Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy walked slowly on the empty road alone, and he did not encounter obstacles for the time being. Since he chose the fork on the far side at the first intersection, it seemed to be smooth all the way, without encountering a trap.

The dense hedges swayed constantly under the cold wind, making rustling noises when they collided, bringing a gloomy atmosphere.

The maze was getting darker every minute. At this moment, the sky above his head turned into a slightly chaotic dark-blue color. Before, he could still see some distant visions, but now it was sharply compressed, and it was limited to a very small area. In the narrow distance, there seems to be a layer of mist that keeps dispersing in the labyrinth.

A whistling wind rustled from behind Malfoy, as if something was approaching quickly.

It's fried tail snails!

Hagrid is no longer a teacher at Hogwarts, but has gotten better performance. As for the irascible creature, he was still hybridized under him.

Even as a guardian of some kind of efficacy 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 is quite tricky.

Fried-tailed snails are a kind of strange creature. It is obtained by crossing a human-headed manticore with a fire crab. It is cruel by nature and likes to kill each other among the same kind, which makes Malfoy think of some worms.

Of course, only one of the Gu worms will take shape after the fight, and the fried tail snails can still 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 behemoth of ten feet.

The spines on their backs are arched, very dangerous and indescribably disgusting, looking like a giant scorpion with a stinger wrapped around its back. Their armor reflects magical spells, blasting enemies with explosive flames. The only place it was unguarded was its unarmoured abdomen, which was also well protected.

The scorching wave of air sprayed out from the tail of the exploding snail, making a crackling sound, like a giant beast that selected people and devoured it, condensed into a real shape, and rushed towards Malfoy quickly.

Clear water is like a spring!

The menacing flame was extinguished by the condensed water columns in the air in an instant, and turned to the flaming tail of the exploding snail.

This doesn't seem to work, the water is in direct contact with the flame,

Part of it splashed into the surrounding mud, and then there was a sound of 呲呲. The momentum of the flame on the tail briefly decreased, but it suddenly rose again. Struggling to climb over in Malfoy's direction.

He was incensed that this small creature didn't feel comfortable making his food, and even dared to resist.

But at this time it was startled to realize that its feet were deep in the mud, and the steps he offered to crawl were firmly adhered to the sticky mud dungeon. When the feet were lifted, countless long and smooth silk threads were implicated.

It seems that the more you struggle, the more tightly wound it becomes, the more it sinks.

The soil was mixed with the water flow derived from a part of the clear water like a spring just now, and it turned into a quagmire like a jungle.

Falling, falling, that huge body became a huge burden at this time, and this fried tail snail finally sank to the depths of the ground.

And Malfoy is just watching this from the sidelines, and he is not complacent about it.

Creatures without intelligence will only fight without brains. Once their weaknesses and flaws are seized, they will be unable to resist and will be slaughtered by others.

Its instinct tells it that it will be safe as long as it does not expose its abdominal weakness to opponents, but it does not know that the environment is also a weapon that can kill.

After clearing the obstructions, Malfoy continued to walk forward to the front of the labyrinth, and the increasing darkness gave reason to believe that he was approaching the center of the labyrinth.

Show me the way! Malfoy walked for a while, and suddenly waved his wand, and found that not far away from him, the three-strong cup was shining attractively on the base a hundred meters away, and then he also saw a figure.

It was Harry Potter. He rushed over from another direction, closer to the trophy, and stared at the three-strong cup not far away, which symbolized the glory of the championship.

He also saw Malfoy's face, with the effect of a fluorescent spell on the tip of his wand

It looks like a coincidence, the final battle is between the two of us. Malfoy clapped his hands, expressionless, and said lightly.

Harry ignored him, on the contrary, he immediately started struggling to pull up his legs and ran towards the Goblet of Fire, he wanted to be the first to win the championship.

Harry had been on the lookout for Malfoy's sneak attack in the process, but was surprised to find that the boy didn't mean to stop him in the slightest.

Ask yourself, if it's his situation, he's sure to thwart his opponent too

He didn't have time to think about the anomaly, because the ecstasy that filled his mind overwhelmed his mind.

At this moment, his eyes moved to the trophy that was close at hand. In the light of the trophy, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw himself walking out of the maze holding it. He held the top three cup aloft, and the crowd cheered; he saw Qiu's face glowing with admiration, clearer than ever... Then the hallucination disappeared, and by the time he could react, he was already one step ahead hold this cup.

Goodbye. He saw a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Malfoy's mouth not far away, and said so with his mouth.

The moment he grabbed the handle, Harry felt as if a tug was pulled behind his belly button. His legs were off the ground, but he couldn't let go of the hand that held the Triwizard Cup, which dragged him forward amid the whistling wind and swirling colors.

Malfoy looked at the ground where the Goblet of Fire had been placed, now empty, as if Harry and the Goblet had never been there.

He murmured to himself, I've done everything I can, now it's up to you.

And when Harry was blindly immersed in the joy of victory, a whirling feeling came from his nerves, he felt his stomach churning, as if he would spit it out at any time, and his ears were blown by the sharp wind. Pain.

After a while, he felt his feet hit the ground, his legs softened, he fell to the ground after rolling for a few laps, 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 clods.

Then he heard an extremely cruel and penetrating voice from not far away, and Harry even heard a little joy in it.

Avada Kedavra!

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