Chapter 334

The wind comes from the mountains of Scotland, which are forever shrouded in clouds. Blowing westward, over the gravel mound, over the cedar forest, with the piercing cold, blowing through the dark and chaotic jungle of the forbidden forest.

When the wind crossed some invisible boundary, it rushed through the cold black lake, the cold dew, rolled up Hoffa's black cloak, rolled over his brown wizard leggings, and blew the cloak behind him.

Although the God of nightmares once again shelved his proposal, he still went back to Hogwarts. He could not ignore grindworth's behavior, nor could he see that he had nothing to do, and finally fell into reincarnation again. He had to do something.

However, there is a deviation in memory at this moment. The fanatical man riding behind the mountain monster beside him is a villain like a stream into the sea under the triangular flag dancing in the distance.

There is not such a large crowd in the original book, and the top three competition is just a small three school league, far from the world activities like Quebec World Cup.

He didn't know that it was his own behavior that caused the butterfly effect and rolled up such a huge storm.

At the moment, the crowd like ants swarmed into the grandstand of Quebec earth stadium from all directions until its entrance was blocked.

Hogwarts' ban on Phantasm was lifted, and groups of witches came to Hogwarts with different accents from all over the world.

The Kui earth stand has been expanded more than 100 times by magic, and the sky is flying with countless brooms. The ground was full of oddly dressed witches, some with snakes around their necks, some with toads on their heads, some with toads eating flies, some with magic wands crackling.

Some people are dressed in luxury, others are dressed in shabby vicissitudes. Some are alone, some are with their families, some are kind-hearted and unconquered with the world, some are ferocious and ferocious, with a face full of flesh and blood.

Hoffa read the news and knew what grindevo thought. He wanted to lure all the witches to Hogwarts and kill them all. In his words, it's about saving them from their dreams.

He knew it was a complete massacre of madmen, but he had no good way. Nicole lemme injected him with more septic drugs than he thought, and now he is no match for greendevo.

The only thing he can do now is to prevent Harry Potter from touching the trophy. As long as Voldemort does not resurrect, Nico lemme will not resurrect Chloe. As long as he can delay Chloe's resurrection, he still has time to think of something.

Dong Dong!

Dong Dong!!

On the grandstand expanded by magic, I don't know who beat the drum, maybe it's the sacrifice of a druid sect, maybe it's the shaman of a mountain monster tribe.

In the drums, the crowd became fanatical, and they began to get together, dance and wiggle their hair. In the center of Quebec earth stadium, dense plants began to grow savagely. They entangled with each other and kept going up. In the blink of an eye, they formed a tree wall and grew into a maze.

Dong Dong!

The drums became more and more dense, and the dense labyrinth was filled with a light fog, in which unknown beasts roared.

The air rolled up again, blowing through the fanatical crowd, and the coldness was swept away. It became fanatical and savage, just like the emotion in the crowd.

Before the wind reached the highest stone wall of Hogwarts, its frenzy disappeared. It circled around a tower in the middle of the castle and burst through the open windows at the top of the tower.

The heavily armed grindevo shivered under the kiss of the current and moved his hands with the elder's wand. With a thin and narrow belt will be his head of white hair bundle in the back of his head, face expressionless, like a stone carving.

"It seems that all the sober people are here."

Grindevo turned to himself and the back was Dumbledore.

The last ray of sunlight shines into the headmaster's office of Hogwarts. Fox is dancing restlessly on the branch. In front of Dumbledore's desk, there are countless silver glass bottles, which carry the memory like clouds, up and down in the bottle.

He walked out of the office, and there was a loud cry outside the window. It was Ludo bagman's voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I'm going to invite you to the Quidditch stadium to watch the last event of the top three competition."

Ludo bagman happily held up the microphone: "first of all, I would like to thank Bobbie jump magic candy, Fengya wizard men's clothing, halo and silver arrow for their strong support for this event. Of course, we are also very honored to have the Minister of magic, Connery fudge, avicengamo's chief wizard albus Dumbledore and European magic Association...

he was invited After shouting the names of people for nearly 10 minutes, until the audience impatiently hissed, he put down the directory and raised his hand skillfully: "now, let's invite four warriors to enter the arena!"In the lavender dusk, four warriors came out from four corners of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last competition of the top three competition is about to begin!" Ludwig said in a loud voice: "I'll report the current score! Cedric Digory and Harry Potter - 85 points, tied for first place, Hogwarts school! " Applause and cheers startled the birds in the forbidden forest into the darkening night sky. "Victor Krum - 80 points, second place, demstrand college!" Another round of applause. "Furong Delacour - third place, booth Barton college!"

