[HP] Noble

Now not only Draco, but everyone feels fear—yes, this huge wizard chess set is here, of course it’s not for good looks, it’s here just because it’s like everything before it , it's a level - they have to pass it if they want to move on to the next room.

"What do we do now," he heard Harry Potter whisper behind them as Scorpius steadied Draco on his feet.

"It's obvious, isn't it? We have to defeat the white pieces together with them, gain respect, and let them make way for us."

Unbelievable, it was Ron Weasley who said these words. He came to the edge of the chessboard, stood beside the knight who had recovered to its original shape, and stretched out his hand to touch the heads of the black horses under him. ——Almost immediately, the horse came alive, as if to prove that what was released just now was not their illusion. The black knight on it also turned his head, looking at Ron from behind the helmet on his face.

"Is that so?" Ron asked.

The black knight didn't make any answer, but in the eyes of everyone present, that was almost the default sign...then the red-haired Gryffindor shrugged and looked back at the group of friends standing behind him: "According to me It seems that we have to be a part of them... I mean, we are the pawns."

—Have you ever seen a chess nod?If you haven't seen it, well, fortunately, you have now.

Before Ron said these words, the Black Knight, who hadn't moved before, nodded his head with difficulty. The range was small, but it was enough for everyone present to see his movements clearly—— This is really too weird, its hard texture is destined to make the nodding action like a horror movie scene.

"——Since you know the customs clearance rules, why don't you move?"

When anyone was expressing their opinions or waking up from the shock, Draco suddenly made a sound. He grabbed Scorpius and pushed Ron away with his shoulders without any warning. Under the circumstances, the senior Slytherin was directly stuffed into the grid where the "King" pawn stood - the pawn turned its head, looked at Scorpius, took off its own crown and put it on On his head, he stepped out of the chessboard with stiff steps.

Scorpius: "..."

Scorpius looked at Draco speechlessly.

The latter seemed to take it for granted, but the corners of his lips curled up lazily.

Draco: "Stand here and don't move, Your Majesty."

The king, cannot be sent to eat, and in non-special circumstances, the king is the only piece that can go to any adjacent square that is not attacked by the opponent's piece-in other words, if there is anything on this level If a person has to sacrifice, then it will definitely not be the one who replaces the "king" pawn.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Harry widened his eyes, looked at the bewildered black-haired Slytherin and the platinum nobleman standing beside him, and said angrily, "How can you decide on your own? Which pawn do you want to replace? We haven't even had an opinion yet - it's not fair!"

Draco raised his eyebrows, and he didn't seem to show the slightest embarrassment at giving the best VIP position to his companion: "What's so unfair?"

"Everyone knows 'King' is the safest position," Harry said angrily. "At least we should show our hands and vote for it, or draw lots!"

"How old are you, Potter?" Draco asked sincerely, "Isn't this kind of thing preemptive?"

"Damn it, strike first!"

"Oh, since you're so angry, let's vote—by all the wizards present," Prince Slytherin dragged out his voice, and after sweeping his lazy eyes over the faces of all present, he paused. Laughton said, "The voting is over and the votes are unanimous. Gretel has won this position. Congratulations."

Scorpius: "..."

"What?" Hermione was taken aback, "We haven't started yet!"

"Have you noticed that only wizards have the right to vote," Draco raised the corners of his lips and snorted contemptuously, "As for some 'mudbloods'—'red moles'— And 'Scarhead' - of course it doesn't count."

Hermione closed her mouth sternly, her dark brown pupils condemned the complacent platinum nobleman for a moment, and at this moment, these godlike remarks completely angered Gran The savior of Fendor, at this moment, he looks like he is going to pounce on Draco at any moment——

"You're a bandit, Malfoy!"

Harry yelled angrily, and after finishing speaking, he didn't forget to tug the red-haired Gryffindor who was standing next to him - at this moment, he was in no mood to wonder why Ron, who was so fond of confronting Malfoy at such a time, This time it was rare to keep silent. At this moment, Harry was busy staring at the triumphant platinum head not far away, so he pulled Ron almost without looking back: "Dude, say something !"

Ron: "...uh..."

