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Ryan felt like an adult, even if it was only in spirit. He believed that sacrifices should always be made for the greater good, and in this case, he was determined to be ahead of the children when making such decisions.

So, when Ron asked about the sacrifice plan, Ryan confidently replied, "No problem." Following Ron's command, he ate the opponent's queen. Almost immediately, the knight on the other side moved toward him.

"Armor and bodyguard," Ryan muttered, casting the Iron Armor spell. However, the opponent's knight swiftly crossed its sword and slapped Ryan, sending him flying off the chessboard. The Iron Armor spell shattered instantly.

"Are you okay, Ryan?" Harry and the others asked in unison, their voices laced with concern.

Ryan waved them off. "No problem. It's nothing, just give me a moment. You might take a while. Go on ahead."

He sat down, trying to hide the pain as he subtly pressed his ribs where they couldn't see. The magic he'd used was something he had learned from a notebook, but it had been a rushed spell due to the unclear instructions. It was only a temporary buffer.

While the others continued their game of wizard's chess, Ryan removed his outer robes and began checking his ribs using his knowledge of Chinese medicine. Sure enough, two of his ribs on the right side were broken. Thankfully, pure trauma like this was easily treated in the wizarding world. The problem was that he couldn't speak loudly or engage in much activity for the time being.

Soon enough, Ryan heard that Ron had also decided to sacrifice himself to win the game. Reluctantly, he stood up to assist, though the movement made his ribs stab deeper into his lungs. Blood foamed at his mouth as he cast a protective shield around Ron.

The White Queen then struck Ron in the head with her arm, knocking him unconscious and off the board. Iron Armor didn't block this attack.

After Harry won the chess game, Hermione looked alarmed. "Ryan, I saw you coughing up blood! How are you doing?"

"Don't worry about me," Ryan assured her, trying to hide the pain. "It's just some trauma. I can't go with you right now, but don't worry. Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital will fix me right up. Just focus on Ron—go ahead!"

Despite their worries, Harry and Hermione hurried down the corridor toward the next stage.

Once they were gone, Ryan slowly stood up and walked toward Ron. He navigated around a fallen castle pawn and reached Ron's side. He found a large, blue-purple bruise on Ron's head. After a quick check, Ryan realized that Ron had been fortunate. Either the pawn had shown mercy, or his half-hearted Iron Armor spell had mitigated the blow. Ron only suffered a concussion, and his bones seemed unharmed.

Ryan gently opened Ron's eyelids, examined his pupils, and felt for his pulse. There didn't appear to be anything seriously wrong, and Ron would wake up soon. But Ryan was concerned that he might need to leave soon, so he pulled out his wand and aimed it at Ron's face. "Clear water is like a spring."

A jet of water sprayed from Ryan's wand and drenched Ron's face. Ron immediately woke up, hands instinctively covering his face. "Is it raining?"

Ryan chuckled softly. "It's just the aftermath of the concussion. You'll be fine."

Within a couple of minutes, Ron sat up, leaning against a fallen statue, watching as Ryan used his wand to clear the rubble around them. Ryan then took a knife and cut away his robe to restore his ribs and bind them.

Ron noticed the blood on Ryan's chin and looked concerned. "Ryan, you're bleeding!"

"It's nothing serious. Just a bit of trauma. Don't worry. Madam Pomfrey will patch me up in no time," Ryan reassured him.

The two of them leaned against the sculpture and began chatting, their voices weak.

"Do you think Harry and the others are near the Philosopher's Stone now? What should they do if they run into Snape?" Ron asked.

Ryan thought for a moment before responding, "I don't think the previous challenges will be too difficult for them. Besides, if Harry managed to escape from Snape once, I'm sure he can do it again. But in the end, this is just a test. Dumbledore must have prepared for every eventuality. If the Stone's been placed for safety, it won't be easy for anyone to get to it."

Ryan paused, his mind spinning with thoughts of the greater challenge. "These tests seem too easy for an adult dark wizard. Maybe Dumbledore didn't anticipate Voldemort possessing Quirrell. If he had, Dumbledore would have set up protective spells that could weaken Voldemort and keep him dormant for years. But Dumbledore, being a smart man, wouldn't have risked Harry's life for such a trivial matter."

While Ryan and Ron were talking, Hermione ran out from the opposite door, her face flushed with excitement. "We should hurry to the Owlery and report to Dumbledore!"

The three of them ran toward the house where the flying brooms had been kept. On the way, Hermione explained that there was a troll ahead, but it had already been knocked unconscious. She and Harry had reached the final level, but the only potion left was the one that would allow someone to face the thief guarding the Philosopher's Stone. Harry had decided to confront the thief and sent Hermione to fetch Ryan and Ron so they could go report to Dumbledore.

As she finished speaking, they arrived at the room with the brooms. Ryan mounted one of the brooms, heading for the trapdoor, while Hermione helped to distract the large dog guarding it with a music box Ryan had conveniently stashed at his waist.

The group made their way to the Owlery, only to encounter Professor Dumbledore in the foyer.

The professor looked at their disheveled appearance, his eyes narrowing in concern. "Harry was watching him, wasn't he?" he asked, before rushing toward the fourth floor.

Seeing Dumbledore's hurried retreat, the trio felt a wave of relief. They knew they were safe now, but as their tension eased, the pain from their injuries became more noticeable. Leaning on each other for support, they slowly made their way toward the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey seemed to have been alerted ahead of time. She was already waiting at the entrance, clad in her pajamas and a jacket. She immediately began ushering them into beds for examination.

Ryan removed his torn and stained robe carefully and lay down on the bed. As his head touched the pillow, the familiar voice of the system echoed in his mind:

—"Slightly altered the process of passing the level and gained 2 offset points."

With 24 offset points in hand, Ryan was excited. These points would allow him to travel to a new world where he could gain significant power. Although he felt a tinge of regret for not acquiring more power today, he knew that sometimes, following your inner instincts was the best choice when you lacked strength. After all, staying alive meant there was still hope for the future.