Rules Are Meant to Be Broken

Wizet recalled, "The Parkinson Family attacked me before I enrolled, but I was saved thanks to Professor McGonagall's timely arrival."

"And at Hogwarts, Slytherin wasn't very friendly to me either, so I... really don't have a good impression of them."

"The Parkinson Family, huh... Heh..." Voldemort chuckled coldly. "Go to the next room! I'll give you an 'O' for this one; you did an excellent job!"

Wizet nodded, "Hmm..."

Is this how you treat a professor?

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor..."

"You deserve it."

Behind this door is a huge chessboard, and the size of the chess pieces may have been based on Hagrid's size, with both black and white pieces being quite large.

The chess pieces are not only tall but also very imposing, all clad in armor or robes and holding weapons, making them look incredibly lifelike.

Voldemort spoke up, "Wizard's Chess, that should be Ravenclaw's forte... Perhaps you don't have any weaknesses? How do you plan to win?"

"Wizard's Chess happens to be my weak point," Wizet said with a light cough. "Although I know the rules, I never play it."

Voldemort asked, somewhat surprised, "Oh? You never play?"

Wizet. "Studying already takes up too much of my time... If my roommates want to play Wizard's Chess, I'll be the referee."

"Ha!" Voldemort sneered. "Ravenclaw! But I'd love to see you get your comeuppance."

Wizet asked expertly, "If you were a professor, how would you get through here?"

"Use Obscurus on the chessboard!" Voldemort's tone was laced with malice. "Destroy the entire chessboard!"

"All right..."

Wizet strode forward until the white pieces revealed their weapons to him, at which point he stopped.

"My students, you can't just force your way in!" Voldemort laughed. "I can teach you on the spot; there are a few Dark Magic that are perfect for this place."

Wizet remained noncommittal, gazing at the enormous chessboard as he pondered his next move...

The rules of Wizard's Chess are similar to those of chess, but the biggest difference is the pieces themselves, which move according to the commands of the player.

The so-called "eating" of the opponent's piece is represented by "destruction" in Wizard's Chess. One side's piece will destroy the opponent's piece and then drag it off the board.

"Are rules really that important to wizards?" Wizet muttered to himself.

He sensed a certain inspiration, but he was still a little short of grasping it.

"Professor Fu... you just said... destroy the entire chessboard?"

Voldemort was quite intrigued. "Want to try it? Aggressive Dark Magic?"

"Destruction...that's a good idea." Wizet suddenly had an idea and walked back to the opposite piece, seemingly observing something.

He observed for a while before returning to the rear to take the position of the Black King and command the pieces to begin the game.

The rules of Wizard's Chess are similar to those of chess, with White moving first.

After a chaotic series of moves by Wizet, White completely overwhelmed Black, and he readily surrendered.

Voldemort, on the other hand, was quite pleased and said cheerfully, "How unexpected... My student, are you perhaps about to acquire a Troll?"

Wizet remained calm, taking out her notebook to record, "The pieces are very flexible... have strong attack power... and react very quickly. They will respond immediately as soon as I give them a command!"

He drew a five-pointed star at the end of the last message as a highlight.

"It seems you don't intend to solve this problem in the conventional way?" Voldemort asked with interest.

"Did you know that Slytherin has a famous saying, 'Contempt for the law is Slytherin's instinct'?"

"Is that so?" Wizet replied, taking a piece of parchment from her backpack, crumpling it into a ball, and practicing her Transfiguration on it.

Voldemort looked at the objects that Wizet had transformed into, then looked Wizet up and down again, a hint of amazement in his eyes.

He already understood what Wizet wanted to do.

After a while, Wizet exhaled, stuffed the crumpled paper back into his backpack, and said loudly, "That should be enough! We can begin!"

This time, instead of replacing the Black King, he chose to become a pawn.

After the white pieces on the opposite side made their move, Wizet, standing in the center of the board, pointed directly at the White King on the opposite side and exclaimed, "Transfiguration Mastery!"

The White King's color gradually deepened, transforming into the shape of the Black King.

Wizet immediately turned around and cast her Transfiguration again, "Transfiguration Mastery!"

The Black King also undergoes a change, its dark black color transforming into pure white...

Become a White King has penetrated deep into the enemy's territory.

"Phew... it's my turn now!" Wizet let out a long breath. "Checkmate!"

Boom!

Suddenly, all of Black's pieces began to rotate, revealing their weapons to the rear. The Black Queen raised her scepter and swung it fiercely at the White King.

Debris flew everywhere, and the once-complete White King was reduced to half its body as the Black Queen dragged it off the board.

Then came a long silence, until the white pieces on the opposite side started to move rapidly, retreating to the sides of the board and making way for Wizet and his team.

"Excellent! Excellent!" Voldemort's tone was much more enthusiastic. "Another 'O', my student!"

Wizet let out a sigh of relief. "Rules are indeed meant to be broken!"

"I can give you a hint for the next level, Wizet." Voldemort was in a good mood. "The next level is Quirinus's doing, an even more powerful Mountain Giant."

"It should be easy to deal with, right? Whether it's the Obscurus or the Affliction Curse, it can be easily dealt with... Of course, if you're willing to come with me, I can also do some exercises..."

"I have a better idea!" Wizet smiled slightly, holding up the withered Devil's Snare in her hand. "That's why I've been carrying it with me. It seems it's always good to be safe just in case!"

As soon as Wizet opened the iron gate, a stench hit him, and he could hear snores.

"The pitch-black environment is indeed perfect for sleeping... and also perfect for the Devil's Snare to feast on!"

He rolled the oil paper into a ball the size of Quaffle, quickly threw it into the dark room, and then closed the iron door again.

The battle between the Devil's Snare and the Mountain Giant has begun.

Even just by the tremors of the ground, the sound of bricks collapsing, and the roars of the Troll, one could guess how intense the battle was.

Finally, accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding bone-crushing sounds, the ground stopped trembling and returned to calm.

"Lumos Solem!"

Wizet followed the same method, illuminating the entire room before entering the room where the Troll was.

Bathed in the light, the dust swirling from the collapsed wall danced wildly like mosquitoes, a dense and alarming sight...