Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 190: Different hibiscus

Unlike Maca, the path Harry chose was obviously a bit bad.

The game has just begun, and Bagman's whistle is almost still in his ears, but he found that the maze seems to be dimming every minute.

There seems to be nothing on the road he chose, not even the tentacles of the thorns of doom stretched out—the surroundings were a little secretive.

"Fluorescence blinking!"

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

Suddenly, Harry turned around abruptly and looked behind him. It seemed to him that someone was watching him in secret, but there was nothing behind him.

Of course, there are obviously more bad things. In this project, what made Harry feel most depressed was his "treasure".

"Why is my ‘treasure’ Ron?" He looked back nervously while muttering, "If it’s autumn, it would be fine..."

Yes, that's right! When Harry finally opened his box on the top of the Astronomical Tower and took out the magic card, a piece of the wizard's chess piece appeared-it was obviously the one Ron often carried with him. He would never read that one wrong.

Harry shook his head suddenly, setting aside the useless things. He pinned his wand on his palm and said softly: "Show me the way."

The wand spun, and designated the dense hedge to his right—that's North!

But what's the use of this? He didn't even know where Ron was hidden. What's the use of knowing where the north is?

The road ahead was empty, and Harry once again saw a cross-shaped fork in the road. He hesitated and chose the one on the left.

"What is going on?"

Harry didn't know why this happened, but the unobstructed flow made him panic. Something should be encountered now. The labyrinth seemed to be tempting him with a false appearance of safety.

Suddenly, he heard movement behind him, and quickly waved his wand to prepare for self-defense, but the light from the wand was the Lotus who hurriedly ran out of the road on the right.

She looked humble, and there were still wisps of smoke from the corners of her clothes.

"Fried snails!" she yelled in panic, "Why are there such big snails--I managed to escape!"

Furong looked a little scared, she thought for a while, passed by Harry, and rushed straight forward. She seemed obsessed with pushing the snails farther away.

However, without running a few steps, she stopped again and quickly stepped back.

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

Harry took two steps forward, looking over Fleur's shoulders and necks.

Then he saw...a dementor was slowly drifting towards them, twelve feet tall, with a hood covering his face, and his rotten, crusted hands stretched out stiffly.

It touched this side based on feeling, and the corpse-like hands seemed to touch their faces, and they could even hear the gasps in its throat.

A cold and slippery sensation hit Harry and Fleur. This feeling is still so terrifying, but it makes Harry feel a little inexplicably relaxed...

He knows what he should do!

Harry tried his best to think of the happiest thing, concentrating desperately on imagining the scene of walking out of the maze and celebrating with Ron, Maca, and Hermione, while raising the wand in his hand.

"Call God to guard!"

A silver stag jumped out of Harry's wand and ran towards the dementor. The dementor took two steps backwards, and was tripped by its robe—Harry had never seen a dementor fall!

"No, I have seen it many times..." He immediately remembered the miserable ways those dementors were in Maca's hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Don't move!" He followed the silver patron saint, "You are a Bogut! Funny!"

With an explosion, blue smoke on the first floor exploded, and the silver deer disappeared.

"Oh—you are amazing!" Furong clapped her hands happily.

"No...it's nothing..." Harry smiled embarrassedly.

Perhaps because of Harry's outstanding performance, or for other reasons, Fleur naturally moved forward with Harry.

Harry felt a little restless in his heart.

But to be honest, the intangible charm of Furong seemed to be more intense, the kind of aggressive attraction that was completely different from the past, made Harry talk inadvertently.

"Go this way...I think it should be this way..." Fleur said quietly, pulling up Harry's sleeves.

"Oh, you're right, it's this way..." Harry faintly took Furong on a darker and deeper road.

Along the way, the thorns of doom did not attack Harry and the others even once. Logically, this was enough to make Harry vigilant.

However, not to mention that he is now fascinated by the beautiful girl in front of him, even if there is no Furong, he can hardly detect this abnormality.

