bdsm-fiction Chapter 35 The Scarred Gentleman Assesses His Troops
Chapter 35 The Scarred Gentleman Assesses His Troops
Harry leaped down from the trapdoor, startling Ron and Hermione. Fearing for Harry's safety, they quickly followed suit.
The group fell for a few breaths, their hearts pounding in their throats, when suddenly, with a soft "plop," they were all stopped by something soft.
Ron's heart pounded. "That scared me to death! Thank goodness these plants stopped me."
"What's so good about it!" Hermione exclaimed, "It's a devil's web!"
You must know that this devil's net is a vicious, man-eating vine. If you get entangled, no matter how tough you are, you will be reduced to scrap metal and devoured.
The vines came from all directions, binding the group so tightly they couldn't break free. Hermione kept reciting Sprout's words, searching for a weakness in the Devil's Web, while Harry, unable to contain himself any longer, drew his sword and slashed.
"Let me have a look!"
This katana, tempered with dragon's blood, is truly of the highest yang and fiercest power. With a single slash, it severed the demonic net in two, the cut end scorching hot.
Harry slashed several more times, and the vines, in pain, knew a large worm was coming and quickly moved away.
With a soft thud, Harry fell from the vine.
Hermione saw the billowing white smoke and cried out, "Fire! I remember now, the Devil's Web is afraid of fire!"
She and Ron each held a wand, cast a fire spell, and fell like Harry.
The vine was only a meter off the ground. Ron landed and, after a moment of shock, exclaimed, "Phew, I almost thought we were going to be killed by a bunch of vines."
Harry was determined to kill Voldemort, but he remained silent, sheathed his knife, and led the two of them toward the stone corridor.
At the end of the path, there was a brightly lit house, with several winged keys flying around, and a few flying brooms lying in the corner.
"Are we supposed to go through a series of challenges?" Ron asked doubtfully. "Do we have to ride broomsticks to steal the keys?"
"No need for all that trouble." Hermione took out her wand and said to the lock, "Alohomora open."
This unlocking spell usually works every time, but this time, even after reciting it, the lock didn't budge.
"Oh, looks like we really need to go get the keys."
Both of them wanted to grab the key, but Harry, unconvinced, said, "Big sister and brother, hold on! My ring knife isn't bad either!"
He drew his knife and slashed at the lock, but with a clang, it bounced back.
Ron and Hermione were both surprised when they saw this.
Harry's knife can cut through steel, so what kind of spell is on this key?
Ron said, "Harry, let's go get the key."
"Damn it! I'm going to break down this damn gate today!"
With that, Harry slashed the wooden door with his sword.
The lock is protected by a thousand spells, but the door is not protected by a single one.
The cleaver was like a sharp axe chopping fat, like a razor blade cutting through cheese. With a few quick, sharp cuts, a hole appeared in the door panel. Without hesitation, Harry kicked the hole with all his might, shattering the wooden board and sending splinters flying, revealing a hole the size of a person.
"Elder sister and brothers, follow me." With that, Harry went into the cave.
Hermione and Ron stood there, brooms in hand, for a long while, stunned. Then Harry called out to them, and they snapped out of their daze and hurriedly followed him.
The three went to the next room, where they saw many stone chess pieces, each two or three people tall, arranged around the room. Looking down, they saw black and white squares under their feet, indicating that the room itself had been turned into a chessboard.
Harry took a few steps forward, and all eight white pawns turned to block him.
"I'm good at chess!" Ron exclaimed in surprise. "I'm not bragging—even second or third-year students can't beat me."
"Brother, your method is good, but it's a bit too slow. Why don't you do as I say?"
Harry drew his knife, grabbed his wand, and shouted, "Brother, listen to my command! You go to the right and keep making noise to distract those bastards!"
Although Ron was puzzled, seeing Harry's stern expression, he quickly replied, "Understood!"
"Elder sister, go to the left and lure away those bishops and knights!"
"Oh? Okay!"
"Elder sister and brothers, remember, survival comes first!" Harry stared intently at the White King with his fierce green eyes and said, "This crowned bird is mine!"
In his past life, this scarred man served as the infantry commander of Liangshan Marsh, and he was also the one who led the campaign against Fang La. He could subdue tigers in the forest with his fists and feet, and he could command 100,000 armored soldiers in his heart. Although he only leads two lieutenants this time, he still dares to kill these pawns seven times in and out.
He gave a single shout, and all three of them started running.
Ron cast a few firework spells, causing the chess pieces to all turn their heads. Hermione cast an explosion spell, and the bishop and knight rushed towards her.
At this moment, the game was in complete chaos, with the central gate wide open. Harry, sword in hand and staff in hand, charged forward, determined to strike at the heart of the enemy and slay the White King on the chessboard.
The chess pieces noticed Harry heading straight for the king and quickly abandoned Hermione and Ron, turning back to save him. Harry, like a hawk swooping down on a rabbit, leaped three feet to the king's side.
The White King raised his staff to strike, but Harry recited "Disarm You" and cast a disarming spell. The spell struck, and the White King's stone staff flew away on its own.
Seizing the opportunity, Harry tightened the muscles in his arm, spun around, and swung the ringsword, which flew and beheaded the White King.
The head fell to the ground, sending shards of stone flying, and the crown jingled as it fell. The chess pieces, witnessing their king's execution, were struck dumb, their pupils losing their light, and all was utterly silent.
Ron and Hermione were both panting, their clothes soaked with sweat, and their bodies trembling, but they both laughed.
"That was so exciting! I felt like my heart almost jumped out of my throat!"
Hermione looked over in surprise. "Harry, you even know tactics?"
Harry cupped his hands and said, "Elder sister, you flatter me. I was just casually flipping through half a volume of 'The Art of War'."
Poems as proof:
The three heroes broke through the enemy lines, each displaying their strength, while feigning attacks from the left and right to strike at the heart of the enemy's lair.
Comrades cheered in amazement at the brilliant plan; half a military strategy was used to conquer the chess world.
The three of them bypassed the chessboard and went straight ahead. They pushed open the door and were immediately hit by a foul stench.
Hermione frowned and covered her nose. "This stench smells so familiar... wait, it's a troll!"
The three of them looked down and saw a giant monster lying stiffly on the ground with a fist-sized bump on its forehead.
"This must have been done by the mysterious person!" Ron exclaimed urgently. "Let's go!"
"Wait!" Harry cried, drawing his knife again and thrusting it towards the giant's heart.
Ron and Hermione were stunned. "Harry? It's already passed out?"
"If this fellow wakes up, he'll inevitably have to fight us."
Ron thought for a moment and said, "You've thought it through, Harry."
The group continued forward to the next room. They pushed open the door and saw several bottles of medicine on a table.
Hermione stepped forward, picked up a piece of parchment from the table, and saw that it contained many riddles.
She was quick-witted and said proudly, "It seems we'll have to choose the right antidote from these potions. Leave that to me."
After reading the parchment carefully for a moment, Hermione's face suddenly turned pale, and she cried out.
The three heroes stormed the gate, determined to slay the devil. Ron was a daredevil, Harry a master of martial arts, and Hermione a brilliant strategist. Turning over the parchment, their faces paled instantly, their souls nearly leaving their chests. What was written on this parchment? We'll find out in the next chapter.