As we all took a breath as we all ran out of the key room as fast as we could as they were all like a hoard of angry bees. "You did a good job Eileen" Said harry as he patted my back and he said something else . "That is why I think you are better then I am at Quiddage". "Harry i just try, and practice alot, thats what you might need to do" I said as i looked at his green eyes.

"guys you two can catch up latter, we need to go before professor Quirrell gets the stone" said Ron as he looked at us we nodded. we  all walked towrds the door and put his hand on the handle. "Ready?" Harry asked the other two, his hand on the door handle. They nodded. He pulled the door open.

　　The next chamber was so dark they couldn't see anything at all. But as they stepped into it, light suddenly flooded the room to reveal an astonishing sight.　　They were standing on the edge of a huge chessboard, behind the black chessmen, which were all taller than they were and carved from what looked like black stone. Facing them, way across the chamber, were the white pieces. Me, Harry, Ron and Hermione shivered slightly -- the towering white chessmen had no faces.　　"Now what do we do?" I  whispered.　

　"It's obvious, isn't it?" said Ron. "We've got to play our way across the room."Behind the white pieces they could see another door.　　

"How?" said Hermione nervously. "I think," said Ron, "we're going to have to be chessmen." He walked up to a black knight and put his hand out to touch the knight's horse. At once, the stone sprang to life. The horse pawed the ground and the knight turned his helmeted head to look down at Ron an Harry.　

　"Do we -- er -- have to join you to get across?" asked harry as The black knight nodded.

Ron turned to the other two. "This needs thinking about he said. I suppose we've got to take the place of three of the black pieces...."

　Harry and Hermione stayed quiet, watching Ron think. Finally he said, "Now, don't be offended or anything, but neither of you three are that good at chess --" said Ron as he looked at all of us. "We're not offended," said Harry quickly. "Just tell us what to do."　

　"Well, Harry, you take the place of that bishop, and Hermione, YOU 90 next to him instead of that castle."
"What about you and eileen?"　
　"I'm going to be a knight an Eileen can sit out," said Ron.　"I'm fine with that" I said as I walked off the end of the board to watch.

　The chessmen seemed to have been listening, because at these words a knight, a bishop, and a castle turned their backs on the white pieces and walked off the board, leaving three empty squares that Harry, Ron, and Hermione took.　

"White always plays first in chess," said Ron, peering across the board. "Yes... look..."　A white pawn had moved forward two squares. Ron started to direct the black pieces. They moved silently wherever he sent them. Harry's knees were trembling. What if they lost?　

　"Harry -- move diagonally four squares to the right."　　Their first real shock came when their other knight was taken. The white queen smashed him to the floor and dragged him off the board, where he lay quite still, facedown.　

"Had to let that happen," said Ron, looking shaken. "Leaves you free to take that bishop, Hermione, go on."　　Every time one of their men was lost, the white pieces showed no mercy. Soon there was a huddle of limp black players slumped along the wall. Twice, Ron only just noticed in time that Me,Harry and Hermione were in danger. He himself darted around the board, taking almost as many white pieces as they had lost black ones.　　"We're nearly there," he muttered suddenly. "Let me think let me think..."　The white queen turned her blank face toward him.　　"Yes..." said Ron softly, "It's the only way... I've got to be taken."
"NO" Me, Harry and Hermione shouted.　　

"That's chess!" snapped Ron. "You've got to make some sacrifices! I take one step forward and she'll take me -- that leaves you free to checkmate the king, Harry!"　　"But --"　　"Do you want to stop quirrell or not?"　　"Ron --"　　"Look, if you don't hurry up, he'll already have the Stone!"　　There was no alternative.　　"Ready?" Ron called, his face pale but determined. "Here I go - now, don't hang around once you've won."

He stepped forward, and the white queen pounced. She struck Ron hard across the head with her stone arm, and he crashed to the floor - Hermione screamed but stayed on her square - the white queen dragged Ron to one side. He looked as if he'd been knocked out.

