harry potter book of crimes

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

The game had just begun, and Bagman's whistle was almost 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 had stretched out - the surroundings were eerily quiet.

"Lumos!"

Harry unconsciously quickened his pace, turned to the right, and hurried forward. He raised his wand in one hand, trying to see as far away as possible, but still couldn't see anything.

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

Of course, there are obviously more bad things than that. In this project, what depresses Harry the most is his "treasure".

"Why is my 'treasure' Ron?" He looked back nervously and muttered in a low voice, "It would be great if it was Qiu..."

Yes, that's right! When Harry finally opened his box at the top of the Astronomy Tower and took out the magic card, a chess piece from the wizard's war game appeared - which was obviously

The one Ron always carried with him, he could never mistake it.

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

The wand twirled and pointed at the dense hedge to his right—north!

But, what's the use of this? He doesn't know where Ron is hidden, so what's the use of knowing where the north is?

The road ahead was empty, and Harry saw a cross-shaped fork in the road again. He hesitated and chose the one on the left.

"How is this going?"

Harry didn't know why this was happening. He was a little panicked because of the smooth flow. He should have encountered something now. This maze seemed to be tempting him with the illusion of safety.

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

She looked anxious, and there were wisps of smoke coming from the corners of her clothes.

"Blast-ended squid!" she shouted in panic, "Why is there such a big blast-ended squid - I managed to escape with great difficulty!"

Fleur looked a little scared. She thought for a moment, passed by Harry, and rushed forward. She seemed intent on throwing the Blast-Ended Skrewt away.

However, after running a few steps, she stopped again and quickly stepped back.

"That's..." Her voice was trembling a little, but she forced herself to remain at least calm.

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

Then, he saw... a dementor slowly floating toward them, twelve feet tall, with a hood covering its face, and its rotten and scabbed hands stretched forward stiffly.

It touched here based on its feeling, and its mummified hands seemed to be touching their faces, and they could even hear the "gurgling" gasp in its throat.

A cold, slimy feeling hit Harry and Fleur's bodies. This feeling was still terrifying, but it made Harry feel inexplicably relaxed...

He knows what to do!

Harry tried his best to think of the happiest things, trying hard to concentrate on imagining walking out of the maze and celebrating with Ron, Maka and Hermione, while raising the wand in his hand.

"Call the gods 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 stumble before.

Woolen cloth!

"No, I think I've seen it many times..." He immediately remembered the misery of those Dementors in Maka's hands, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Don't move!" He followed the silver patron saint, "You are a Boggart! Funny!"

There was a loud bang, smoke erupted from the first floor, and the silver deer disappeared.

"Oh - you are so wonderful!" Fleur clapped her hands happily.

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

Perhaps because of Harry's outstanding performance, or perhaps for other reasons, Fleur naturally moved forward with Harry.

Harry felt his heart become a little restless.

But to be honest, Fleur's inherent invisible charm seemed to be even stronger. That kind of aggressive attraction that was completely different from the past made Harry fall for her inadvertently.

"Go this way... I feel that it should be this way..." Fleur said quietly, pulling up Harry's sleeves.

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

Along the way, those thorns of doom did not attack Harry and the others even once. Logically speaking, this was enough to make Harry wary.

However, not to mention that he was currently fascinated by the beautiful girl in front of him. Even if Fu Rong was not there, it would be difficult for him to notice this abnormality.

After all, he had no idea from the beginning that the Thorns of Doom would launch sneak attacks on pedestrians passing by.

With every step they took forward, the light around them seemed to get weaker, and everything seemed to be gradually being eroded by endless darkness.

The fluorescent light of the wand swayed, and his deformed shadow kept twisting and flashing on the wall made of thorns. They turned another corner, only to encounter a huge——

"Blast-tailed skrewt?"

Yes, another snail - what Fleur just said is true, it is really huge! It looks like it is ten feet long, just like a ferocious giant scorpion.

Its long sting was curled up on its back, and its thick armor shone under the fluorescent light of Harry's wand. Probably because of this Blast-Ended Skrewt, Harry seemed to be a little more awake than before.

"Fainted."

The tip of Harry's staff emitted a series of firelights. After they hit the hard carapace of the Explosive-Ended Skrewt, they actually bounced back.

Fortunately, Harry was able to dodge quickly, but he could smell the smell of burnt hair - the firelight that had just bounced back narrowly missed the top of his head!

At this time, the Blast-Ended Skrewt sprayed out a stream of flames from its tail, and with a burst of strong reverse thrust, it flew towards Harry.

"Obstacles!" Harry shouted.

But obviously, the effect of the obstacle spell is not very good. Although the speed of the blast-tailed snail's impact has been slowed down, it is obviously not enough to stop it.

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

The Blast-Ended Skrewt stopped just inches away from him - he struck it on its unprotected belly, and this time the barrier spell was effective.

Harry gasped and got up, pulling Fleur and running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

The effect of the obstacle spell will not last long, and the snail's legs and feet may start moving 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's leisurely elegance.

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

In a state of confusion, Harry chose to keep running, running non-stop, so that he wouldn't have to deal with Fleur - that would definitely be more embarrassing for him than asking Autumn to be his dance partner.

Just as he was pulling Fleur and running quickly, Harry suddenly felt that his movements were slowing 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 gripped Harry's heart, forcibly suppressing all the turmoil in his mind.

"What's wrong?"

This feeling was as if he himself had been hit by a barrier spell, and as if time was being pulled out of this space little by little. It was indescribably weird.

Harry lowered his head with difficulty and looked at the ground. The dim environment made it almost impossible for him to see clearly what was under his feet.

However, he felt as if something soft and sticky was moving under his feet.

"Shattered to pieces!"

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

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

However, a hint of anger flashed across Fu Rong's face, who was standing next to him.

"Oh - you are so amazing!" She spoke again, her eyes looking around in a charming manner.

But the next second, a scream suddenly rang out. It was a clear and sweet sound.

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

"That's..." Harry suddenly let go and took a few steps away in fear, "Fleur?"

"Tsk!"

The "Fleur" in front of Harry clicked his tongue impatiently, and then, Harry felt his vision blurred for a while. And an inexplicable heat ignited in his chest and abdomen, as if it was going to kill him.

Ignite it and burn it to ashes!

"Collapse!"

In the moment when Harry's consciousness gradually faded, he reluctantly inserted his wand deeply, and a stream of firelight shot out, knocking the "fake Fleur" back several steps.

"Damn it!" the other party angrily shook the shoulder that was hit, and said angrily, "If Dumbledore hadn't told me to be serious, I would have had to let you little guy have a try today..."

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

On the other side, Harry held his head and shook it violently for a while, and then he woke up slightly from the trance just now.

"What on earth is that... This is too scary..." He said with lingering fear, "Oh, it's really scary... But why does it feel a little comfortable?"