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"Damn, we haven't gone in yet!"

"Not enough space!"

"Give way, give way."

"Is there anyone to organize it?"

Tens of thousands of people blocked in front of the ivory door of the entrance and burst the pot noisily, but the sound was soon suppressed by the applause from the infield.

Hoffa is also in the crowd, where the population density is more than that of the New York Stock Exchange in the bull market. The infield game has begun, but he doesn't even squeeze into the crowd.

But he was also prepared. He took out a cowhide bag from his pocket and threw it into the air. In the flight room of the leather bag, there are raindrops of golden garlon. This is not the golden garlon of metamorphosis, nor the fake money of the little Irish Banshee. This is the real gold coin taken from gulingge, which is the private wealth of his cheap "father".

After knowing that he has experienced 6000 reincarnations, Hoffa is very open-minded. Most of the things in the world are like dreamy bubbles, fleeting. If he is destined to go back to the past, what is the significance of the wealth of this era?

Other witches didn't have Hoffa's consciousness. The crowd immediately forgot the fact that they couldn't get into the competition and cheered.

In the air, Jin Jialong fell like raindrops, the golden light overflowed, and even Lu duodagman's eyes floated past. He watched the Garonne rain in the air suspiciously. If it wasn't for the Quidditch World Cup that he was cheated once by the Irish dwarf's fake money, he was afraid that he would rush in and rob now.

At the same time, some people's eyes are lax. God knows whether they are awake or submerged by unconscious dreams.

However, Hoffa can't manage it now. While others bend down to grab the gap of kingalon, he separated the crowd, stepped on their backs, padded his feet like a tightrope, and rushed into the maze of the final of the top three without looking back.

In the grandstand, grindwall held up his telescope and saw the middle-aged man in the golden rain. He couldn't help but smile coldly: "smelly boy..."

he put down his telescope, turned his head and said to a one eyed one legged man standing beside him: "time is up, let's present the final performance for our audience."

The one legged one eyed man's palm burst into flames and said, "as you wish, father."

After that, he floated up like a fireball, falling down from the high platform with thick black smoke, and disappeared into the maze of the Kui earth competition.

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the ghost walking Hoffa raced all the way to the Quidditch stadium in the final of the three finals, followed the four warriors into the final labyrinth.

At this moment, night has come, and the high hedge casts dark shadows on the path. I don't know whether it is because of the high and dense hedge, or because of magic. As soon as he enters the maze, the audience can't hear him. Silence swallowed him in the blink of an eye, like falling into the deep sea.

Not only that, because of the extremely lush vegetation, the stars in the sky are covered, and the eyes are dark.

"Fluorescent dance."

He looked up and sang softly.

A silver dot of light flew out of his palm and lit up a small maze, which extended in all directions and was full of forks. I don't know where to go.

Looking back again, the maze where I came in grew up at the speed visible to the naked eye, and sealed the entrance firmly.

Hateful...

Hoffa thought that if Nicole lemme didn't inject himself with septic agent, he would turn into a Nightingale and fly in from different intersections to find Harry Potter. He would find it soon.

But now they have to rely on two legs to go, the efficiency is too low.

But complaining is just complaining. At the moment, he just chose a road and rushed in.

Just after entering the lush jungle labyrinth, the sound of vegetation growing and closing quickly came from behind. At the same time, the labyrinth in front of the body was rapidly branching out a new branch road. The whole labyrinth is like a living creature, mysterious and treacherous.

After running for nearly 30 minutes in a row, Hoffa stopped. He noticed something wrong. Except for the shape of the fork in the road, there was no difference between the maze and when he first came in.

He didn't find Harry Potter and Cedric's trace, let alone the existence of the trophy, which made him anxious.Others don't know, but he clearly understands what the trophy is, which is the key to Voldemort's resurrection. If Voldemort is resurrected, the snowball of fate will overwhelmingly crush him into powder. It will be another 50 years to wait for him.

He can't accept it.

Shasha...

the vegetation grows wildly and the vines swim.

The more anxious he was, the more luxuriant the labyrinth around him was. Not only did it become luxuriant, but also the exaggerated smiling faces of the vines and branches in the growth of the vegetation flashed past him, like silent laughter.

Aware of his state, Hoffa closed his eyes and began to meditate.

The heart rate slows down and the breathing becomes steady. When he opened his eyes again, his mind was finally free from the state of eagerness to prevent Harry from touching the cup. He was no longer anxious. The shrubs and vines around him finally stopped growing.

Ding zero Ding zero.

