Harry walked in a passage about ten feet wide, with dappled walls and ceilings on the left and right sides.

It was even darker than it had been before, and the only glimmer of light was enough to make a finger visible, and Harry remembered that he could make some light with his wand because he had hit a wall as he turned.

The surroundings were quiet enough to make people hear their own heartbeats, and in the dark and endless corridor, there was a cloud of white mist floating from time to time, which looked a bit like the fluorescence emitted by the ghost.

The labyrinth looked like a miraculous remnant buried deep underground, the water stains on the walls nourished the large patches of turquoise moss growing in the corners, and the dark brown tiles became extremely slippery, and in order to avoid falling, Harry moved completely one step at a time, like a crab.

The road behind him quickly disappeared into the darkness, and the road ahead was still confused, and Harry, whose face was pale, had to admit that this labyrinth, which had an atmosphere similar to that of a tomb, was the most terrifying place he had ever seen in his life!

"Could it be that Professor Bryan once explored this labyrinth himself?"

The ethereal silence and panic made it hard to fathom how quickly time passed, and Harry felt like he had been wandering through this seemingly endless labyrinth for an hour, but in reality, he might have been in for less than two minutes.

"At least, you can't lose to Malfoy--"

Harry pursed his lips as he resisted the desire to turn around and continue to explore.

The area under the fluorescent glow emitted by the wand is a cookie-cutter scene, and it is this kind of boring and boring picture that invisibly spurs a person's imagination of the picture of fear to the extreme, Harry can't imagine what Ron or Hermione will be like after entering this labyrinth, and Neville, I'm afraid he will faint here...

"This kind of hellish place... Could it be that Professor Bryan deceived everyone... He just wants to scare everyone out of this eerie labyrinth? ”

The thought popped into Harry's mind after gritting his teeth for a while, but never meeting any breathing creatures, but considering Professor Bryan's style of acting, he didn't think it was very likely.

The surroundings became more eerie, and through the glow of his wand, Harry could see that every breath he breathed formed a condensed fog in the air, and it felt like he had stepped into a cold room.

Tick-tock, tick-tock---

The further he went, the humidity of the air grew, and Harry's hair was stained with countless fine droplets.

Eventually, a different scene appeared on the road ahead, and Harry's heart was pounding, and the only thing he could feel safe now was the wand in his hand and the cold, hard wall.

"Whew.... It turned out to be just a small river..."

It wasn't until Harry finally saw what was on the ground that the hanging heart finally let go.

In the not-so-wide corridor, a ten-foot-wide aqueduct stretched across the ground, completely blocking Harry's path.

Why did Professor Bryan make a little canal here?

In the darkness, Harry stood on the embankment and carefully looked at the river with dark green algae, a large rotting log floating in the middle, and the smell of a stinky ditch.

The path was still lost in the darkness, and Harry had a hunch that Snape would stand out of sight waiting to see him laugh, and as soon as he took a step back, he would immediately jump out and announce with that disgusting sneer that he had lost the 'battle of courage' with Malfoy!

The symbol of courage Gryffindor lost to the Slytherin House in a battle of courage, and Harry felt that he would rather drown in the river in front of him than face such a 'terrible' end.

Call!

Harry let out a heavy breath and made up his mind that he couldn't stop here, no matter what!

Ten feet wasn't an easy distance to jump over, but Harry, the youngest Seeker at Hogwarts in the last hundred years, covered in motion germs, wasn't a difficult task, and he fixed his eyes on the rotten piece of wood in the middle of the canal that had squeezed the algae open.

"Professor Bryan got a piece of wood here to help us cross the river—"

Thinking so, Harry took two steps back and took a deep breath, then took a leap of strength and stomped heavily on the 'wood' in mid-air, leaping easily over the canal.

Perhaps because of the proximity to the current, it was colder than the road he had explored before, and inexplicably, Harry always felt that danger was approaching, so when he reached the other side of the canal, he continued to walk without looking back, and the figure quickly disappeared nearby.

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

The vapor in the air liquefied into droplets of water when it met a wall as hot as an ice cube, and smashed into the middle of the canal, disturbing the 'wood' that Harry was using as a pedal to float in the water, and the 'wood' floated to the side under the action of the water ripples, and soon touched the bank of the canal.

No one noticed, in the infinite darkness, a hand of color and pure white marble suddenly emerged from the water and buckled to the solid ground....

The environment in the labyrinth is not unchanging, in addition to the winding and twisting passages, there are also some small rooms with semi-circular high domes, I don't know what the use is?

With a quick glance at the first step into the classroom, and a vague recollection of the route and direction he had taken, Harry judged that he had probably reached the center of the labyrinth, which made him slightly happy, for at least in terms of the speed at which he was moving forward, he was slightly better than Malfoy!

Now, there was a straight corridor in front of him, and Harry held up his wand so that the glow from the tip of the wand could find farther away, but nothing new within thirty feet of me, except that a few paces away, a large broken hole appeared in the ceiling, and the hole was also dark.

"Where the hell did Professor Bryan find this kind of place--"

Having made it to this point, Harry was almost convinced that Professor Blaine had probably recreated an area he had visited, and that this kind of complex and detailed labyrinth could not be made entirely by imagination.

Thinking of this, Harry's mind was reminded of Professor Blaine's young and handsome face, and the smile that always wore on his face that did not seem to be disturbed by any accidents, and Harry, who thought he knew a little about Professor Blaine, suddenly realized that he had never seen his true face under the veil of mystery.

Harry, who had grown accustomed to the darkness and silence, walked much more briskly than before.

He became more and more convinced that Professor Bryan had gone to great lengths to get out of this gloomy labyrinth, just to test everyone's mettle, and that the words in the hallway and the magic contract he had taken out were just to make them nervous.

Come to think of it, the heirs of Slytherin have only petrified Filch's cat and Colin and Justin so far, but just like that, up to Headmaster Dumbledore, down to the professors of every discipline, are nervous enough, if they really follow Professor Blaine's scares, the little wizards may be killed and injured, then I'm afraid no one can afford such serious consequences.

Thinking about this, the oppressive and lonely atmosphere around him became much more friendly, Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Cunning Professor Blaine!"

Harry muttered, he hadn't forgotten that Professor Bryan had given each group a 10-minute 'time to break through', and if he hadn't left the maze by then, he would have been judged a failure along with Malfoy, and even if he had advanced more in the 'maze exploration', he would have nothing to be proud of.

Many thoughts flashed through Harry's mind, such as why he couldn't see any trace of Malfoy until now, for example, whether Snape would break the rules and secretly show Malfoy a more convenient way through the labyrinth... From what he knew about Snape, it wasn't impossible.

Thinking of this, Harry was a little impatient again, he rubbed his sore right shoulder, and was about to speed up and get out of here as soon as possible, but just before Harry took a step, a shrill roar full of fear came from the gloom ahead, and Harry's face turned pale again!