The Gryffindor savior who didn't get strong support almost raised his eyebrows to the top of his head, he widened his green eyes, turned his head to look at his companion, and unexpectedly, saw his face flushed peacefully The little friend with red hair, Harry gasped, and then, as if he finally remembered something, followed Ron's gaze to look at the chessboard——

Then he saw the fifth-year Slytherin standing in the king's place with "sorry" written all over his face.

Harry got it all.

Although at this moment he was already half-pissed off by Ron, he glared at him fiercely and said reproachfully, "Sometimes I think you're stupid and you have to pick the right time and place, Ron!"

"Well, of course, Harry, yes, I think..." the redhead Gryffindor's redness receded a little bit, "except that there's nothing wrong with thinking 'strike first' (Harry sent out Annoyed growl), "Ron paused quickly, he didn't even seem to be able to speak, so he had to look at the platinum nobleman not far away, "But I have to say, if I were a mole, I think You look like a skunk, Malfoy."

His Royal Highness the Prince of Slytherin, described as "a skunk," gave him a tolerant triumphant smile.

The Gryffindor savior, who had never seen a more pallid response, rolled his eyes violently.

Hermione also looked at the convulsed Ron in disbelief, looking completely puzzled as to what was wrong with him.

At this time, Ron had stepped onto the chessboard in a trance, and he stood directly beside the horse he had touched before. After staring at the black knight who couldn't see any facial features for a while, the knight He dismounted from his horse and handed his weapon to Ron—the red-haired Gryffindor climbed onto the horse's back clumsily, holding the heavy sword in his hand, and at the same time, the The black knight who transferred his weapon also turned and left the chessboard just like the previous king.

Ron took a deep breath, sat on the horse, scanned all the people around, and then said nervously: "Harry, Hermione, I have to say, in terms of wizard chess, I'm afraid You have none better than I—"

"If what you mean by 'person' is what I understand," the platinum nobleman standing next to Scorpius, who was trying to put the rather large crown on his head, interrupted him without looking back, " I'm afraid you are not."

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy!" Harry finally looked like he couldn't bear it any longer, "Just listen to Ron this time!"

The red-haired Gryffindor gave his pal a quick, strained smile.

Draco shrugged.

Ron, who received support, finally became the protagonist this time. When he raised his head and looked at the people around him, he seemed to be more energetic: "As you can see, I am the black knight, Harry. , you go to the bishop's place—"

"I'm going to be queen," Draco interrupted lazily.

"No way, Malfoy, you will never take advantage of all the advantages!" The red-haired Gryffindor sitting on the horse made his little friends stare at the platinum nobleman very reassuringly, "You It's the 'castle', stand where the chariot is - Hermione, you stand where the queen is."

When Draco reluctantly moved to the grid of the "chariot" closest to him and stood up, Hermione also took the crown from the Black Queen, so that there were enough to stand on the edge of the chessboard. There were five retreating black chess pieces, they stood quietly on the edge of the chessboard, because there were no facial features, the people standing on the chessboard didn't even know if they were also watching this strange wizard chess match.

"According to the rules, white moves first." Ron's chest heaved and he let out a puff of turbid air in his chest.

As soon as the words fell, as if to verify that what he said was correct, a "Guardian" moved two squares forward from the white chess standing opposite them - this is the "Guardian" Under normal circumstances, they can only advance one square in a straight line, but if they are taking the first step, they can choose to move one square or two squares.

The method of capturing pieces by soldiers is different from the direction of chess. It is going straight and eating obliquely, that is, if there is an opponent's piece in one grid of the soldier's oblique entry, he can capture it and occupy the grid.

After white moves, it's black's turn.

Heiqi listened to Ron's orders, whenever he asked where the chess pieces in a certain position should go, even if the chess pieces were not real wizards like Harry and the others, they seemed to understand human speech, and moved forward to Ron. The grid requested by En - but when Ron needed to use the "real" and "living" pieces, it became extremely troublesome.

... Generally speaking, it is mainly because some "chess pieces" have quite rebellious and independent personalities.

such as--

Ron: "Malfoy, horizontal, right, five squares."

Draco: "I'm not going."

Everyone: "..."