Unlike Maca, Harry's path was clearly a bit bad.

The game had just begun, and Bagman's whistle was almost ringing in his ears, but he noticed that the maze seemed to be getting dark every minute.

There seemed to be nothing on the path he had chosen, not even the tentacles of the Thorns of Doom had ever stretched out—the surroundings were a little mysterious.

"Fluorescent flicker!"

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

Suddenly, Harry jerked around and looked behind him. It was as if someone was watching him secretly, but there was nothing behind him.

Of course, that's not all. In this project, what made Harry feel most depressed was his "treasure".

"Why is my 'treasure' Ron?" He looked back nervously as he muttered, "It would be nice if it was autumn......

Yes, that's right! When Harry finally opened his box at the top of the tower and pulled out the magic card, a piece of wizarding chess appeared—the one that Ron had always carried, and he couldn't be mistaken.

Harry shook his head suddenly, putting the useless things aside. He rested his wand on the palm of his hand and whispered, "Show me the way." ”

The wand spun a little, designating the dense hedge to his right - it was north!

But what's the use of that? He had no idea where Ron was hidden, and what was the use of knowing where the north side was?

The road ahead was empty, and Harry saw a cross-shaped fork in the road again, and he hesitated to choose the one on the left.

"What's going on?"

Harry didn't know why this was happening, and it made him panic a little bit. I should have run into something by now. The labyrinth seemed to tempt him with the illusion of security.

Suddenly, he heard movement behind him, and hurriedly waved his wand to defend himself, but the light of the wand showed Fleur who hurriedly ran out of the road on the right.

She looked hasty, and wisps of green smoke were still rising from the corners of her clothes.

"Fried tail snails!" She exclaimed in a panic, "Why is there such a big fried tail snail—I managed to escape!" ”

Fleur looked scared, she thought about it, passed by Harry, and rushed straight ahead. She seemed hell-bent on getting the whelch farther away.

However, after not running a few steps, she stopped again and quickly stepped back.

"That's ......" her voice trembled a little, but she forced herself to maintain a minimum of composure.

Harry took two steps forward, looking beyond Fleur's neck and shoulder.

Then he saw ...... A Dementor was slowly drifting toward them, twelve-foot-tall, hooded over its face, and its rotten, scabbed hands stiffly stretched forward.

It felt like it was touching their faces, and they could even hear the "gurgling" of gasps in its throat.

An icy and slippery feeling hit Harry and Fleur's bodies, it was still terrifying, but it made Harry feel an inexplicable lightness......

He knows what to do!

Harry struggled to think of the most enjoyable thing, desperately concentrating on imagining what it would be like to get out of the maze and celebrate with Ron, Maca, and Hermione, raising his wand in his hand.

"Divine Guard!"

A silver stag leaped out of Harry's wand and headed for the Dementors. The Dementor took two steps backwards and tripped over its robes—Harry had never seen a Dementor stumble!

"No, I've seen it many times......" He immediately remembered the terrible situation of those Dementors in Maca's hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Don't move!" He followed the silver Patronus, "You're a Boggart!" Funny funny! ”

There was a bang, and the green smoke on the first floor exploded, and the silver deer disappeared.

"Oh - you're amazing!" Fleur clapped her hands happily.

"No...... It's nothing ......," Harry smiled sheepishly.

Maybe it was because of Harry's performance, or maybe it was for some other reason, but Fleur naturally moved forward with Harry.

Harry felt his heart get a little restless.

But seriously, the invisible charm that Fleur already had seemed to be even stronger, the kind of aggressive attraction that was completely different from the previous one, and Harry inadvertently fell in love.

"Go this way...... I think it's the right way ......," Fleur said quietly, pulling up Harry's sleeve.

"Oh, you're right, it's ...... over here," Harry said in a daze, and led Fleur down a darker and deeper path.

Along the way, the Thorns of Doom hadn't attacked Harry once. It stands to reason that this was enough to make Harry wary.

However, not to mention that he was now fascinated by the beautiful girl in front of him, even if he didn't have Fleur there, he couldn't detect this anomaly at all.