After all, he didn't know from the beginning that the thorns of doom would launch a sneak attack on pedestrians passing by.

As they take a step forward, the surrounding light seems to weaken even more, and everything seems to be gradually eroded by endless darkness.

The fluorescent light of the wand flickered, and his deformed shadow twisted and flickered on the intertwined wall of thorns. They turned another turn, but ran into a huge one head-on—

"Fried snails?"

Yes, another deep-fried snail-what Furong said just now is true, it is really big! Apparently, it was ten feet long and looked like a ferocious giant scorpion.

Its long sting needle curled up on its back, and its thick armor gleamed under the fluorescent light of Harry's wand. Probably because of this fried snail, Harry seemed to be a bit more awake than before.

"Fainted."

Harry's stick gave off a series of flames, and when they hit the hard carapace of the snail, they actually bounced back.

Fortunately, Harry was hiding fast, but he could smell the burnt odor of his hair—the light that bounced back just now passed by the top of his head!

At this moment, the snail blasted out a blast of flame from its tail, accompanied by a strong counter-thrust, and it leaped towards Harry.

"There are so many obstacles!" Harry shouted.

But obviously, the effect of the obstacle spell is not very good. Although the speed of the snail's impact has slowed down, it is obviously not enough to stop it.

Harry staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground, "There are so many obstacles!"

The snails stopped moving only a few inches from him-he hit its unprotected abdomen, this time the obstacle curse was very effective.

Harry panted and got up, pulling Fleur to run desperately in the opposite direction.

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

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

Harry didn't know exactly what he should answer. He only felt that his heart was turbulent, as if a hand was constantly plucking his heartstrings.

Under a bewildered mood, Harry chose to keep running and running so that he didn't have to deal with Fleur-it must be more embarrassing than inviting Qiu to be his dance partner.

While he was running fast while pulling Fleur, Harry suddenly felt his actions slow down--it felt like he was soaked in thick mud. The speed is suddenly slower than a tortoise...

A sudden fear climbed into Harry's heart, and suppressed all the commotion in his mind.

"What's wrong?"

This feeling is as if he himself has been hit by an obstacle curse, and it is as if time is being pulled out of this space a little bit, which is inexplicably weird.

Harry lowered his head laboriously and looked at the ground. The dim environment made him almost blind to what was under his feet.

It's just that, he felt something soft and squishy under his feet.

"Bone to pieces!"

With the weird sound of a jelly pudding popping, Harry felt like he was free again~IndoMTL.com~ The next moment, he lost his balance, thumped and fell to the ground.

It should be a kind of creature, but Harry didn't know what kind of creature it was. He only knew that his dilemma was temporarily solved.

However, Furong, who was standing beside him, had a faint irritation flashing across her face.

"Oh—you're so amazing!" She spoke again, glamorous as she looked and looked forward.

But the next second, a scream suddenly sounded, it was a clear and sweet voice.

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

"That's..." Harry let go abruptly, and withdrew a few steps in horror, "Furong?"

"Tsk!"

The "Furong" in front of Harry slammed his tongue impatiently, and Harry felt a blur in front of him. And between his chest and abdomen, a kind of inexplicable heat ignited, as if he was going to ignite his whole body and burn it to ashes!

"Fainted!"

In a moment when Harry's consciousness gradually faded, he barely managed to reach the depths of his wand, and a series of flames shot out, knocking the "fake hibiscus" back several steps.

"Damn it!" The other party shook the hit shoulder angrily, and said angrily, "If Dumbledore didn't let the old lady move the real thing, you have to let you little guy try something new today..."

She muttered, and quickly backed away, and soon disappeared into the endless darkness.

On the other end, Harry clutched his head and shook it for a while, only to wake up slightly from his trance.

"What the **** is that...it's terrible..." he said with lingering fear, "Oh, it's terrible...but why does it feel a little comfortable?"