Chapter 190: Different kind of hibiscus

Unlike Maca, the path Harry chose was obviously a bit bad.
The game has just begun and Bagman's whistle is almost still ringing in his ears, but he finds that the maze seems to be darkening every minute.
There seemed to be nothing on the path he chose, not even the tentacles of the thorns of doom sticking out—they were a little secret around.
"Fluorescence flickers!"
Harry sped up his steps unconsciously, turning to the right and hurried forward. He held his wand up in one hand, trying to see as far as possible, but still couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, Harry turned sharply and looked behind him. He felt like someone was watching him in secret, but nothing was behind him.
Of course, the bad things don't stop there. In this project, what depressed Harry most was his "treasure".
"Why is my 'treasure' Ron?" He muttered quietly as he looked back nervously, "If it were Qiu ..."
Yes, that's right! When Harry finally opened his own box at the top of the astronomical tower and took out the magic card, a wizard chess piece appeared-that was obviously Ron often brought with him. That one, he would never read it wrong.
Harry suddenly shook his head and set aside the useless things first. He rested his wand on the palm of his hand and said softly, "Show me the way."
The wand spun around, designating the dense hedge to his right-North was there!
But what is the use of this? He didn't know where Ron was hiding, and what good was it to know where the north was?
The road ahead was empty, and Harry saw a cross-shaped branch road again. He hesitated and chose the one on the left.
"How is this going?"
Harry didn't know why this was so, so unblocked that he was a little alarmed. What should I run into now? The maze seemed to seduce him with a false security.
Suddenly, he heard movement behind him, and quickly waved his wand in preparation for self-defense, but the light from the wand hurried out of the hibiscus rushing out of the road on the right.
She looked sturdy, and there were plumes of smoke on her horns.
"Fried snails!" She called in a panic, "how come there is such a large snail-I managed to escape!"
Fleur looked a little scared. She thought about it, passed by Harry, and rushed forward. She seemed to want to throw the snail farther away.
However, after a few steps, she stopped again and quickly stepped back.
"That's ..." Her voice was a little trembling, but she forced herself to remain at least calm.
Harry took two steps forward, looking over Fleur's shoulder and neck and looking forward.
Then he saw ... A dementor was slowly drifting towards them, twelve feet tall, with a hood covering his face, and his rotten hands were stiffly reaching forward.
It touched it by feeling, and the corpse-like hands seemed to be touching their faces, and they could even hear the "giggle" gasp in its throat.
A cold and sticky feeling hit Harry and Fleur's whole body. This feeling was still so scary, but it made Harry feel a little inexplicable ease ...
He knows what to do!
Harry tried his best to think of the happiest thing, and desperately concentrated on imagining his way out of the maze and celebrating with Ron, Maca, and Hermione, while raising his wand.
"Protect God!"
A silver stag jumped out of Harry's wand and ran towards the Dementor. The Dementor took two steps backwards and tripped over by his robe-Harry had never seen a Dementor fall!
"No, it seems I've seen it many times ..." He immediately remembered all the misery of Dementors in Maca's hands, and immediately drew a corner of his mouth.
"Do not move!" He followed the silver patron saint, "You are a Bogut! Funny!"
There was a bang, and the green smoke on the first floor blew out. The silver deer disappeared.
"Oh-you are amazing!" Furong clapped her hands happily.
"No ... it's nothing ..." Harry smiled embarrassedly.
Perhaps it was because of Harry's outstanding performance, or maybe for other reasons, that Furong naturally moved forward with Harry.
Harry felt a little restless in his heart.
But honestly, the intangible charm that Furong had originally seemed to be stronger, and that kind of aggressive appeal that was completely different from the past made Harry inadvertently.
"Walk this way ... I feel like this way ..." Furong said quietly, pulling up Harry's sleeves.
"Oh, you're right, it's this way ..." Harry was confused and took Furong down a darker and deeper road.
Along the way, those thorns of doom did not attack Harry once. It stands to reason that this is enough to alert Harry.
However, not to mention that he is now fascinated by the beautiful young girl in front of him. Even without Hibiscus, he is hardly aware of this anomaly.
