Chapter 191

Unlike Marca, the path Harry chose was obviously a little bad.

The game had just begun and bagman's whistle was almost still around his ears, but he found that the maze seemed to be darkening every minute.

There seemed to be nothing on the road he chose, not even the tentacles of the thorns of bad luck - there was some mystery around him.

"Fluorescent flashing!"

Harry quickened his pace unconsciously. He turned to the right and hurried forward. He held his wand high in one hand and tried to see as far as possible, but he couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, Harry turned sharply and looked behind him. He seemed to feel that someone was watching him in the dark, but there was nothing behind him.

Of course, the bad things are obviously more than that. In this project, the most frustrating thing for Harry is his "treasure".

"Why is my 'treasure' Ron?" he whispered as he looked back nervously. "If it were autumn..."

Yes, that's right! When Harry finally opened his box at the top of the astronomy tower and took out the magic card, a piece of wizard chess appeared - it was obviously the one Ron often carried with him. He would never be wrong.

Harry suddenly shook his head and put aside the useless things. He held his wand flat in his palm and whispered, "show me the way."

The wand spun and designated the dense hedge on his right - that's North!

But what's the use? He had no idea where Ron was hidden. What's the use of knowing where he was north?

The road ahead was empty. Harry saw a cross again. He hesitated and chose the one on the left.

"What's going on?"

Harry didn't know why. Being so unobstructed made him a little flustered. Something should have happened now. The maze seemed to tempt him with a false sense of security.

Suddenly, he heard something behind him and quickly waved his wand to defend himself, but the light of the wand was Hibiscus running out of the road on the right.

She looked in a hurry, and there were wisps of smoke on the corners of her clothes.

"Fried tail snail!" she cried flustered, "how can there be such a big fried tail snail - I managed to escape!"

Hibiscus looked scared. She thought, passed Harry and rushed straight forward. She seems bent on throwing the fried conch away.

However, before running a few steps, she stopped again and quickly stepped back.

"That's..." her voice trembled, but forced herself to keep at least calm.

Harry took two steps forward and looked over Hibiscus's shoulder.

Then he saw... A Dementor floating slowly towards them, twelve feet high, his hood covering his face, and his rotten and scabby hands stretched forward rigidly.

It felt this way, and the mummified hands seemed to touch their faces. They could even hear the "cluck" gasp in its throat.

A cold, sticky feeling hit Harry and hibiscus. This feeling was still so terrible, but it made Harry feel a sense of inexplicable relief

He knows what to do!

Harry tried to think about the happiest things, tried to concentrate on imagining walking out of the maze and celebrating with Ron, Marca and Hermione, and raised his wand.

"Call God's guard!"

A silver stag jumped out of Harry's wand and ran to the Dementor. The Dementor took two steps back and tripped over his robe - Harry had never seen a Dementor fall!

"No, it seems that I've seen it many times..." he immediately remembered all the tragedies of those Dementors in Maka's hands, and immediately pulled out the corners of his mouth.

"Don't move!" he followed the silver patron saint. "You're a Bogot! Funny!"

With a loud explosion, the smoke on the first floor exploded, and the silver deer disappeared.

"Oh - you're great!" Hibiscus clapped her hands happily.

"No... it's nothing..." Harry smiled shyly.

Perhaps because of Harry's excellent performance, or perhaps for some other reason, hibiscus naturally moved forward with Harry.

Harry felt a little uneasy in his heart.

But seriously, the invisible charm of Hibiscus seemed to be stronger. The very different and aggressive attraction made Harry know inadvertently.

"This way... I feel that it should be this way..." Hibiscus said faintly, pulling up Harry's sleeve.

"Oh, you're right, this way..." Harry was confused and took Hibiscus to a darker and deeper road.

Along the way, those unlucky thorns didn't attack Harry once. Normally, this is enough to make Harry wary.

However, not to mention that he is now fascinated by the beautiful girl in front of him. Even without hibiscus, he can hardly detect this anomaly.

