Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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 have been unimpeded all the way without encountering a trap.

The dense hedges swayed constantly under the cold wind, and rustled when they collided, bringing a gloomy atmosphere.

The maze was darkening every minute. At this time, the sky above his head turned into a slightly chaotic turquoise color. Before, he could still see some distant visions, but now it has been sharply compressed and restricted to a very low level. In the narrow distance, there seems to be a layer of mist that 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 is no longer a teacher at Hogwarts, but has been better played. As for the violent creature, the snail-fried snail was still crossed under his hands.

Even as the guard of a certain function of 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 seems quite tricky.

Fried snails are a strange creature. It is a hybrid between a lionhead and a fire crab. It is cruel and likes to kill each other. This reminds Malfoy of some 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 up, very dangerous and indescribable, they look like a giant scorpion with a sting needle rolled on their backs.Their hard armor can reflect magic spells and spray 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.

The scorching air wave sprayed from the tail of the snail with a crackling sound, like a behemoth 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 turned towards the flaming tail of the snail.

This did not seem to have had any effect. The water flow directly touched the flames, and part of it splashed into the surrounding mud. Then there was a sound of "boom", and the momentum of the flame on the tail was temporarily reduced, but again Suddenly ascending, the snails twisted their body frantically, struggling to crawl towards Malfoy.

He was irritated, this small creature was uneasy to make his food, and even dared to resist.

But it was only then surprised that it had already sunk its feet 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 smooth silk threads.

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 stirred and mixed together, turning it into a mud swamp in the jungle.

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

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

Creatures without wisdom will always fight brainlessly. Once they are caught on their weaknesses and flaws, they cannot resist and let others kill them.

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

After solving the problem, Malfoy continued to walk forward 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 saw it. A figure.

That 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 up his legs and ran towards the Goblet of Goblet. 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.

His gaze shifted to the trophy 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, which 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 who was not far away suddenly showed a mysterious smile, and said to him.

The moment he grasped 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 cups. 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 Goblet had never been there.

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

And when Harry was blindly immersed in the joy of victory, a sensation of the sky spinning came from his nerves. He felt his stomach churn, as if he would spit out at any time, and his ears were blown by the sharp wind. It hurts.

After a while, he felt his feet hit the ground and his legs softened. 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 he heard an extremely cruel and penetrating voice coming from not far away, and Harry even heard a little joy in it.

"Killing Curse!"

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