Liu Qi Plays Chess

There was actually an easier way: gouge out all their eyes. But Tom, in his calm state, knew that doing so would only offend Albus Dumbledore.

His task was simply to defeat Three-headed Dog, not kill it. The optimal method was to knock out Cerberus one head at a time without Fluffy injuring him.

After the left side of his head went dizzy, Tom jumped onto the right side.

He found that these two heads were a bit slower than the one in the middle; they always picked on the weakest one.

Having experienced the first one, and perhaps having endured too much pain, the second one actually fainted even faster than the first.

In the end, only the middle head remained.

"Waaah! Waaah!" Before Fluffy could even make a move, Tom whimpered and pressed his head to the ground.

The meaning is clear: you hit both of them, so you can't hit me anymore.

At the same time, the third palace in Tom's mind shone brightly, Fluffy gave in, thus completing the trial.

The mission rewards were also distributed, and in his Transcendental State, Tom could clearly feel that his skin had gained an extra layer of resilience.

There was also a thin layer of magic flowing around him, constantly helping him resist external attacks, while his bone density increased and his physical fitness improved.

Could it be that I really have to become a super soldier in the future? This thought flashed through my mind, but was quickly suppressed by absolute rationality.

Instead of using magic, why not fight with fists? Only a fool would do that.

Tom clapped his hands and said to Fluffy, "You stay here and keep watch. I'm going out to rescue someone. Don't let anyone in, understand?"

Completely subdued, Fluffy nodded repeatedly, shifting his large rear end to reveal the hidden Trapdoor.

Tom jumped directly off the Trapdoor, using a slowing spell as he fell, landing as lightly as a feather on something soft.

As soon as he landed, the plant coiled its tendrils like snakes, wrapping around Tom's ankles and tightening its grip.

"Incendio."

The intense firelight illuminated the entire house, revealing the plants on the ground.

It was the Devil's Snare, the Devil's Snare that feared light and heat the most. When it was roasted by the fire, the vines twisted and loosened, shrinking into a ball in the corner.

Within the enclosed space, only one stone corridor leads into the darkness; this is the only way.

Tom went in, not to save Harry, but to get the Philosopher's Stone.

Nicolas Flamel is still alive, but who can guarantee he can make another Philosopher's Stone?

After the potion took effect on Astoria, Tom understood what Astoria lacked: she lacked vitality, which was exactly what the Philosopher's Stone could provide.

He knew that Albus Dumbledore have already returned and was now watching Harry, expecting Harry to complete the trial he had given him.

But that doesn't stop Tom from stirring things up now. By getting the Philosopher's Stone, he'll have the leverage to negotiate and use it as a pretext to meet Nicolas Flamel.

In truth, neither of them cared about the stone anymore; as long as it didn't fall into Voldemort's hands, they didn't care who took the Philosopher's Stone.

This is a judgment Tom made after calmly analyzing the situation in his Transcendental State.

After moving to the next room, the Transcendental State disappeared, and Tom returned to normal.

No, he's not normal right now either. The berserk potion can enhance strength and explosive power, but it greatly affects his emotions.

Tom finds everything incredibly annoying, especially this level. Professor Flitwick's level features countless tiny, Winky birds that flutter their wings Accio around the room, making Tom's head spin.

The ball of light leaped overhead, and a thick beam of magic swept across the entire room from left to right and from top to bottom.

The noisy vibrations and birdsong disappeared, along with the Flying Broomstick that had been sitting in the corner, and... the wall itself.

The two rooms were completely connected, and without the light from the flashing birds, the entire space became dark.

When Tom arrived at the area that was originally the third room, the room was brightly lit.

On the ground is a huge chessboard. Tom is facing a white chess piece, and next to him are black chess pieces.

In the corner of the chessboard, there was a figure lying unconscious—it was Ron.

Tom's side is missing a chess piece; it seems the room is set up according to the number of players.

He remembered that there should have been three missing pieces, corresponding to the three people who had broken in. Since Hermione wasn't there, Ron and the others should be missing two.

But Tom had no interest in playing chess at that moment.

"Do you know how Liu Qi Great Chess Master of the Han Dynasty, played chess? It shook the earth!" Tom grinned wickedly.

The floorboards in the room were torn apart, and the entire chessboard was flipped over.

The chess piece had just been awakened by the challenger and hadn't even moved when it was immediately smashed to Reducto by the chessboard.

If Professor McGonagall saw this, she would be heartbroken. How rude, so incredibly rude!

This was her meticulously arranged Transfiguration chessboard, the pinnacle of her Transfiguration, and it was brutally destroyed by a single curse?

Tom, fearing the pieces would jump out and interfere again, rolled and crushed the ruins until all the pieces were reduced to dust before continuing his speedrun.

Upon entering the next room, a Troll lay on the floor with a bloody lump on its head, and the door to the next room was also open.

As Tom entered, purple and black flames erupted from his front and back, respectively, blocking him in the middle.

"Finite Incantatem!"

Golden light spread across the earth, instantly covering two walls of flame. The flames gradually died down, Tom stepped into the last room.

The sounds of struggling and screaming rang out, "Master, I can't hold him! My hands! Let go of me, Potter!"

When Tom came in, Harry was wrestling with Quirrell.

Quirrell had disgusting blisters on his face and hands, and Harry wasn't much better off; his head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to split open.

"Tom Riddle?"

Quirrell's turban had been ripped off, revealing Voldemort's flat, ugly face. The pained Voldemort saw Tom emerge from the stone corridor.

Hearing Voldemort's roar, Harry instinctively glanced at Tom at the doorway.

In that brief moment of distraction, Quirrell broke free from Harry's control, drew his wand, and cast a deadly spell on Harry.

"Harry's Accio!"

Before the spell could hit, Tom reacted quickly, casting Levitation Charm, and Harry's body flew uncontrollably to Tom's side.

The spell, having lost its target, fell to the ground, creating a large crater.

Harry, who was in a life-or-death situation with a surge of adrenaline, was able to stay conscious. Now, having briefly escaped danger, he has passed out.

"Tom Riddle!" Quirrell roared at him.

"Shut up, you idiot! Let me handle this! I'll talk to him!" Voldemort's voice came from behind Quirrell.