It's fascinating.

With a flick of the tail, it slammed into the ground with a loud explosion, and the sparks rolled and splashed, and the walls of the labyrinth were protected by magic, and the sparks fell past and went out in the blink of an eye.

But the road in the labyrinth was unprotected and burned black.

Although its belly is not visible, it has a distinctly protruding nail spines on its shell, which is a male fried tail snail.

As Harry approached.

The snail finally spotted him and rushed at him violently, but its irregular feet gave it a blistering speed, and its tail sparked and sparked, pushing it forward a long distance each time.

Sensitivity that does not match body type.

In the blink of an eye, it raised its tail and snorted fiercely into flames.

Harry dodged sideways and with a wave of his hand, he slathered himself on Quinn.

The temperature of the flames was very high, almost as fierce as a carbon fire, stirring up a heat wave, which distorted the air, and he felt the heat wave burn his face through Quinn.

One attack won't work.

The snail was even more angry, it raised its tail and pumped it hard, the venom droplets on the barbed splashed on the ground, and with a snort, it corroded the charred ground into a shallow pit, and a layer of light gray air floated.

Harry looked surprised.

A corrosive venom, which is scarce in his current collection, Hagrid has truly cultivated an incredible creature.

He waved his wand.

With two clicks, vines flew and lifted the creature up.

But it is a creature bred by the standard of "Hagrid's aesthetic", and it exists to interpret the word "fierce", and the vines cannot bind it, and the thorns on the carapace move and jagged, cutting the vines in half in the blink of an eye.

Harry waved his wand again.

The remaining material of the vines turned to steel in the blink of an eye.

The jagged teeth on the carapace creaked and creaked, making a screeching, high-pitched sound, and the sparks splattered, and not in vain, its spines were quickly smoothed out, but in the blink of an eye, the carapace wriggled and new spines were born.

Although the steel is hard, it is also worn away little by little.

With a few groans, more vines flew in, turning into steel and tying it up.

Harry mentally made a second summary.

Extremely strong shell and fast regeneration.

It was a material that had never been documented in any of the bestiary, and it was up to Harry to figure out what could and couldn't be used, and how to dissect it so as not to damage what might be useful.

At present, the fried snail is a very precious creature.

though

At the beginning of the school year, Hagrid was able to take out several chests, but in the process of growing up, it was inevitable that some accidents would occur, and this creature had a habit of attacking its companions.

In Hagrid's hands, there were only ten.

Harry pointed at the whelch and uttered the incantation: "Pass out!" ”

Bang –

The carapace shrunk, and the spell flicked away with ease.

No less than the dragonskin's ability to resist magic.

Harry was even more surprised, and with a wave of his wand, he took out a bottle of water of life and death from the Sorting Hat, and the two vines spread out into a pair of hands, and forcefully broke the mouth of the whelk, and roughly stuffed the potion into it.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it fell asleep without any resistance.

This creature has some mediocre potion resistance.

Harry put on his dragonskin gloves and took out a dagger, thinking about it and stuffing it back in, it would be difficult for a normal dagger to cut through the carapace of the tail snail and pull out the Gryffindor sword.

Outside the labyrinth.

Ludo's voice was sharp, and he stomped his feet in a hurry: "What is Mr. Potter doing!" ”

"Oh my God, what the hell is he doing?"

"With such a big lead, he didn't rush to find the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament, but instead studied the creature of the fried tail snail?"

"I remember that the whelk was part of Hogwarts' learning to protect magical creatures this year?"

"Mr. Potter must have had many encounters with it."

Maxim and Karkaroff frowned.

In the audience, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's family and friends erupted in a fierce boo.

Home shady!

After Ludo finished speaking, his face turned pale, and he realized that he had lost his words for a moment and said something terrible.

The Triwizard Tournament has "the professor's insignificant help" in each edition, which can not and cannot be put on the table.

"Mr. Bagman, I think you've misunderstood something." Dumbledore coughed lightly and cast a "loud" spell on himself, "Fried tail snails are indeed what Hogwarts learns about protecting magical creatures this year. ”

"But it has nothing to do with Mr. Potter."