After all, he didn't know from the beginning that the Doom Thorn would launch a sneak attack on passers-by.

With each step they took, the light around them seemed to diminish a little, and everything seemed to be being eroded by the endless darkness.

The wand's fluorescent flicker, his shape-shifting shadow twisting and flickering on the thorn-woven walls. They turned another corner, only to be confronted by a huge—

"Fried tail snails?"

Yes, another fried tail snail - Fleur is right, it's really big! It looked like it was ten feet long, like a fierce scorpion.

Its long sting needles curled around its back, its thick armor glistening in the glow of Harry's wand. Probably because of the snail, Harry seemed to be a little more sober than he had just been.

"Fainted."

Harry's staff glowed in a series of fires that bounced back when they hit the snail's hard carapace.

Thankfully, Harry was quick to dodge, but he could smell the burnt smell of his hair - the fire that had bounced back just now had narrowly brushed over his head!

At that moment, a burst of flame erupted from its tail, and with a strong thrust of reverse, it swooped towards Harry.

"There are many obstacles!" Harry shouted.

But obviously, the effect of the obstacle spell was not very good, and although the speed of the impact of the tail snail was slowed, it was obviously not enough to stop it.

Harry staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground, "Obstacles! ”

The snail stopped just inches from him—he struck it in the abdomen, which was not protected by armor, and this time the obstacle spell worked.

Harry gasped and got to his feet, pulling Fleur and running desperately in the opposite direction.

The effect of the obstacle spell will not be very long, and the legs and feet of the whelk may move again at any time!

"Oh—you're so brave!" Fleur looked ruddy, and she was dragged by Harry all the way, but she still praised Harry's leisurely elegance.

Harry didn't know what he was supposed to answer, he felt a turmoil in his heart, as if a hand was tugging at his heartstrings.

Overwhelmed, Harry chose to keep running, running without stopping, so that he wouldn't have to deal with Fleur - that would be more embarrassing than asking Cho to be his dance partner.

As he dragged Fleur as fast as he could, Harry suddenly felt his movements slow down - it felt as if he was soaked in sticky mud, and his speed was slower than a turtle......

A sudden fear crept over Harry's mind, suppressing all the commotion in his mind.

"What's wrong?"

It was as if he had fallen under an obstacle spell himself, and it was as if time was being pulled out of this space little by little, which was indescribably weird.

Harry struggled to look down at the ground, the dim darkness making it almost impossible for him to see what was under his feet.

It's just that he felt something soft and slimy squirming under his feet.

"Broken bones!"

With the eerie sound of jelly pudding exploding, Harry felt free again. The next moment, he lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

It was supposed to be a creature, but Harry didn't know what it was, he only knew that his predicament was solved for the time being.

However, Fleur, who was standing beside him, had a faint hint of annoyance on her face.

"Oh, you're amazing!" She spoke again, and her eyes were full of charm.

But in the next second, an exclamation suddenly sounded, and it was a crisp and pleasant sound.

Who is in danger? It shouldn't have been Hermione's voice, but why was it so familiar...... Who's that?

"That's ......" Harry snapped his hand away and retreated a few steps in horror, "Fleur?" ”

"Tsk!"

The "Fleur" in front of Harry smashed his tongue impatiently, and then Harry felt a blur in front of him. And between his chest and abdomen, an inexplicable heat ignited, as if he was going to set his whole body on fire and burn him to ashes!

"Faint!"

In a moment when Harry's consciousness gradually drifted away, he barely sank into his wand, and a series of fires shot out, knocking the "fake hibiscus" back several steps.

"Damn!" The other party angrily shook the shoulder that was hit, and said indignantly, "If Dumbledore hadn't let the old lady get serious, I would have to let you try it today......

She muttered as she quickly stepped back, quickly disappearing into the endless darkness.

On the other hand, Harry clutched his head and shook it violently, only to wake up a little from his trance.

"What the hell is that...... It's horrible......" he said with a sigh of relief, "oh, it's horrible...... But why does it feel a little comfortable? ”