After all, he didn't know from the beginning that the thorns of doom would launch a sneak attack on pedestrians passing by.
With each step they took, the light around them seemed to diminish, and everything seemed to be gradually eroded by endless darkness.
The magic wand shook, and his distorted shadow flickered and twisted on the thorny wall. They took another turn, but ran into a huge one--
"Fried tail snail?"
Yes, there is another fried tail snail--Furong just said it right, it is really great! It looked like it was ten feet long, like a giant scorpion.
Its long stinger coiled on its back, and its thick armor was sparkling under the glow of Harry's wand. Probably because of the relationship between this snail and snail, Harry seemed to be more awake than before.
"Stunned."
A series of fires flared from the tip of Harry's wands, and they bounced back when they hit the hard crust of the fried snail.
Fortunately, Harry was hiding away, but he smelled the scorching smell of his hair-the flare that had just bounced back, and passed away from his head!
At this time, the tail snail spurted a flame from the tail, accompanied by a strong thrust, and it flew towards Harry's side.
"There are obstacles!" Harry shouted.
Obviously, the effect of the obstacle spell is not very good. Although the speed of the impact of the tail snail has slowed down, it is obviously not enough to stop it.
Harry took a few steps back and fell to the ground. "There are so many obstacles!"
The tail snail stopped still only a few inches away from him-he hit his abdomen without the protection of armor, and this time the obstacle spell worked well.
Harry got up panting, and pulled Furong to run in the opposite direction.
The effect of the obstacle spell will not be very long, and the legs and feet of the fried tail snail may move again at any time!
"Oh-how brave you are!" Furong looked ruddy, she was dragged all the way by Harry, but she also praised Harry for her leisurely elegance.
Harry didn't know exactly what he should answer. He just felt turbulent in his heart, as if a hand was constantly struggling at his heartstrings.
In a perplexed mood, Harry chose to continue running and keep running, so that he would not have to deal with Hibiscus-it must be more embarrassing than inviting Qiu to be his dance partner.
Just as he was pulling Furong and running fast, Harry suddenly felt that his action had slowed down all of a sudden—this feeling was like he was soaking in the thick mud, his speed suddenly It's slower than a turtle ...
A sudden fear reached Harry's mind, forcing all the commotions in his mind to be suppressed.
"what happened?"
This feeling is as if he himself has hit an obstacle spell, and it seems that time is being pulled out of this space by a little bit, which is strange and inexplicable.
Harry lowered his head hard and looked at the ground. The dim environment made him hardly see anything under his feet.
However, he felt something soft and sticky under his feet.
"Powdered!"
With a weird sound of jelly pudding exploding, Harry felt that he was free again ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The next moment, he lost his balance and plunged to the ground.
That should be a creature, but Harry didn't know what it was. He only knew that his plight was temporarily resolved.
However, Furong, who was standing beside him, flashed a little irritation on his face.
"Oh-you're awesome!" She said again, looking charmingly in a charming manner.
But the next second, an exclamation sounded suddenly, it was a crisp and pleasant sound.
Who is in danger? That shouldn't be Hermione's voice, but why is it so familiar ... who is that?
"That's ..." Harry gave up suddenly, taking a few steps in panic, "Furong?"
"Oh!"
The "Hibiscus" in front of Harry's eyes smashed his tongue impatiently, and then Harry felt a blur in his eyes. And between his chest and abdomen, a kind of inexplicable heat was ignited, as if he was going to be ignited and burned to ashes!
"Stunned!"
For a moment, when Harry's consciousness gradually dissipated, he reluctantly went deep into the wand, and a burst of fire burst out, knocking the "false hibiscus" back several steps.
"Damn!" The other side shook the hit shoulder angrily and said angrily, "If it wasn't for Dumbledore's refusal to let his old lady move, today you have to give your little one a taste ...
She muttered as she hurried back, quickly disappearing into the endless darkness.
At the other end, Harry shook his head and shook his head for a while, and then he woke up a little from the puppet just now.
"What the is that ... that's terrible ..." he said with a little apprehension, "Oh, it's terrible ... but why is it a bit comfortable?"