Chapter 15 - Chess and Revelation (1/2)

I'm still sick, this disease is being more persistent than I thought.

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For now, count up the chapters I missed and send me an CROSS OWES YOU ping on discord.

Btw, my chapters might seem different as my brain works differently when sick or something. I dunno.

I'm pretty sure I owe you guys four chapters?

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Time seemed to fly by in a quicker pace than normal as the holidays drew nearer and nearer.

Arth's parents had sent him a letter about how they would not be able to pick Arth up for Christmas break, leaving Arth to have no choice but to remain at the school.

And he wasn't the only one.

Harry Potter, who apparently had horrible muggle relatives, desired nothing more but to stay away from them. Ronald Weasley simply wished to stay in Hogwarts, as his parents had clearly stated that they would not have a particularly special event this year.

However, these people were a minority. Most of the students where whisked away by the scarlet Hogwarts train. The hallways seemed different, more empty. There was less chatter during the Great Hall and less owls delivering letters from family.

Those who remained at the school, turned for others for entertainment. Unfortunately for Arth, he was targeted by Harry and Ron.

”Knight to B6, check.”

”King to B7.”

”Bishop to D5, check.”

”King to B8,”

”Queen to F8, checkmate.”

The black king let out a cry as the white queen lopped off its head. As this happened, a red haired boy stared at the board in disbelief.

”Impossible!” Screamed Ron as he stared at the board in disbelief. ”How is that even possible? There must be a loophole somewhere!”

Arth lazily plucked a gr.a.p.e from one of the plates and slowly ate it, savoring the flavor for as long as he could. ”While you are looking for that loophole, can I read?”

”J-Just wait a bit! I swear that this isn't a checkmate!”

Arth shrugged before leaving Ron alone. Ron had brought out his wizards chessboard in order to resolve some of the boredom that was haunting their minds. After winning against Harry a few times in a row, Ron decided it was time to change partners and challenged Arth with an inflated ego.

Little did poor Ron know that Arth was highly experienced with the art of Wizards Chess. Arth would often play chess matches with his father for hours until the point where even his father had to admit defeat.

”Give up Ron. You've lost,” said Harry from the sidelines, obviously happy that someone had deflated Ron's somewhat annoying ego. ”It's your fault for challenging Arthur. Someone who reads that much can't have a bad mind.”

Arth sighed. ”It's not the books that helped me win. I just had a lot of practice. My dad loves chess.”

Or he did at one point of his life before playing with Arth.