Chapter 190 A Different Kind of Hibiscus

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

The game had just started, and Bagman's whistle was still ringing in his ears, but he found that the maze seemed to be getting darker every minute.

There seemed to be nothing on the road he chose, not even the tentacles of the thorns of doom stretched out—the surroundings were a bit eerie.

"Fluorescent flickering!"

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

Suddenly, Harry turned sharply and looked behind him. He seemed to feel that someone was watching him secretly, but there was nothing behind him.

Of course, the bad things obviously don't stop there. In this project, the thing that frustrates Harry the most is his "treasure".

"Why is my 'treasure' Ron?" He looked back nervously and muttered under his breath, "I wish it was Cho..."

Yes, that's right! When Harry finally opened his box on the top of the Astronomy Tower and took out the magic card, a piece of wizard war chess appeared—that was obviously what Ron always carried with him That one, he will definitely not be wrong.

Harry shook his head suddenly, putting those useless things aside. He held his wand flat on the palm of his hand and whispered, "Show me the way."

A whirl of the wand designated the dense hedge to his right - and that was North!

But what's the use? He had no idea where Ron was hiding, so what was the use of knowing where the north was?

The road ahead was empty, Harry saw a cross-shaped branch road again, he hesitated, and chose the one on the left at random.

"How is this going?"

Harry didn't know why this was happening, it panicked him a little at how unobstructed it was. It should be something now. The labyrinth seemed to lure him with a false sense of security.

Suddenly, he heard movement behind him, and quickly swung his wand to defend himself, but the light of the wand illuminated Fleur who hurriedly ran out from the road on the right.

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

"The snail!" she yelled in panic, "how come there is such a big snail—I managed to escape!"

Fleur looked a little scared, she thought for a moment, passed by Harry, and rushed straight ahead. She seemed intent on throwing the Whelk farther away.

However, after not running a few steps, she stopped again and quickly stepped back.

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

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

Then he saw... a dementor drifting slowly toward them, twelve feet tall, hooded face, rotting scabbed hands stretched stiffly forward.

It moved towards this side by feeling, as if its mummy-like hands were about to touch their faces, and they could even hear the "cluck" gasp in its throat.

A cold and slippery feeling hit Harry and Fleur's whole body. This feeling was still terrifying, but it made Harry feel an inexplicable sense of relief...

He knows what to do!

Harry tried to think of the happiest thing, desperately concentrating on getting out of the maze and celebrating with Ron, Maca and Hermione, his wand raised.

"Call God to protect you!"

A silver stag jumped out of Harry's wand and ran towards the dementor. The dementor took two steps back and tripped over its robes - Harry had never seen a dementor fall before!

"No, I seem to have seen it many times..." He immediately remembered all the horrors of those dementors in Maca's hands, and the corner of his mouth twitched immediately.

"Hold on!" he followed the silver Patronus. "You're a Boggart! Funny!"

There was a bang, and blue smoke exploded on the first floor,

The silver deer disappeared.

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

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

Perhaps it was because of Harry's outstanding performance, or it may be because of other reasons, Fleur naturally moved forward with Harry.

Harry felt a little restless in his heart.

But to be honest, the invisible charm of Fleur seemed to be more intense. That kind of attractiveness was totally different from before and full of aggressiveness, which caught Harry inadvertently.

"This way...I think it should be this way..." Furong said faintly, pulling up Harry's sleeve.

"Oh, you're right, it's this way..." Harry took Fleur to a darker and deeper road in a daze.

Along the way, those doom thorns never attacked Harry and the others. Logically, this was enough to make Harry wary.

However, let alone the fact that he is fascinated by the beautiful girl in front of him right now, even without Fu Rong, it would be difficult for him to notice this abnormality at all.

After all, he didn't know from the beginning that the thorn of doom would launch a sneak attack on passers-by.

With each step they took, the light around them seemed to weaken a bit, and everything seemed to be gradually eroded by endless darkness.

The glow of the wand flickered, and his deformed shadow twisted and flickered on the wall made of thorns. They turned another corner, only to come face to face with a huge—

"Fried-tailed snails?"

Yes, another snail--Fleur was right, it was huge! From the looks of it, it was ten feet long, like a giant, vicious scorpion.

Its long stingers curled across its back, its thick armor gleaming in the fluorescent light of Harry's wand. Probably because of the snail, Harry seemed to be a little more sober than before.

"Dizzy."

The tip of Harry's wand emitted a series of flames, and they bounced back after hitting the hard carapace of the wreck.

Luckily, Harry dodged quickly, but he could smell the burning smell of his hair—the firelight that bounced back just now narrowly passed the top of his head!

At this moment, the wreck spouted a burst of flame from its tail, accompanied by a strong reverse thrust, it swooped towards Harry.

"There are obstacles!" Harry yelled.

But obviously, the effect of the Obstacle Curse was not very good. Although the speed of the blow-tailed snail's impact had slowed down, it was obviously not enough to stop it.

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

The snail came to a halt within inches of him - he hit its unshielded belly, and this time the blocking spell worked well.

Harry got up panting, pulled Fleur and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

The effect of the Obstacle Charm won't be very long, and the snail's legs and feet may move again at any time!

"Oh - you are so brave!" Fleur looked rosy, she was dragged by Harry and ran all the way, but she still praised Harry with leisure and elegance.

Harry didn't know what to answer, he just felt that his heart was in turmoil, as if a hand was constantly tugging at his heartstrings.

Feeling overwhelmed, Harry chose to keep running and keep running so that he wouldn't have to deal with Fleur—that must have been more embarrassing to him than asking Cho to be his dance partner.

Just as he was pulling Fleur and running fast, Harry suddenly felt his movements slow down—it was as if his whole body was soaked in thick mud, and his speed suddenly slowed down. Just slower than a turtle...

A sudden fear climbed into Harry's heart, forcibly suppressing all the turmoil in his mind.

"What's wrong?"

This feeling is as if he himself has also been hit by an obstacle spell, and it seems that time is being pulled out of this space little by little, which is indescribably weird.

Harry lowered his head to look at the ground with difficulty, the dim environment made him almost unable to see clearly what was under his feet.

However, he felt something soft and sticky wriggling under his feet.

"Bones to pieces!"

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

It should be a creature, but Harry didn't know what it was, he only knew that his predicament was solved for the time being.

However, Fu Rong, who was standing beside him, had a hint of anger faintly flashing across her face.

"Oh——you're amazing!" She spoke again, her eyes full of charm as she looked around.

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

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

"That's..." Harry let go of his hand abruptly, and took a few steps back in horror, "Fleur?"

"Tsk!"

The "Fleur" in front of Harry clicked his tongue impatiently, and immediately after that, Harry felt a blur in his vision. And in his chest and abdomen, an inexplicable heat ignited, as if it was going to set him ablaze and burn him to ashes!

"Damned!"

At the moment when Harry's consciousness gradually lost, he reluctantly pushed his wand deep, and a string of flames shot out, knocking the "false hibiscus" back several steps.

"Damn it!" The other party shook the hit shoulder angrily, and said angrily, "If it weren't for Dumbledore not letting my old lady get serious, I would have to let you little guy try something new today..."

While muttering, she quickly stepped back, and quickly disappeared into the endless darkness.

On the other end, Harry covered his head and shook violently for a while, only then did he wake up from the trance just now.

"What the hell is that...it's terrible..." he said with lingering fear, "oh, it's really terrible...but why do you feel a little comfortable?"