At this time, a pleasant bell came from the distance.

Along with the bell, there is a very regular step sound.

Step on...

What's that weight on the ground.

Hoffa could not help but stop. A white male Unicorn slowly came out of the dark labyrinth. It radiated a faint white light, just like a walking light bulb.

Hoffa's eyes widened. He had seen many unicorns, but he had never seen one with such an air.

The unicorn was more than twice as strong as the common unicorn. Its silver mane rippled in the air like a clear spring. Its four hooves were long and strong. Every muscle of its body was tight and towering. There was not a trace of fat. Its tail was tied into a neat pigtail with agate and jewelry hanging on it.

And in its black and thick single horn, tied with two bright red rope, the rope hanging a bell, the bell dancing with the wind, jingling, emitting bursts of unknown fragrance. Butterflies and unknown color birds around its huge unicorn, chirping.

The magical male creature walked past Hoffa with pride and fury, without looking at him at all.

Looking at its majestic and majestic figure disappearing in the depths of the maze, Hoffa recovered for a while.

"Huo -"

the appearance of such an animal in the maze puzzled Hoffa. After reading the original book, he knew that there were snails and giant spiders in the final maze, but why were there unicorns? Didn't Harry see it.

He was puzzled.

After the unicorn disappeared, the maze darkened again and became quiet.

But at this time, Hoffa heard a short, trembling gasp in the distance of the maze.

"Ho ho ho... Ha..."

is that a human voice or a woman's voice. He followed the gasp and saw a tall girl in a white dress leaning against the corner of the jungle maze, covering her chest and panting.

Her appearance reminds Hoffa of her former agraia, but her eyes are green, her eyebrows are much sharper than agraia, her lips are much thinner, and she looks much more bony.

Hoffa naturally knew that she was Furong Delacour, a warrior from busbarton, a beautiful girl with MEVA blood.

"Are you all right..." Hoffa came up to her and looked constipated. He tried to help her up. But after touching her body, I found her arm was very hot.

"It's ok... It's ok..."

she flung away her arm, but she didn't care who was pulling her arm.

"I'm ok... I'm ok..."

she stood up reluctantly, covered her chest, clamped her legs and walked forward in a very strange posture.

Hoffa couldn't help following her and asked, "have you met Harry Potter and Cedric Digory, please?"

"I... I haven't met..."

Furong Delacour said absently, holding the dark maze, she walked forward step by step, panting in her mouth, as if she had just run several thousand meters.

Huo FA saw that she was in a strange state, so he couldn't help lighting up the fluorescent incantation again. Just as the light was lighting up, he was startled. Only the girl before the meeting had her hair wet on her forehead, her cheeks flushed, so that her neck was red. She held the vines around her tightly and didn't relax for a moment.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

He grabbed Furong Delacour. "What happened?"

By huofala live, this Meiwa girl just stopped, no focus eyes stay in huofala face. One second. She moved her eyes and leaned against the vines and Hedges:

"excuse me, do you see a white horse? A very good-looking, very good-looking, very good-looking... White... White horse...

Furong Delacour's face flushed and his tone stuttered, as if trying to suppress something.horse?

Hoffa wondered, "is it a horse or a unicorn?"

"It's almost... It's white anyway, and the corners are... Big..."

Furong made a gesture with her hand and said with a red face.

Hoffa thought of the unicorn he had just seen.

I can't help pointing with my hand: "over there."

As soon as he finished, he immediately felt that it was wrong to do so, because some strong sense of immediate vision told him that it would lead to some bad consequences, but he could not remember what the bad consequences would be.

Memory is gone, only some hazy feeling is still there, that is the residual fragments of six thousand cycles, he covered his head very hard, the harder he tried to think, the more he couldn't remember.

"OK... OK, thank you..."

Furong showed an obsessed look and walked in the direction that Hoffa pointed out. On the way, she thought of something, turned her head, pointed to the opposite direction of the maze, and said, "Oh... Oh, by the way, if you want to find Harry Potter, just go Northwest... When I came here... I met them once... Whoosh..."

after that, she gasped, did not look back, and staggered towards the depth of the maze with strange steps.

That is, the sense of vision faded from his mind after a while. When he raised his head again, hibiscus had disappeared. But Hoffa remembers what she said.

"Northwest direction..."

he took a turn in the hedge to find Harry Potter.

At this time, the dark night sky, a group of fire across, followed by the harsh sound of breaking the air.

When he looked back, a middle-aged man came down from the sky, pressed his neck and pressed him out hundreds of meters. They made a deep scratch on the ground and ran through countless hedges all the way.