The Power Beyond the Board

"Thank you, you've been a great help."

Ron said with a sigh of relief, and Harry and Hermione also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

In this potentially life-or-death game, what they need most is a sense of security, and this curse happens to provide them with some protection.

"Okay, I'm going to start now."

"Wait!" Aaron hesitated for a moment, then took out the Felix Felicis. "Even if I'm unlucky this time, if everyone takes a sip, there shouldn't be any left."

"What is this?" Harry asked.

"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before," Hermione said thoughtfully. "Isn't this the drink you had when you were dueling the Black Man in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Felix Felicis, just one sip can improve a person's luck."

That Iron Armor Charm can protect you from being killed in one hit, and this Potions might at most cause you minor injuries.

"I wasn't planning on taking it out, but we all came together, and I can't just watch you all get hurt," Aaron said righteously, then tossed the bottle to Hermione. "I only have one request: please, please, please don't..."

"Don't worry." Ron patted his chest, interrupting him confidently, "With the Iron Armor Charm and Felix Felicis, we'll be fine."

"Nonsense, that's not what I wanted to say."

"Whatever you do, don't touch your lips. I took a sip before tonight's operation, and I'm a bit of a germaphobe."

Ron:...

The three looked at each other, then nodded.

Hermione tilted her head back, poured a small amount of Felix Felicis into her mouth, and then handed the bottle to Harry.

After Harry did as instructed, it was Ron.

He drank the last of the Potions in one gulp, then threw the bottle boldly onto the floor in the corner, the sound of shattering glass immediately ringing out.

"Start the war!"

The rules of Wizard's Chess are that White moves first. After the 'start battle' signal is given, a white pawn automatically moves forward two squares.

Ron pointed to a black pawn on the edge and tentatively said, "Black moves to D5."

As soon as it stopped, the white soldier in front drew his sword and slashed down without hesitation.

The black pawn was instantly shattered, and stones flew across the chessboard, startling the three players.

"Tsk! I already told you this is the real Wizard's Chess, why did you have to do this probing?" Aaron shook his head speechlessly. "Now look what happened, the opponent captured one of our pawns."

The already unfavorable game became even more dire.

"Ron," Harry couldn't help but warn, "If we keep playing like this, even with the best of luck, we'll all die."

"Don't worry, I'm confident."

Even without a pawn, I can still win this game.

However, as the game progressed, his confidence waned.

Although Ron managed to turn the advantage around for Black with his human intelligence, White's Reality Stone too cruel. He also had to find a way to ensure that Harry and Hermione, the two living pieces, were not harmed in the slightest. Every move he made was under tremendous pressure.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of the stone statue shattering was incessant. The number of black and white pieces on the chessboard kept decreasing until less than half remained. The broken stones almost covered half of the room.

At this moment, the only pieces on the board that can influence the outcome are the White King, White King, and three living Black pieces: Harry, Hermione, Ron.

With three against two, the situation is quite clear.

As long as the White Queen, whose main objective is to capture pieces, is held back, any Black piece can checkmate the White King.

However, this is Wizard's Chess, and they need to decide who will face the White Queen's statue.

"Wait a minute," Harry suddenly said.

"Looks like you understand, Harry." Ron pursed his lips. "I have to be eaten."

"No way!" ×2.

"This is like playing chess; there are always sacrifices to be made."

Do you still want to stop the You-Know-Who from getting the Philosopher's Stone?

"No, there's always another way," Hermione said.

"But if we wait any longer, the Philosopher's Stone will be taken away." Ron's face was pale, and he forced a smile. "I'll be fine. Don't forget, I have a protective spell on me, and I also drank Felix Felicis."

"But look at these broken chess pieces, is there a single one that is intact?"

"You can't risk your life!" Hermione said anxiously. "That's right, Aaron, Aaron must have a way."

She turned her head anxiously and looked carefully for a while before spotting Aaron dozing in the corner. Her lips twitched involuntarily.

"Aaron, wake up, don't sleep."

"Huh? Finished downloading?" Aaron opened his eyes and stood up from the hard floor.

Wow! This scene is truly horrific.