"I suppose you must have forgotten Mr. Potter's age somewhat because of the presence of Mr. Krum and Miss Delacul."

"He's only fifteen years old, and he's in the fourth grade, and they've been in charge of caring for them for about a month when they're in cubhood, but for the sake of fairness, when they get into their formative years, they'll only be cared for by sixth and seventh graders."

"And I assure you, and you, that in private, Professor Hagrid never said anything to Mr. Potter about the whelk."

Hagrid, of course, didn't say.

Before the second round of the project, he was deeply involved in "unilateral lovelornness", and by the time Harry comforted him, he was deeply involved in learning English and writing essays.

Fried snails?

It wasn't until Dumbledore said that Hagrid realized that he had an expression of "Oops, I didn't even tell Harry about the weakness of the tail snail in advance".

Flitwick leaned over and lowered his voice, "You really didn't tell Harry?" He's been with you all this time. ”

"I forgot." Hagrid was ashamed, "Harry has been teaching me to read and write papers, and we don't have many opportunities to talk. ”

Flitwick tilted his head back and looked at him with a strange look in his eyes: "So it's not you who keep Harry in confinement, it's Harry who confines you?" ”

Hagrid was stunned and nodded bitterly.

Flitwick looked at him, his eyes turning to pity.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, not far away, also gave the same look, only Snape sneered - listen, how unbelievable it is that the professor at Hogwarts should start learning his native language all over again.

Ludo was still stomping his feet.

He only hated that his voice couldn't get in.

Come on!

Mr. Potter, you hurry up, it's almost five minutes, and you're out of two alleys, and you're nearly four-fifths of the way to the top three trophies.

At this rate, it would take more than twenty minutes.

I'm going to make less money.

Labyrinth.

Harry dissected the whelch unhurriedly.

The glassware could still hold its venom, but he didn't let go of the heart, bone spurs, and carapace, and in the end, only a paralyzed and useless flesh was left on the ground.

He continued on his way.

I also encountered a lot of creatures, but I didn't see a rare one like a fried tail snail again.

Red Hat, Boggart, Troll.

They are all common creatures in the Forbidden Forest, and the Ministry of Magic seems to be a little lazy when building the labyrinth, and it doesn't transport too many magical creatures unique to other regions from other places.

The only special creature encountered is the Tebo Warthog, a magical creature that can only be found in Africa.

This displeased Harry.

However, he took Ludo's instructions to himself, and simply shaved the hair of the Tebo warthog, took a random pound of blood, and let it go.

The tall creature, as small as its teeth, fled in a panic and disappeared in the blink of an eye—a unique magical ability that allows it to become invisible in the face of danger or in battle.

Its blood is one of the important materials for boiling invisibility potions.

While many wizards often use its skin for things like amulets or shields, Harry has dragon skins and the carapace of fried snails, so there is no need for its skin.

After he had gone deep into the labyrinth and walked through a straight and narrow path, he finally met an interesting creature.

A lion with a woman's head.

Looking at its size, as well as its long mane on its chest, there is no doubt that its gender is "male".

Sphinx.

An ancient, powerful creature.

"The first little wizard." It spoke, a woman's head, and a hoarse, deep male voice, "When you see me, it means you're close to your goal." ”

"You can find a new path."

"You can also choose the fastest way, and that is to go through me."

It rose from the ground and blocked the way completely: "You should have heard of the legend of the Sphinx, and if you want to pass me, you have to guess my riddle." ”

"There's only one chance."

"If you don't guess, I'll pounce, of course I won't kill you, I'll pronounce you the failure of this project before I bite you to death."

"If you guess, I'll let you go."

Outside the labyrinth.

Ludo stepped on the stool, raised his hand, and glanced at the time.

Although he was delayed for some time at the tail snail, Harry only took the wrong way two or three times, and the creatures that stood in the way were easily solved by him.

It's only been thirteen minutes.

His voice was even more excited: "The audience may not know, but I can tell you that there is only one Sphinx left between Mr. Potter and the top three trophies. ”

"This magical creature from West Asia is famous for making it difficult for passers-by to guess riddles."

