Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 260: Trophy Ownership

Malfoy walked slowly on the empty road alone, without encountering obstacles for the time being. Since he chose the side road at the first intersection, he seemed to be unimpeded all the way since then, without encountering A trap.

The dense hedge swayed constantly under the cold wind, and rustled when it collided, bringing a chilly atmosphere.

Every minute in the maze is getting darker. At this time, the sky above his head turns into a slightly chaotic turquoise color. Some distant visions can be seen before, but now it is sharply compressed. Restricted to a very narrow distance, it seems that a layer of mist is constantly dispersing in the maze.

A whistling wind rustled suddenly from behind Malfoy, as if something was approaching quickly.

It's fried snails!

Hagrid no longer serves as a teacher at Hogwarts, but has been better performed. As for the violent creature, the snail-tailed snail was still crossed under his hands.

It even serves as a guard for a certain function of Azkaban today.

And today, it is also used in projects that test the abilities of the warriors. Whether the warriors are prepared or caught off guard, it is quite tricky.

The fried snail is a peculiar creature. It is obtained from the hybridization of a lionhead and a fire crab. It is cruel in nature and likes to kill each other among the same species. This reminds Malfoy of some gu worms.

Of course, only one gu worm will form after the fight, and the fried snails can maintain a certain number in the end.

Their growth cycle is also quite short. In just one year, they can grow from the size of an ordinary large lobster to a ten-foot giant.

The thorns on their backs are arched, very dangerous and indescribable, they look like a giant scorpion with stinging needles rolled on their backs. Their hard armor can reflect magic spells, spraying them at the enemy with explosive flames. The only thing it is defenseless is that its abdomen, which is not protected by a piece of armor, is also very tightly protected.

Scorching waves of air ejected from the tail of the snail, making a crackling sound, like a giant beast that had chosen people to eat, condensed into a solid form, and rushed towards Malfoy swiftly.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

The raging flames were extinguished in an instant by the condensed columns of water in the air, and they shot towards the flaming tail of the snail.

This didn't seem to have had any effect. The water flow directly touched the flames, and part of it splashed into the surrounding mud, and then there was a "pop" sound, and the momentum of the flame on the tail was temporarily reduced. , But suddenly rose again, the snail squirming frantically, and struggling to crawl in the direction of Malfoy.

He was irritated. This small creature was uneasy to make his food, so he dared to resist.

But it was only then that it was shocked that its feet were sunken in the mud. The crawling footsteps he provided were now firmly attached to the sticky muddy dungeon. The lifting of the feet involved countless long and slippery things. silk.

It seems that the more struggling, the tighter it becomes and the more it sinks.

The mud and the water flow derived from the "clear water like a spring" just now are stirred and mixed together, and it becomes similar to the mud in the jungle,

Falling, falling, that huge body became a huge burden at this time, and this snail finally sank into the depths of the earth.

Also, Malfoy just watched it coldly, and wasn't complacent about it.

A creature without wisdom will always fight brainlessly. Once caught on the weakness and flaws, they cannot resist and let others slaughter them.

Its instinct tells it that as long as it does not expose its weakness in the abdomen to the opponent, it will be safe, but it does not know that the environment is also a weapon that can kill people.

After solving the problem, Malfoy continued to walk to the front of the maze. The darker and thicker darkness gave people reason to believe that he was approaching the center of the maze.

"Show me the way!" Malfoy walked for a while, suddenly flicked his wand, and found that not far from him, the top three cups were shining alluringly on the base a hundred meters away, and then he Also saw a figure.

It was Harry Potter. He rushed over from another direction, closer to the trophy, staring a little breathlessly at the tri-final cup that symbolized the glory of the champion.

He also saw Malfoy’s face, with the help of the "fluorescent spell" at the tip of his wand

"It looks like a coincidence. The final fight is between the two of us." Malfoy clapped his hands, expressionless, and said lightly.

Harry ignored him. On the contrary, he immediately began to pull his legs up and ran towards the Goblet of Fire, and he wanted to win the championship first.

Harry had been guarding against Malfoy's sneak attack during this process, but was surprised to find that the boy didn't mean to stop him at all.

Ask yourself, if he is behind, he will definitely thwart his opponent

He didn't have time to think about the anomaly, because the ecstasy in his heart dazzled his head.

At this moment, his gaze shifted to the trophy that was close at hand. In the light of the trophy, he was in a trance, as if he saw himself holding it out of the maze. He raised the top three cups high, with the cheers of the crowd in his ears; he saw that Qiu's face was filled with admiration, and it was clearer than before... Then the illusion disappeared, and when he reacted, he was already one step ahead. Holding this cup.

"Goodbye." He saw Malfoy's mouth suddenly show a mysterious smile not far away, and said to him.

The moment he grabbed the handle, Harry suddenly felt as if the back of his belly button was being pulled. His legs left the ground, but he couldn't let go of the hand holding the top three cup~IndoMTL.com~ It dragged him to fly forward between the whistling wind and the whirling colors.

Malfoy looked at the ground where the Goblet of Fire had been placed. It was now empty, as if Harry and the glass had never been there.

He muttered to himself: "I have done everything I can, now it's up to you."

While Harry was blindly immersed in the joy of victory, a feeling of turning around came from his nerves. He felt his stomach churn, as if he would vomit out at any time, and his ears were sharp. The wind hurts.

After a while, he felt his feet hit the ground, his legs softened, and after rolling on the ground for a few laps, he fell to the ground and finally let go of the top three cups. He raised his head and looked around, only to find a few dead trees, and the ground was also piled up with gravel and dirt

Then heard an extremely cruel and penetrating voice coming from not far away, and Harry even heard a little joy in it.

"Avada Suo Ming!"

A faint green light and shadow shot towards his location impartially.