Malfoy walked slowly on the empty road alone, unhindered for a while, and since he had chosen the fork in the road at the first junction, it seemed that the road had been unimpeded without encountering a single trap.

The dense hedgerows swayed in the cold wind, and collided to make a rustling sound, bringing a cold atmosphere.

The labyrinth was darkening every minute, and the sky above him had turned a slightly chaotic teal color, and the vision that he could see in the distance before was now sharply compressed, confined to a very narrow distance, as if a layer of fog was constantly diffusing in the labyrinth.

A whistling wind suddenly blew from behind Malfoy's back, as if something was rapidly approaching.

It's a fried tail snail!

Hagrid was no longer a teacher at Hogwarts, but was better played, and the irascible creature was still crossed under him.

Even as a guard of some kind of effect of Azkaban today.

And today, it is also used in a project to test the ability of the warriors, whether the warriors are prepared or caught off guard, it is quite tricky.

The snail is a peculiar creature, it is a cross between a human-headed sphin-tailed scorpion-tailed beast and a fire crab, and it is brutal by nature and likes to kill each other, which reminds Malfoy of some Gu worms.

Of course, only one Gu worm will be formed in the end after fighting, and the fried tail snail can still maintain a certain number in the end.

They also have a fairly short growth cycle, growing from the size of an ordinary lobster to a ten-foot behemoth in just one year.

The thorns on their backs arched are dangerous, indescribably disgusting, and look like a giant scorpion with a sting needle curled in its back. Their armor reflects magic spells and blasts their enemies with exploding flames. The only thing it was defenseless about was its unprotected abdomen, which was also very well protected.

A scorching wave of air erupted from the tail of the snail, making a crackling sound, like a giant beast that had chosen to devour, condensed into a solid form, and quickly pounced on Malfoy.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

The raging flames were extinguished in an instant by the condensed columns of water in the air, and instead shot towards the flaming tail of the snail.

It didn't seem to have any effect, the water came into direct contact with the flames, and some of them splashed into the mud around them, and then immediately there was a "clang" sound, and the momentum of the flames on the tail briefly decreased, but then suddenly rose, and the snail writhed wildly, struggling to crawl in the direction of Malfoy.

He was enraged, and the small creature didn't feel comfortable making his food, and even dared to try to resist.

But it was only then that it realized that it had sunk into the mud, and the steps he provided to crawl were now firmly attached to the sticky mud, and the mention of its feet involved countless long and slippery silk threads.

It seems that the more you struggle, the tighter you wrap up, the more you sink.

The mud was mixed with the water derived from a part of the "clear water like a spring" just now, and it became a mud swamp similar to that in the jungle.

Falling, falling, the huge body became a huge burden at this time, and the fried tail snail finally sank into the depths of the earth.

And Malfoy just watched from the sidelines, and he was not complacent.

Creatures without intelligence will always fight brainlessly, and once they are caught with weaknesses and flaws, they will not be able to resist and be slaughtered.

Its instincts tell it that it will be safe as long as it does not expose its abdominal weakness to its opponents, but it does not know that the environment is also a weapon that can kill.

After getting in the way, Malfoy continued to walk towards the front of the front labyrinth, the growing darkness giving reason to believe that he was approaching the center of the labyrinth.

"Show me the way!" Malfoy walked for a moment, and with a flick of his wand, he noticed that not far from him, the Trivial's Cup was shining seductively on the pedestal a hundred meters away, and then he saw a figure.

It was Harry Potter, who had arrived from the other direction, closer to the trophy, and was a little breathless as he stared at the Triumph Cup, a symbol of championship glory.

He also saw Malfoy's face, with the help of the effect of the "Glowing Charm" on the tip of his wand

"Coincidentally, the final battle was between the two of us. Malfoy clapped his hands, expressionless, and said lightly.

Harry ignored him, and instead immediately began to pull his legs and run towards the Goblet of Fire, where he was about to win the championship first.

Harry had been guarding against Malfoy's sneak attack during the process, only to find that the boy had no intention of stopping him.

Ask yourself, if he is lagging behind, he will definitely thwart his opponent as well

He didn't have time to think about the anomaly, for the ecstasy that filled his mind washed away him.

His eyes moved to the trophy that was close at hand. In the light of the trophy, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw himself holding it out of the labyrinth. He held the cup aloft, the cheers of the crowd in his ears, and he saw that Qiu's face was full of admiration, more clearly than ever...... Then the hallucination disappeared, and by the time he reacted, he had already taken the first step in holding the cup.

"Goodbye. He saw Malfoy, who was not far away, suddenly have a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said this to him.

The moment he grabbed the handle, Harry felt as if he had been pulled behind his navel. His legs were off the ground, but he couldn't let go of his grip on the Triumph Cup, which dragged him forward between the whistling wind and the swirling colors.

Malfoy looked at the ground where the Goblet of Fire had been placed, now empty, as if Harry and the Cup had never been there.

He muttered to himself, "I've done everything I could, and now it's up to you." ”

While Harry was basking in the joy of victory, a whirlwind sensation came over his nerves, and he felt his stomach churning, as if he were going to vomit at any moment, and his ears ached from the sharp wind.

After a while, he felt his feet hit the ground, his legs went limp, and after rolling on the ground a few times, he fell to the ground, and his hand finally let go of the top three. He looked up and looked around, only to find a few dead trees and a pile of gravel on the ground

Then an extremely cruel and penetrating voice was heard from not far away, and Harry even heard a little joy in it.

"Avada suo!"

A faint green light shot towards his location impartially.