Chapter 260: Trophy attribution

Malfoy walked slowly on the empty road alone, and he did not encounter any obstruction for the time being. Since he chose the fork on the side of the road at the first intersection, he seemed to be unobstructed all the way and did not encounter a trap.
The dense hedge was swayed by the cold wind constantly, collided and made a rustling noise, bringing a cold atmosphere.
Every minute in the maze is darkening. At this time, the sky above him turned into a slightly chaotic dark blue. Before, I could still see some distant vision. Now it is sharply compressed and limited to very In the narrow distance, it seems that there is a layer of mist constantly dispersing in the maze.
A roaring wind suddenly rustled from Malfoy's back, as if something was approaching quickly.
It's fried snail!
Hagrid is no longer a teacher at Hogwarts, but has been better played. As for the irritable creature of the tail snail, he is still hybridized under his hands.
Even as a guard of a certain 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 seems quite tricky.
The snail is a peculiar creature. It is obtained from the hybridization of the human lion, the scorpion tail and the fire crab. It is brutal in nature and likes to kill each other in the same kind. This makes Malfoy think of some worms.
Of course, after the killing of the worms, only one will be formed at the end, and the snails will maintain a certain number in the end.
Their growth cycle is also quite short, and in just one year, they can grow from a common lobster to a ten-foot-sized behemoth.
The thorns on their backs arched up, very dangerous, unspeakably disgusting, and they looked like a giant scorpion with a sting on their backs. Their strong armor can reflect magical spells and spray explosive flames at enemies. The only unprotected area is that it does not have a nail-protected abdomen, and it is also very well protected.
The scorching air wave erupted from the tail of the snail, making a crackling sound, as if a beast that had eaten by others, condensed into a real shape, and rushed towards Malfoy.
"Clear water is like a spring!"
The violent flame was instantly extinguished by the water column condensed in the air, and turned towards the flaming tail of the snail.
This didn't seem to have any effect. The water stream was in direct contact with the flames, and some of them splashed into the surrounding muddy ground, and then the sound of "Baha" occurred immediately, and the momentum of the flame on the tail was briefly reduced, but again Suddenly rising, the snail twisted his body frantically, struggling to climb towards Malfoy.
He was irritated. The small creature was uneasy about making his food, but he dared to try to resist.
But it was only then that he realized that he was deep in the mud feet. He provided crawling footsteps and was firmly attached to the thick muddy mud. As soon as his feet were raised, countless long and silky threads were implicated.
It seemed that the more struggling, the tighter the entanglement, the more sinking.
The mud was mixed with the water flow derived from the "clear water like a spring" just now, and turned into a muddy swamp like a jungle.
Falling down, falling down, the huge body became a huge burden at this time, and the fried tail snail finally sank deep into the ground.
And Malfoy just looked at it coldly, and was not complacent about it.
Creatures without wisdom will always only fight without brains. Once they have been caught with weaknesses and flaws, they will not be able to resist and be slain.
Its instinct tells it that it will be safe as long as it does not expose its abdominal weakness to its opponent, but it does not know that the environment is also a weapon that can kill people.
After solving the obstacles, Malfoy continued to walk in front of the labyrinth. The increasingly dense darkness gave reason to believe that he was approaching the center of the labyrinth.
"Guide the way for me!" Malfoy walked for a while, suddenly flicking his wand, and found that not far away, the Triple Cup shone with a tempting light on the base one hundred meters away, and then he saw it. A figure.
That was Harry Potter. He rushed from the other direction. The distance from the trophy was closer, and he stared a little away not far away, symbolizing the glory of the championship.
He also saw Malfoy’s face, with the help of the
fluorescent spell
at the tip of his wand
"It looks so coincident that the final battle is between us." Malfoy clapped his hands, expressionless, and said lightly.
Harry ignored him. On the contrary, he immediately started pulling his leg and ran towards the Goblet of Fire. He wanted to win the championship first.
Harry had been guarding Malfoy's sneak attack in the process, but he was surprised to find that the boy didn't mean to stop him.
Ask yourself, if he is behind, he will certainly block his opponent
He didn't have time to think about the anomaly, because the ecstasy that filled him stunned his mind.
At this moment his gaze moved to the trophy in close proximity. In the light of the trophy, he was in a trance for a moment, as if to see himself holding it out of the maze. He raised the top three cups high, cheering the crowd in his ears; he saw Qiu's face filled with admiration, which was clearer than before... Then the illusion disappeared, and when he reacted, he had already taken the first step Hold this cup.
"Goodbye." He saw a mysterious smile at the corner of Malfoy's mouth, not far away, and said this to him.
The moment he grabbed the handle, Harry suddenly felt like he was being ripped behind the belly button. His legs were off the ground, but he couldn't let go of the hands holding the Tri-Cup ~ EbookFREE.me ~ it dragged him forward in the midst of the roaring wind and swirling colors.
Malfoy looked at the ground where the goblet was placed. It was now empty, as if Harry and the cup had never appeared there.
He muttered to himself: "I have done everything I can, now it's up to you."
While Harry was blindly immersed in the joy of victory, a sense of turbulent rotation passed from his nerves, he felt his stomach tumbling, as if he would spit out at any time, his ears were blown by the sharp wind It hurts.
After a while, he felt his feet hit the ground, his legs softened, and he fell on the ground after rolling a few times on the ground. His hands finally released the top three cups. He raised his head and looked around. Only a few dead trees were found, and the ground was also piled up by gravel soil.
Then he heard an extremely cruel and penetrating voice from not far away, and Harry even heard a little joy in it.
"Killing Curse!"
A faint green light and shadow shot toward him where he was.