Karl raised his hand and picked up his Queen, placing it in front of the opponent's piece.
Then he pushed all of the opponent's pieces off the board, declaring his victory.
Dumbledore: (A)
"What are you doing?"
Karl explained as a matter of course, "This is a Wizard Queen. I just used Apparition and Fiendfyre. Is it strange to win?"
Dumbledore rubbed his forehead. "There's no Wizard Queen. Let's play normally. You still go first."
"Alright."
This time, Karl reached across the board, picked up the opponent's Queen, and then—directly eliminated the King next to it.
"Why is this again?"
Meeting Dumbledore's disbelieving gaze, Karl smirked, "Didn't expect it, did you! Your Queen is actually my undercover agent! Everything is under my control!"
Dumbledore: — —
It was just that the Wizard Chess pieces he casually transfigured had no consciousness, otherwise they would have started swearing long ago.
No Wizard Queen, so you bring an undercover Queen, right? Farting from your belly button—what were you thinking?
"Karl."
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to wear a safety helmet?"
Karl: (A°)
Looking at Dumbledore, who was about to transform into Gandalf, he felt that this chess game could no longer continue.
Albus can't handle it!
He had originally planned to show him the Hand of God! It seems he can only do it later.
Just as Karl and Dumbledore were having a friendly exchange, the three little ones who were clearing the challenge also succeeded.
Ron sacrificed himself, creating an opportunity for Harry to checkmate the King.
"That was a courageous decision!"
Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction. Such courage was Gryffindor's most precious treasure.
"Yes, although Ron has many flaws, his strengths cannot be overlooked."
After Karl sighed, he changed the subject. "Unlike me, my only flaw is having too many strengths, Albus, don't you agree?"
Dumbledore said nothing, stood up, and walked away.
"Hey? Leaving already? Say something!"
Since Quirrell's Troll was beaten to near death by himself, it didn't cause any difficulty for Harry and Hermione.
The only harm was the nauseating stench, which not only made them tear up, but also affected Karl and Dumbledore, who followed them in.
"Damn Quirrell! It's either garlic smell or Troll stench!"
Karl unhesitatingly summoned flames. Anyway, it wasn't a confined space, so there was no fear of oxygen depletion.
The raging Fiendfyre rolled freely in the room, quickly incinerating the Troll on the ground into ashes. The scorching high temperature finally made the air bearable.
"Although it's a bit hot, I agree with your method. It was truly too stinky."
Dumbledore released his hand from covering his nose and mouth, feeling like he was about to vomit the cockroach skewers. It was truly dangerous.
"How much longer do we have to wait?"
Karl extinguished the flames, condensing them into two fireballs that he held in his hands.
"Hermione is a smart child. Severus's riddle won't stump her for too long."
Dumbledore gazed in the direction of the Philosopher's Stone, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"Professor Dumbledore? Karl? How are you here?"
After drinking the potion, Hermione bid farewell to Harry and passed through the purple flames, returning to the room where the Troll was.
She was just about to leave and go to the Owlery to have Hedwig send a letter to Dumbledore for help, but unexpectedly, he appeared before her.
Oh! And Ron! He was floating behind!
"Quick, quick, quick! Professor! Harry is in danger! Snape is going to steal the Philosopher's Stone!"
Dumbledore smiled, reassuring the anxiously screaming Hermione. "Don't worry, child, Harry will be fine, because—"
"Severus Snape will protect him with his life!"
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