After all, he didn't know from the beginning that the thorns of bad luck would launch a sneak attack on passers-by.

With each step they took, the light around them seemed to weaken, and everything seemed to be gradually eroded by endless darkness.

The fluorescence of the wand flickered, and his deformed shadow twisted and flashed on the wall intertwined with thorns. They turned another corner, but they ran into a huge bird——

"Fried tail snail?"

Yes, another fried tail snail - what Furong just said is true. It's really big! It looks ten feet long, like a ferocious giant scorpion.

Its long sting was rolled on its back, and its thick armor glittered under the fluorescence of Harry's wand. Probably because of the fried tail snail, Harry seemed to be more sober than before.

"Fainted to the ground."

Harry's stick tip sent out a series of flames. They bounced back when they touched the hard shell of the fried tail snail.

Fortunately, Harry hid quickly, but he smelled the burning smell of his hair - the fire that had just bounced back narrowly brushed over his head!

At this time, the fried tail snail ejected a flame from its tail, and with a strong thrust, it rushed towards Harry.

"Obstacles!" shouted Harry.

But obviously, the effect of the obstacle spell is not very good. Although the speed of the impact of the fried tail snail has slowed down, it is obviously not enough to stop it.

Harry staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground. "There are many obstacles!"

The fried tail snail stopped just a few inches away from him - he hit its unprotected abdomen, and this time the obstacle spell worked well.

Harry got up panting, pulled hibiscus and ran in the opposite direction.

The effect of the obstacle spell will not be very long. The legs and feet of the fried tail snail may move again at any time!

"Oh - you're so brave!" Hibiscus looked ruddy. She was dragged all the way by Harry, but she still praised Harry's leisure elegance.

Harry didn't know what he should answer. He just felt a riot in his heart, as if a hand was constantly stirring his heartstrings.

At a loss, Harry chose to keep running and keep running so that he didn't have to deal with hibiscus - it must be more embarrassing for him than inviting Qiu to be his partner.

Just as he was running with hibiscus, Harry suddenly felt that his action was slow - it was like being soaked in viscous mud, and his speed was slower than a turtle

A sudden fear crept into Harry's mind and forcibly suppressed all the commotion in his mind.

"What's the matter?"

This feeling is like he has also been cursed by an obstacle, and it seems that time is being pulled out of this space a little bit, which is indescribable and strange.

Harry laboriously lowered his head and looked at the ground. The dark environment made him almost unable to see anything under his feet.

However, he felt something soft and sticky crawling under his feet.

"To pieces!"

With a strange sound like the explosion of jelly pudding, Harry felt free again. The next moment, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

It should be a creature, but Harry didn't know what it was. He only knew that his dilemma had been solved for the time being.

However, the Furong standing beside him flashed a trace of anger on her face.

"Oh - you're great!" she opened her mouth again, and her eyes looked around, flattering.

But the next second, a scream suddenly sounded. It was a clear and pleasant sound.

Who's in danger? That should not be Hermione's voice, but why is it so familiar... Who is that?

"That's..." Harry gave up suddenly and withdrew a few steps in horror. "Hibiscus?"

"Tut!"

The "Hibiscus" in front of Harry hit his tongue impatiently, and then Harry felt a blur in front of him. And between his chest and abdomen, there was an inexplicable dry heat, as if to ignite his whole son and burn him to ashes!

"Faint!"

In the moment when Harry's consciousness gradually dissipated, he reluctantly held his wand, and a string of fire burst out, beating the "fake Hibiscus" back several steps.

"Damn it!" the other party angrily shook the hit shoulder and said angrily, "if Dumbledore didn't let me take it seriously, I'd have to let you taste it today..."

As she muttered, she quickly stepped back and soon disappeared into the endless darkness.

At the other end, Harry covered his head and shook it violently for a while. Then he woke up a little from his trance.

"What on earth is that... It's terrible..." he said with lingering fear, "Oh, it's really terrible... But why do you feel a little comfortable?"