"But we all know that Mr. Potter has a talent for puzzle solving!"

"The second round of the golden egg puzzle, he even took only one day."

"It's almost fair to say that Mr. Potter has won the top three."

His face was unusually ugly.

Karkaroff and Maxim pouted, and even Dumbledore was a little displeased—he had always hated this kind of person who was dominated by desires, but could not dominate them.

The three schools of witchcraft and wizardry, as well as Gryffindor and Slytherin, banded together to boo Ludo.

But the voices of disgust did not affect him in any way, and his voice was still excited, as if with the crisp and pleasant sound of the impact of the golden gallons: "Let us see Miss Delacour and Mr. Krum again." ”

"They have a good idea."

"It's just that the maze is very dangerous, only strong enough warriors can come and go freely in the maze, and after thirteen minutes, they haven't been able to finish exploring the road."

"Perhaps, when they have finally laid the trap after all the hard work, they may find that Mr. Potter has come out of the maze with the top three trophies and become the ultimate winner."

And, he wanted to get a lot of gold gallons.

In the labyrinth, the Sphinx slouched and lay down again, it still did not feel any danger from the little wizard: "How is it, little wizard, have you made your choice?" ”

Harry spoke slowly, "Well, I'll give you a debut title first." ”

The Sphinx tilted his head to look at him, his expression a little pitiful.

"You say, it's the wand that hurts you?" Harry raised his wand and raised the Gryffindor sword in his other hand, "It still hurts when the sword slashes you." ”

The Sphinx was stunned.

It immediately flicked its fur to its feet, hunched over Harry, its whip-like tail hanging silently, the hairs on its tip brushing the ground.

Dangerous!

The little wizard who was obviously harmless to humans and animals just now has become extremely dangerous at this moment.

What's going on with those eyes?

Harry stabbed the Gryffindor sword back into the Sorting Hat and pulled out the serpentbone sword, "If you don't like that sword, I have a sword for you to choose from." ”

Sen Bai's bone sword exuded an oozing aura on it.

The Sphinx took two steps back and stared at the sword incredulously and in amazement: "This is. Basilisk bone? ”

As a creature of West Asia, the Sphinx is all too familiar with the basilisk.

The first basilisk was born in that region of West Asia - the inventor of the basilisk, the famous dark wizard in history, the despicable Hypor is the ancient Greek wizard.

"My sophomore booty." Harry's tone was calm.

The Sphinx took a few more steps back.

It is a dangerous creature, comparable to a basilisk.

It's bigger than the gap between the red hat and it.

The basilisk doesn't answer its riddles, only how to swallow them.

"By the way, I'm in the fourth grade." Harry kindly reminded it.

The Sphinx was silent for a while, and then suddenly raised his paw and patted it: "Congratulations, little wizard, the correct answer to the puzzle I want to come up with is "Fourth grade this year", you have already learned to answer it!" ”

"I'll let you go now."

It stood up, straightening its two front legs, making way for a wide passage as much as possible.

Harry didn't rush to leave, staring at the trembling hind legs of the Sphinx, and said thoughtfully: "I remember, the heart of the Sphinx is a good potion material?" ”

"No, you can't!" The Sphinx stared at him and shook his head in a panic, "Your Ministry of Magic said it would keep me safe. ”

"It's going to be a big problem!"

Harry was still looking at him.

Outside the labyrinth, Ludo and the Ministry of Magic officials couldn't sit still.

Is it going to be a repeat of the first round of tragedy?

Even if they rushed in now, they wouldn't have time to stop him.

"Forget it, I promised Mr. Bagman." Harry sighed.

Inside and outside the labyrinth, several creatures breathed a long sigh of relief.

"But can we leave a contact information?" Harry spoke enthusiastically, waving his wand, parchment and quill flying out of his sorting hat, writing down a list of addresses that floated into the Sphinx's sideburns, "Contact during the summer holidays." ”

The Sphinx chuckled dryly.

Harry crossed it and continued to walk inside.

The Sphinx fell to the ground, its hind legs could not support it for a long time, and it relied on a belief in survival.

4K~, no tonight, I'll work hard tomorrow!

(End of chapter)