag him away, suddenly woke up and said, "Let's go tomorrow."

It was hard for Ron to imagine how difficult the levels designed by Snape, who looked like a big devil, were.

"Snape's level might require us to drink poison!" This is the level that best suits Ron's imagination that Snape would design.

Hermione wanted to defend Snape, but then remembered that Ron was the hero today, so she shut up.

They came to a door again.

"Leave?" Harry asked quietly.

"Go in." Rigg gently pushed the door open.

A disgusting smell hit his nostrils, and Ron woke up from his dream, quickly covering himself with a scarf.

Harry and Hermione were both retching.

Rigg opened a small gap and observed the inside of the room.

This is a troll.

It was bigger and smellier than the one they had fought last time.

Rigg's eyes were about to burst into tears. He only glanced twice before closing the door again.

The troll didn't notice the crack in the door, it was sleeping happily.

After Rige closed the door completely, he quickly motioned for the others to follow him back.

After some distance, Rigg said: "There is a giant monster inside."

Harry nodded, and even Rigg had guessed it.

Trolls were the most unhygienic creatures he had ever seen. The one he encountered last time was dirty and smelly.

Rigg was actually not sure about fighting the troll. The troll last time at least had a huge wooden club in his hand.

The troll he saw just now didn't take anything.

If he couldn't use physical attacks, even he, Harry, and Hermione wouldn't be able to defeat the troll.

While walking back, Rigg discussed with Hermione how to defeat the troll.

Ron was now being supported by Harry who was moved by him. Harry had already decided to take back his previous words and Ron could eat as many chicken drumsticks as he wanted.

Rigg and Hermione, who were having a heated discussion, got closer and closer. Rigg was surprised to find that Hermione seemed to have changed her shampoo again, and today it was rose-flavored.

On the way back, the four of them were all drowsy. No one expected that they would spend so long in the chess game.

Even without looking at the time, Rigg felt that today's night tour had lasted more than 2 hours.

Remembering that Miracle was still waiting for him above, Rigg quickened his pace.

I hurried back to the classroom with the three-headed dog Luwei. Sure enough, it was already late at night and the classroom was pitch dark.

Rigg whispered something strange, and saw two golden cat eyes lighting up in the corner next to the door.

Wonderful meowed, raising her tail excitedly, but she didn't dare to move. She was still covered with an invisibility cloak.

Rigg quickly let go of Hermione's hand and ran to pick up Wonder.

Hermione and Hermione looked at each other like crazy and coquettishly as soon as they were picked up by Rigg, with a little pride in their wonderful cat eyes.

Is this her illusion? Hermione thought a little uncertainly.

The next day, the foursome went to class and had dinner again as if they were possessed by ghosts.

Ron originally wanted to find someone to brag about his legendary experience yesterday, but he didn't have the energy now.

The body reflects their state very honestly, howling loudly that it is sleepy to death.

All day long, they could only try to open one eyelid and look at the professor.

Professor Flitwick thought his beloved Rigg and Hermione had been stung by bees, and enthusiastically wanted to take them to Madam Pomfrey.

Rigg and Hermione waved their hands to reject Professor Flitwick's kindness.

On the third day, the foursome barely recovered. Before they could finish their breakfast, they heard bad news.

Professor McGonagall informed the little wizards that the final exam will be moved forward a week.

Hermione:?

Not to mention the originally planned night outing, Hermione was in a state of rage and even Malfoy took a detour.

Because of their poor foundation, Harry and Ron were forced by Hermione to review from scratch this week.

Ron memorized the incantations and precautions for the Levitation Curse in his dreams. When Rigg got up at night, he heard him talking in his sleep many times.

Harry would probably never remember how he passed those exams.

On the actual day of the exam, Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief and vowed never to look at those notes or Hermione's papers again.

But looking at Rigg and Hermione at the breakfast table, taking one last look at the organized notebooks.

Ron and Harry looked at each other, feeling a little panicked.

Harry caught Ron peeking at his notes several times behind his back.

The weather that day was unusually hot and muggy, as if it was foreshadowing something.

The large classroom where they answered questions was even more uncomfortably hot.

The teacher gave them new quills specially for exams, which were replaceable quills with spells to prevent cheating.

This was also the result of Dumbledore and Nigel's purchases.

Not long after the quills arrived, he discovered that the century-old store was indeed different. It was of good quality and easy to use.

Dumbledore waved his hand, and Literary Residence's sales for this year were completed.

There are also practical exams.

Professor Flitwick asked them to go into the classroom one by one and see if they could tap dance a pineapple across a desk.

That is to say, use the floating spell to levitate the pineapple and then put it down.

Rigg and Hermione successfully completed this task. Rigg even made the pineapple spin and jump in the air. Professor Flitwick smiled with satisfaction.

Logically speaking is not allowed in the examination room, but the professors at Hogwarts have a high degree of authority and freedom.

Professor Flitwick touched his mustache and said, "Rigg, can you perform that?"

Rigg:?

His expression now was exactly the same as Hermione's when she heard that the exam was brought forward, with a bit of confusion and a bad premonition.

Professor Flitwick cleared his throat, "If you can use the Flying Curse, I'll give you extra points."

Today’s two-in-one update, don’t wait tonight, this chapter will be followed by a post-release review.

Unexpectedly, I really persisted in updating it until it was put on the shelves. I praised myself, I am so good.

Due to work and the epidemic, I originally thought there would be no updates.

Then, the word count is already 200,000 words. Book friends who have time can go to the book friend circle to remind those who made bets.

Finally, I would like to offer a tribute to Zhai Nan’s new book.