Although I'm not interested in this stuff, Black clearly won.

"We need to send one of us away to distract Bai." Harry's face darkened. "That means...that means..."

"It means one of you will have to experience the treatment of these captured pieces." Aaron looked at the rubble all over the ground and sighed, "Luckily I'm not on the chessboard. Being a piece is truly tragic."

"Is this the time to discuss this?" Ron said, on the verge of tears.

Why are your legs shaking so badly?

No, it's not just your legs, am I seeing things? Your whole body is shaking.

"He intends to sacrifice himself so that we can kill the White King," Harry said in a deep voice.

Aaron paused for a moment, then looked at the trembling Weasley and gave him a thumbs up.

"A remarkable, wise decision, the right choice."

As expected of Gryffindor, your courage truly impresses me!

"I'm sure the Weasley family will be proud of you from now on. Go!"

The three people:...

Is this how a human speaks?

Is this gloating tone genuine?

"Wait, wait, you mean you really want Ron to sacrifice himself?" Hermione asked incredulously. "We're just going to watch helplessly?"

"What if it were you and Harry?" Aaron countered. "Ron was at least on a stone statue. With the Iron Armor Charm and Felix Felicis, he would definitely suffer multiple injuries."

But what about you? You have nothing.

If you were to distract Bai, you would only be able to rely on your own flesh and blood to block its Longsword, and you would lose your lives.

In short, Ron is the best choice.

"Don't you have any other options?" Hermione asked.

Aaron raised an eyebrow and gave her a playful look.

"There is a way, but even if I use my method, Ron will still have to act as a pawn."

However, compared to being attacked by White Queen, the danger is slightly less.

"That's it," Ron said immediately, then looked at Harry, "After you win, go to the next level right away, don't linger here."

Ron controlled the horse statue and slowly moved it to the White King.

"General!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the White Queen slowly turned around, her face devoid of features, and looked at Ron. Then she gestured for him to move.

Harry and Hermione watched this scene with trepidation, their hearts racing and their breathing becoming more rapid.

Ron was trembling all over on horseback, but his hands were still gripping the reins on the statue tightly.

After approaching, Bai Hou gripped her Longsword tightly and thrust it straight into the horse's belly.

"Ah!" Ron exclaimed in alarm.

"Ron!" Harry cried out in grief and indignation.

Just then, a white beam of light shot out from the side, sending Ron flying into the wall.

The shouts of "Harry" abruptly stopped, and after a long pause, they saw the Accio towards them.

Aaron pretended not to care, put away his Wand, and looked at the two dumbfounded people. "Am I handsome?"

Harry and Hermione were momentarily stunned and could only nod in unison.

"Is this your solution?" Hermione asked.

That's right.

Only the player who plays the game can control the pieces; the power of the player outside the board can influence the situation at any time.

"This is a famous saying from one of my ancestors, and it makes a lot of sense," Aaron explained. "White's goal is simply to destroy pieces; in other words, White Queen's only objective is the statue of Ron riding a horse."

As long as you leave in time and get off the chessboard, there will be no danger.

"Is Ron going to get hurt?" Harry looked at the figure crouching under the wall and was filled with worry.

"I don't think so!"

"Should?"

The two said in unison, clearly dissatisfied with those two words.

"Of course, I need to make sure he's outside the chessboard, and I've applied a little too much force with the spell."

However, I gave him armor and luck, so he should be fine.

Harry gave a bitter smile, "You're being too..."

"What? You're not convinced?" Aaron said with amusement. "At least compared to that chess piece, his fate is much better, isn't it?"

Harry was speechless as he watched the white queen shatter the chess pieces on the board.

"Perhaps you are wrong, but you should have said so beforehand."

"You didn't ask either?"

"Besides, I need to time the spellcasting perfectly; saying it beforehand will guarantee such a good effect."

"Um..."

Suddenly, Ron's groaning voice rang out from at the foot of the wall, "Harry!"

"Ron, are you kidding me?!"

"No, it's just that my back hurts a bit."

I think I twisted my ankle, but it's nothing serious.

"That's good. Wait a moment, I'll be right there." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and then went to the White King.