The golden mist seemed to be innocently flashing at Roger in the moonlight, as if mocking him, can a magic spell still make people fly into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?

"Phew, show me this when your pants are off?" Roger spat angrily in the direction of the golden mist: "Grindy Low under the Black Lake is more interesting than this!"

As he was complaining, a scream suddenly pierced the silence around him.

"And this begins?" Roger's eyes lit up and he looked around, but there was silence around him, and no red sparks were in sight.

Whether it is fake Moody's move or not, it means that the chaos of this final game can be started.

Roger extinguished the fluorescence of his wand and took out his compass from his pocket to determine the location of the triumph cup... In the northwest... Then he waved his wand into the sky: "Pandora flies!"

Last night, he had taken out the Slytherin locket and the Ravenclaw tiara in his suitcase. Without the constraints of Horcruxes, Pandora's Box still eats the Flying Curse... There's no way around it, after all, you're participating in a competition, and no one can agree to bring a big box in...

The sound of the wind swishing across the sky, and the ornate Pandora's box fell into the boy's arms. Rubbing the beast's head that protruded in the center of the chest, the creature smiled, turned and slammed into the hedge wall on the side.

The straight line between the two points is the shortest, and since the chaos has already begun, Roger is too lazy to detour around the bend. If the titanium walls said he wouldn't do that, who would let those professors cut corners?

"Poof—" Spit out the leaves from his mouth and pluck the broken branch from his face, Roger looked at the towering hedge, and it would take a bit more effort to pass through such a wall of branches. These hedges are all enchanted, they are extremely elastic, and the branches are very dense, without a trace of gaps, and they are quite strong, and they are a bloody mouth on the body.

Even if Roger is in good physical condition, it will take a lot of effort to squeeze through a hedge wall, because it is not only not easy to squeeze into the bushes, but it is also difficult to get out.

At the cost of the robes being scraped into strips, the thing broke free from the inside with a mouth full of leaves.

"Recover quickly. Muttering that the robe was in good condition, the boy reached out and gestured, the branches were so strong, it didn't seem difficult to climb to the top...

Shoving Pandora's handle into his mouth, he jumped hard with the box in his mouth, and at the same time, there were two "bang" explosions under his feet, and the whole person slammed upwards diagonally with full momentum.

"Hmm—" Roger pulled his head out with his feet poking into the hedge and his hands on the branches.

He had already reached most of the height in this jump, and the remaining six or seven feet could be climbed casually, easier than climbing a wall.

The top of the hedge wall was surprisingly flat, like a green sidewalk running straight forward, and it was supported by strong, thick branches, and Roger stepped on it as if he were stepping on the carpet in the lounge, soft but not sagging.

This makes one wonder if the hedge wall was deliberately made like this by the judges... After all, this is not a test of people's ability to fight and kill.

Either way, climbing the hedge wall was easier than blasting your way through the blast spell, and the maze had completely lost its meaning to Roger.

The creature walked along the wall with his hands behind his back towards the direction given by the compass, and from time to time he could spot wisps of light flickering in the darkness in the distance.

It's like on the left side of the passage, there is a Hagrid-raised fried tail snail that spews out a little spark from time to time.

The powerful confusion charm that he stole from the fake Moody had long since failed on these Hagrid's pets, the effect of that spell was powerful but not permanent, and the snails that had been forced for a while had long since regained their cruel and aggressive nature...

Like the one that Roger could see now, it had grown to a full ten feet long, and looked like a giant scorpion, its long stinging needles curled up in its back, its thick armor reflecting the sparks that erupted from its tail.

If anyone dared to appear in front of this thing, it would never mind its carapace being splattered with blood and minced flesh.

Ignoring the fried tail snails, he walked on the new road for a few minutes when Roger suddenly stopped, and a voice came from a nearby road.

"What are you going to do?" said Cedric's voice, "what the hell do you want to do?"

Then Krum's voice came back: "Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

The air was filled with Cedric's screams.

The guy rolled his eyes and calculated the time, and sighed softly: "That Erwuzai's efficiency is so slow... It's only a half-time since the second person takes his turn, and how long will it take to clear the way for Harry..."

Smacking his lips, the creature jumped to the hedge wall on the other side in third gear, and looked to the right, only to see Cedric falling to the ground and convulsing, and Krum looking down at him.

"Hey, buddy, isn't it too time-consuming to use the Drill Heart Charm?" Roger squatted on the wall and said happily: "If something goes wrong, your master will definitely not be kind enough to forgive you~"

Krum looked up and saw the thing, and pointed his wand directly at him: "Avada Suo!"

Roger rolled over to avoid the death curse, and his mouth didn't stop: "You're not... Anyway, I've done you a great favor. ”

At the same time, his hand also drew his wand. A thick, cylindrical clod of earth silently appeared directly below Krum's vital point, and stabbed it fiercely from top to bottom with lightning speed.

Poor comrade star lost the first time in his life to participate in this game to promote friendship... But Krum didn't let out any screams of pain or screams, but Cedric, who had stopped convulsing on the other side, let out a suppressed strange scream in his throat.

Roger flicked his fingers to lift the ** curse, and suddenly, Comrade Krum, who had lost the chrysanthemum, threw himself forward, lying face down on the grass and not moving.

Cedric, who was lying on the ground panting for breath from the Mind Curse, stood up, his body was still shaking, he looked at Krum on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "I heard movement behind me, and as soon as I turned around, I was attacked... He... He's fine..."

In the end, Cedric couldn't help but care about Krum's safety, after all, it was so thick and long...

Roger ignored him, and took out his compass to locate the fake Moody hiding in the shadows. Even with muscles in his head, Krum knew it was stupid to use the Unforgivable Spell during a match.

And in the original book, it was also the fake Moody who used the Dementor Charm to control the rest of the players attacked by Krum.