Malfoy was walking slowly on the empty road alone, and he encountered no obstacles for the time being. Since he chose the last fork at the first intersection, it seemed that the road went smoothly without encountering a trap.
The dense hedges swayed constantly under the blowing of the cold wind, making a rustling sound when they collided, bringing a chilly atmosphere.
Every minute in the maze was getting darker. At this time, the sky above his head turned a slightly chaotic blue color. Before, he could still see some distant vision, but now it was sharply compressed and limited to a very small area. In the narrow distance, it seems that there is a layer of fog that keeps spreading in the maze.
A whistling wind suddenly blew from Malfoy's back, as if something was rapidly approaching.
It's a snail!
Hagrid no longer served as a teacher at Hogwarts, but got better performance. As for the irascible creature, the snail, he was still hybridized under his hands.
Even as a guard of some effect in Azkaban today.
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.
Blast-tailed snails are a strange creature. It is a cross between a manticore and a fire crab. It is cruel by nature and likes to kill each other. This reminds Malfoy of some Gu insects.
Of course, only one of the Gu worms will take shape after the fight, while the fried-tailed snails can still 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 lobster to a ten-foot giant.
The thorns on their backs are arched, very dangerous and unspeakably disgusting, they look like a giant scorpion with a stinger wrapped around its back. Their armor reflects magical spells and blasts enemies with explosive flames. The only place it is defenseless is its abdomen, which is not protected by armor plates, and it is also well protected.
The scorching air wave jetted out from the tail of the snail, making a crackling sound, like a giant beast that chooses to eat people, condensed into a solid shape, and rushed towards Malfoy swiftly.
"Clear water is like a spring!"
The menacing flames were extinguished by the condensed water jets in the air in an instant, and turned towards the flaming tail of the snail.
This didn't seem to have any effect. The water flow was in direct contact with the flame, and part of it splashed into the surrounding mud, and then there was a "呲味" sound immediately, and the momentum of the flame on the tail temporarily decreased, but it disappeared again. Suddenly rising, the Blast-tailed snail twisted its body frantically, struggling to crawl towards Malfoy.
He was irritated, this small creature was not at ease to be his food, and dared to try to resist.
But only at this moment did it realize that its feet had sunk deep in the mud, and the crawling footsteps he had provided were firmly adhered to the sticky muddy ground. When the feet were lifted, countless long and slippery silk threads were drawn.
It seemed that the more he struggled, the tighter he entangled and the more he sank.
The soil was stirred and mixed with the water flow derived from a part of the "clear water like a spring" just now, turning into a quagmire like a jungle,
Falling, falling, the huge body became a huge burden at this time, and the snail finally sank to the depths of the ground.
And Malfoy just watched it coldly, and he wasn't complacent about it.
Creatures without intelligence will always fight mindlessly. Once their weaknesses and flaws are caught, they will be unable to resist and let others slaughter them.
Its instinct tells it that as long as it doesn't expose its abdominal weakness to the opponent, it will be safe, but it doesn't know that the environment is also a sharp weapon that can kill people.
After solving the obstacles, Malfoy continued to walk towards the front of the maze. The increasingly dense darkness gave people reason to believe that he was approaching the center of the maze.
"Show me the way!" Malfoy walked for a while, and suddenly flicked his wand, and found that not far from him, the Triwizard Cup was shining with a seductive light on the base a hundred meters away, and then he saw a figure.
That was Harry Potter, he rushed over from another direction, getting closer to the trophy, and stared at the Triwizard Cup not far away, which symbolized the glory of the champion.
He also saw Malfoy's face, through the effect of the "luminosity charm" on the tip of his wand
"It seems a coincidence that the final battle is between the two of us." Malfoy clapped his hands, said calmly with a blank face.
Harry ignored him. On the contrary, he immediately began to struggle with his legs and ran towards the Goblet of Fire. 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 have the slightest intention to stop him.
Ask yourself, if it's a situation where he's behind, surely he'll thwart his opponent too
He didn't have time to think about the anomalies, because the ecstasy that filled his heart went to his head.
At this time, his eyes moved to the trophy that was close at hand. In the light of the trophy, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw himself walking out of the maze holding it. He raised the tri-wild cup high, hearing the cheers of the crowd; he saw the admiration on Qiu's face, which was clearer than before... Then the illusion disappeared, and before he realized it, he had already grasped Qiu's hand. Live this cup.
"Goodbye." Not far away, he saw a mysterious smile suddenly appear on the corner of Malfoy's mouth, and said this to him.
The instant he grabbed the handle, Harry felt a jerk behind his navel. His legs left the ground, but he couldn't let go of the Triwizard Cup, which dragged him forward amidst howling winds and swirling colors.
Malfoy looked at the ground where the Goblet of Fire had been placed just now, it was now empty, as if Harry and the cup had never been there.
He murmured, "I've done everything I can, now it's up to you."
And when Harry was blindly immersed in the joy of victory, a sense of dizziness came from his nerves, he felt his stomach churning, as if he would spit it out at any time, and his ears were blown by the sharp wind It hurts.
After a while, he felt his feet hitting the ground, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground after rolling a few times on the ground, and finally let go of the Triwizard Cup. He raised his head and looked around, only to find a few dead trees, and the ground was also piled up with clods of gravel.
Then he heard an extremely cruel and penetrating voice not far away, and Harry even heard a little joy in it.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A dark green light and shadow shot towards his position impartially.