Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Unlike Maca, the path Harry took 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 darkening every minute.

There seemed to be nothing on the road he chose, and even the tentacles of the thorns of doom hadn't been stretched out--the surroundings were a little secretive.

"Fluorescence flickers!"

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

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

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

"Why is my'treasure' Ron?" He murmured while looking back nervously, "If it's autumn, it would be fine..."

Yes, that's right!When Harry finally opened his box on the top of the Astronomy Tower and took out the magic card, a chess piece of the wizard's chess 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—there was North!

But what use is 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 saw a cross-shaped branching road again. He hesitated and chose the one on the left.

"How is this going?"

Harry didn't know why this happened, but the unimpeded 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, "How come there are such big snails--I managed to escape!"

Fleur looked a little scared, she thought for a while, passed by Harry, and rushed straight forward.She seemed bent on pushing the fried snails farther away.

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

"That's..." Her voice trembled, but she forcibly kept herself calm.

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 by 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 was still terrifying, but it made Harry feel a little inexplicably relaxed...

He knows what to do!

Harry tried his best to think of the happiest thing, and focused desperately on imagining going 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 seem to have seen it many times..." He immediately thought of 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 a loud noise, blue smoke exploded on the first floor,

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

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

Maybe it was because of Harry's outstanding performance, or it could be because of 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, let Harry say inadvertently.

"Go this way...I think it should be this way..." Furong 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, those doom thorns never attacked Harry and the others once.Logically, this was enough to make Harry wary.

However, not to mention that he is now fascinated by the beautiful girl in front of him, even if there is no Furong, it is difficult for him to 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 took each step forward, the surrounding light seemed to weaken even more, and everything seemed to be gradually eroded by endless darkness.

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

"Fried snails?"

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

Its long stinging needles 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 little more sober than before.

"Fainted."

The tip of Harry's rod emitted a series of fires, and they bounced back after they hit the hard carapace of the snail.

Fortunately, Harry dodged 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 snails spewed out a burst of flame from the tail, accompanied by a strong counter-thrust, 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 effective.

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

The effectiveness 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 are so brave!" Fleur looked ruddy, she was dragged by Harry and ran all the way, but she still praised Harry for his leisure and elegance.

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

Feeling overwhelmed, Harry chose to keep running and running so that he didn't have to deal with Furong-it must be more embarrassing than inviting Qiu to be his dance partner.

As he ran fast while pulling Fleur, Harry suddenly felt his actions slow down-this feeling was as if his whole body was soaked in thick mud, his speed suddenly Just slower than a tortoise...

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

"what happened?"

This feeling was as if he himself had been hit by an obstacle curse, and it was as if time was being drawn out of this space a little bit. It was inexplicably weird.

Harry bowed his head laboriously and looked at the ground. The dim surroundings made him hardly see what was under his feet.

However, he felt that something soft and slimy was creeping under his feet.

"Bone to pieces!"

With a weird sound like a jelly pudding bursting, Harry felt that he was free again.The next moment, he lost his balance and fell to the ground with a splash.

It should be a kind of creature, but Harry didn't know what kind of creature it was. He only knew that his plight 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, and she was flattering in her eyes.

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

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 and took 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 hotness ignited, as if he was going to ignite the whole body and burn him to ashes!

"Faint!"

At the moment when Harry's consciousness gradually dissipated, he barely held his wand deep inside, 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..."

While muttering, she quickly stepped back, 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 hell is that... This is terrible..." He said with lingering fear, "Oh, it's terrible... But why does it feel a bit comfortable?"