　　Shaking, Harry moved three spaces to the left.　The white king took off his crown and threw it at Harry's feet. They had won. The chessmen parted and bowed, leaving the door ahead clear. With one last desperate look back at Ron, Harry and Hermione charged through the door and up the next passageway. "He'll be all right," said Harry, trying to convince himself. "What do you reckon's next?"　　

"We've had Sprout's, that was the Devil's Snare; Flitwick must've put charms on the keys; McGonagall transfigured the chessmen to make them alive; that leaves Quirrell's spell, and Dad's."　They had reached another door.　

　"All right?" Harry whispered.　"Go on." I pushed it open.　
A disgusting smell filled their nostrils, making both of them pull their robes up over their noses. Eyes watering, they saw, flat on the floor in front of them, a troll even larger than the one they had tackled, out cold with a bloody lump on its head.　　

"I'm glad we didn't have to fight that one," Harry whispered as they stepped carefully over one of its massive legs. "Come on, I can't breathe." I said as i used my sleeve as a facemask 　

He pulled open the next door, both of them hardly daring to look at what came next - but there was nothing very frightening in here, just a table with seven differently shaped bottles standing on it in a line.

　　"Dad's," said Harry. "What do we have to do?" I said as I looked at them　　They stepped over the threshold, and immediately a fire sprang up behind them in the doorway. It wasn't ordinary fire either; it was purple. At the same instant, black flames shot up in the doorway leading onward. They we were trapped.

　　"Look!" I said as seized a roll of paper lying next to the bottles. Harry looked over her shoulder to read it:　　Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind, Two of us will help you, which ever you would find,　One among us seven will let you move ahead, Another will transport the drinker back instead,

Two among our number hold only nettle wine,Three of us are killers, waiting bidden in line.　
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,　

　To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four: First, however slyly the poison tries to hide You will always find some on nettle wine's left side; Second, different are those who stand at either end,

But if you would move onward, neither is your friend; Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,　　Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides; Fourth, the second left and the second on the right　　Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.

　　Hermione let out a great sigh and Harry, amazed, saw that she was smiling, the very last thing he felt like doing. "Brilliant," said Hermione. "This isn't magic -- it's logic -- a puzzle. A lot of the greatest wizards haven't got an ounce of logic, they'd be stuck in here forever."　

"But so will we, won't we?" "Of course not," said Hermione. "Everything we need is here on this paper. Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one will get us safely through the black fire, and one will get us back through the purple."　

"But how do we know which to drink?" i said as i looked at them. "Give me a minute."　

Hermione read the paper several times. Then she walked up and down the line of bottles, muttering to herself and pointing at them. At last, she clapped her hands.　　

"Got it," she said. "The smallest bottle will get us through the black fire -- toward the Stone." Harry looked at the tiny bottle.　

　"There's only enough there for two of us," he said. "That's hardly one swallow."　They looked at each other. "Which two, will get you back through the purple flames?"　　Hermione pointed at a rounded bottle at the right end of the line.　

　"You drink that," said Harry. "No, listen, get back and get Ron. Grab brooms from the flying- key room, they'll get you out of the trapdoor and past Fluffy -- go straight to the owlery and send Hedwig to Dumbledore, we need him." Said hermione."But Harry -- what if You-Know-Who's with him?"

　　"Well -- I was lucky once, wasn't I?" said Harry, pointing at his scar. "I might get lucky again."　　Hermione's lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him as i looked at the bothe and smiled "Hermione!"　

"Harry -- you and eileen  are great wizards, you know."　
"I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him.

"Me!" said Hermione. "Books! And cleverness! There are more important things -- friendship and bravery and -- oh Harry -- be careful!"
"Your drink first," said Harry. "You are sure which is which, aren't you?"　
"Positive," said Hermione. She took a long drink from the round bottle at the end, and shuddered.

　It's not poison?" said Harry anxiously."No -- but it's like ice."　
"Quick, go, before it wears off."　　
"Good luck -- take care."
　"GO!" Hermione turned and walked straight through the purple fire.　
　Harry took a deep breath and picked up the smallest bottle. As we both turned to face the black flames.　

　"Here I come," he said, and he took the a sip of bottle and handed it to me an I took a sip as i sat the glass on the table and we both walked throw the wall of fire into he next an final room.