The final result came out, and nearly half of the almost sixteen or seventy young wizards in the two grades chose to give up, among which Hufflepuff and Slytherin House had the most people, followed by Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor chose to give up the least.

This result was not unexpected, Amosta quickly divided the young wizards who signed their names, and counted them carefully, there were ten groups of people in the first year, and a little more in the second year, a total of twenty-one people.

Harry and Draco stood next to each other with dark faces, looking at each other with disgust.

"If you're willing to get down on your knees and beg me now, Potter, when you're stuffed in the mouth by some monster, I might have the mercy to pick up your pieces of flesh and return the mud to you..., you silly hat friend, so they can at least have something to remember you!"

Malfoy said with the corners of his mouth curled up viciously.

"I'm surprised, Malfoy,"

Harry, whose 'dream' came true, stared at Malfoy's grey eyes without showing weakness,

"I thought I wouldn't even be able to walk steadily after leaving your two big men!"

At this time, Amosta, who was busy with the grouping, returned to the door of the classroom, "Time is precious, everyone, have you volunteered to stand up and take the lead?" ”

No one spoke, and the little wizards, who had exhausted their courage, stared at their toes, not daring to look into Professor Blaine's eyes.

"Since that's the case..."

Amosta, who had been looking around twice but couldn't get a response, was a little disappointed, he looked at Harry and Malfoy, who were struggling with each other, and smiled happily,

"Now, let's ask Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy to show you their dazzling courage and wisdom!"

When it came, Harry regretted that he had signed the contract on impulse, he turned his head and found that Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all looking at him worriedly at the back of the line, and in order not to worry too much, Harry forced himself to smile more like a wry smile, and then, in full view of everyone, he took a deep breath and reached the doorknob.

"Is that the one..."

Malfoy's expression was no longer vitriol, and he was short of breath and looked at Amosta, almost pleading, hoping for some hints.

Amosta ignored Malfoy's gaze for help, and only raised his voice slightly to look at Harry, who was twisting the handle,

"Dark creatures mostly don't like light, Potter, it might be a little dark in the room, be careful not to wrestle--"

If it weren't for the cheers of Hermione and Ron coming from outside the door, and if it weren't for the fact that Malfoy, who was struggling in behind him, hadn't completely closed the door, Harry wouldn't even be sure if he was still in the castle!

He looked at the room in front of him dumbfoundedly, racking his brain to recall every spell he had learned or heard of, thinking about which spell could turn an ordinary classroom into a circular labyrinth the size of a Quidditch pitch!

Click---

When Malfoy closed the door, the light and sound outside were immediately completely cut off, and the space in the classroom immediately took on a rainy day, and the sun was about to set in the dimness and obscurity.

The air was filled with cold smoke and the stench of rotting pieces of meat that Harry had smelled at Nick's death party, and there was no sound of speaking, except for the faint ticking of drops of water against the brown slate.

Under these circumstances, Harry's vision was greatly restricted, and he did not dare to move forward, only holding his wand and pointing tremblingly ahead, trying to open his eyes to see more.

Fear and uncertainty made Malfoy temporarily let go of his hatred for Harry, and unconsciously, he took small steps to Harry's side, and his tone of voice was no longer arrogant.

"What do you think awaits us, Potter?"

"I know as much as you do, Malfoy." Harry's tone wasn't so impulsive, his gaze didn't falter for a moment, and he tried to penetrate the thin mist that filled the air in front of him.

"Come here, Draco--"

At this moment, a gloomy voice came from behind the fog, which was familiar to both of them, and the appearance of this voice immediately restored Malfoy's senses, and also made Harry's uneasy heart sink to the bottom.

"And you, Potter, do you want to survive these ten minutes by grinding, unfortunately, as long as I don't announce the beginning and the end, you'll have to stay in this house forever!"

Snape said in a tone of extreme disgust, but Harry was used to it, and even, in this strange and hidden unknown danger, he even felt that Snape's dislike was a little kind!

"Professor, are you here to show me how to defeat the dark creatures behind the walls?"

Malfoy ran to the entrance to the labyrinth, looked at the professor who cared for him the most in the school, and asked happily,

"Can you tell me what's in there, and what tricks I have to deal with it..."

"You're on your own, Draco, Professor Bryan also made me sign a magical contract and wouldn't let me reveal anything."

Thinking of the process of being forced to sign by the friendly Amosta, Snape kept a calm face, and what he said next also made Malfoy's face disappear with joy.

"Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Blaine have placed me here to minimize the casualty rate of this dangerous project..."

Snape looked at Harry, who was five feet away from him, looking uneasily at the entrance to the labyrinth, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips, and he said in the same light and fluttering voice as he usually used in class,

"But you know, Draco, sometimes I might not have time to snatch both of you back from the monster's jaws if danger strikes suddenly..."

Harry knew that Snape's words were actually said to himself, and if he and Malfoy were in danger at the same time, it was clear who Snape would save first!

"Professor--"

Harry pretended not to understand what Snape meant, and pointed his wand at a puddle of viscous brown liquid slowly dripping to the ground on the wall at the entrance to the right of the labyrinth, and the voice was so sharp that he didn't even notice it.

"That's... Could it be, it's blood..."

Hiss!

Harry's guidance made Malfoy notice this, and he gasped and turned to run towards the door in a panic, but Snape grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Professor Bryan's magical contract is very restrictive, once you sign it, you can't give it up, Draco, your father won't be happy to see you become a Squib..."

..........

In any case, since stepping into this classroom, there was no room for regret, no matter how scared they were, Harry and Draco still chose an entrance under Snape's stern gaze, and Ai Ai walked into this ominous and deathly labyrinth, and the desolate and helpless figure quickly disappeared into the darkness that wanted to be devoured...