Azkaban students at Hogwarts

Before Ron could finish his words, the soldiers in front of the White King took the lead and took two big steps forward.

In front of it was the hole left by the basilisk when it broke out of the ground. It was surrounded by broken bricks and soil, but it acted like it didn't see it and stepped on these to the front.

The three brothers on one side of the chess formation did not quarrel. Instead, they were surprisingly united and listened to Ron's command.

"Soldiers before the king, advance - two squares."

The black stone soldier could no longer hold back and strode forward to meet the opponent's enemy.

The two colossi were almost touching each other, with the weapons in their hands held high, as if they would tear each other into pieces in the next second.

"So, what are the few of us going to do?"

Troca saw that the basilisk made no movement, so he turned back to Roman.

At this moment, Roman was sitting on the ground, trimming his nails slowly.

"Is this necessary?" Trocca felt that Roman was making too much fuss. "With all due respect, this is a defense set up by Dumbledore, and it will not be fatal."

"But only if you are lucky enough." Roman stared at the basilisk. At this moment, the stone statue of the bishop under it began to move slowly.

"Listen - if you're lucky enough."

In front of the Mirror of Erised, Nico was imitating Roman's tone of voice.

He and Dumbledore sat on two soft and comfortable armchairs, looking at the faces of Romans in the Mirror of Erised.

There was even a candy plate on the table nearby.

"He may be worried that I will use him and Troca to do something dangerous." Dumbledore did not defend himself, but just fiddled with the red stone in his hand.

If Roman were here, he would definitely recognize this stone with flowing light. He still has it hanging around his neck, thinking it is a fragment of it.

"It will be completely destroyed this time. After all, it is almost dying, and it still has to support such a large project." Nico sighed, turned to look at the mirror, "And you have to be beaten by people like you who don't understand the fun of playing chess. At the mercy of others.”

"Nico, the King's Gambit gambit is no longer popular." Dumbledore couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only turn his head and look at the magic mirror.

The stone statue representing the bishop moved, but the weight of the basilisk made it move slowly.

It took it twice as long as the soldier to reach the position one space away from the soldier.

The basilisk hissed and spat, but had no intention of attacking.

Harry listened to its repetitive repetition, and was no longer nervous. He began to pay attention to the chess game silently, and thought about why this sentence was so familiar.

Hermione, on the other hand, kept chanting desperately. Halfway through, she suddenly got stuck and started reading again, as if she was recalling the text through muscle memory.

Ron did not hesitate and sent out the horse that was not carrying his brother and the knight on it.

"I don't see how Italy could start any better than me."

In front of the mirror, Nico mumbled to express his dissatisfaction.

"That's because you haven't had any contact with Muggles for a long time." Dumbledore pointed out gently and tactfully.

As White's knight crossed the wall of his own soldiers and stood behind the front soldiers and the bishop on the right, the pressure came to Ron again.

He hesitated, turning to look at Fred's knight; but finally looked at George's bishop, preparing to counter with a standard Hungarian defense.

Fred read his thoughts and shouted loudly:

"Listen, Ron. If you don't dare to move half of the chess pieces because the two of us are here, then you might as well hand over the command."

George hesitated for a moment and then echoed:

"Although the two of us haven't played chess for a while, no matter who it is, we will never miss the opportunity to let the castle carry you into the enemy's camp!"

Ron hesitated and didn't speak for a long time.

But Fred clearly found the trick:

"George, I don't think we need to wait for orders from Little Luoluo!"

He stood in the gap between the knight's stone helmet and shouted loudly:

"Forward, knight!"

So the knight lifted the reins, and the horse rose into the air, smoothly passed over the soldiers, and faced the white knight face to face.

Black's two knights stood quietly on the field, waiting for White's move.

"Two Horse Defense." Dumbledore clapped his hands excitedly and pulled Nico's sleeve like a child, "Look, Nico."

Nico lay down dissatisfied, grabbed a bunch of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, which was very inconsistent with his frail appearance.

"I think Roman is absolutely right. Every plan you make requires someone else's luck."

"It's never luck." Dumbledore responded softly, with something shiny in his eyes.

At the same time, the white knight began to charge in the direction of Fred, and the chessboard ground shook slightly with the vibration of the horse's hooves.

He stopped firmly in front of Fred, which was as far as he could go.

"Queen's former soldier, move forward two spaces!"

Ron urged hurriedly, watching the soldier who looked at death as he advanced diagonally in front of the bishop entangled with the basilisk, just in the attack range of him and the white soldiers.

"Knight, prepare to attack the Bishop!"

Ron's next command was issued without waiting for White's reaction.

The knight accepted the order and held the reins tightly in his hands.When the white soldier knocked the poor black stone soldier to the ground, he was already in a position to attack the bishop.

The black soldier lay like that and never stood up again.

Instead of arousing sympathy, this situation of one's own defeat caused a bit of relief on everyone's face.

Since both sides are in a game of chess, they are naturally equal.

One's own pieces cannot stand up after being knocked down, and the same goes for the enemy's pieces.

As long as you win this game, you are likely to pass the test.

At this moment, the bishop faced the attack and showed no reaction.

On the contrary, the basilisk seemed to feel that something was about to attack itself, and instantly entered an attack posture.

It's a pity that the chess pieces don't know what is hanging on them.

It remained unmoved and stepped forward to the left step by step, completing a general with little threat.

Ron easily sent out the black chess piece to block the general.

Not surprisingly, this step can replace the opponent's white pawn and force the bishop to retreat to his own formation.

But the basilisk felt the chilling atmosphere around it and the hostile chess pieces, and subconsciously twitched its tail.

The modified basilisk tail was stronger than the original one. In an instant, the white soldiers and black knights around it were all reduced to pieces.

They gathered together with difficulty, and it took a long time to recover into complete chess pieces.

"Nico, can't you just let him calm down?" Dumbledore said sadly.

"I can't make a real snake that is obedient, and I have no mood to make a fake snake that is only obedient." Nico said noncommittally, "But I won't let it hurt them. I hope they can discover the secret soon, Don’t make me have breakfast here.”

The basilisk's attack seemed to be a signal, and the fighting on the field instantly increased in intensity.

Stone chips flew around, and chess pieces fell one after another.

Obviously, with this kind of rudimentary intelligence, only three people can work together.

The three people present only need to ensure that their positions will not be attacked, and take care of the king who has not been moved, and then they can attack as much as they want.

However, due to the basilisk on the bishop, the chess game did not end quickly - Fred and George did not dare to step forward where he passed.

Ron's castle tried to move several times, but was interrupted by the sudden movement of his two brothers.

So he had to patiently direct, and it took him a long time to find an opportunity and prepare to take action.

But at this time, nearly half of the chess pieces on the field had already disappeared.

Even a bad chess player like Harry could tell who was favored on the field.

As long as Ron's castle is dispatched, the situation on the field will be one-sided, and black will win the battle with overwhelming force.

"Nice job, Ron!"

"No! Get out of there!" Roger suddenly shouted, because the bishop with the basilisk suddenly sank to the side of the representative king.

Limited by its attack range, it cannot touch any chess pieces, but the basilisk on its body can crush the king into countless pieces.

No one thought whether the King of Gamblers could recover after being beaten into pieces, so Ron gritted his teeth and shouted:

"The king's car changes position!"