The Death Knell

Of course, a maze is a maze, and the version of the Top Ten Tournament was developed to the extreme in order to accommodate more players to enter at the same time.

This maze covers an area of ​​10,000 acres, which is 40 square kilometers when converted to metric units. It is said that even Hermione will have to play until tomorrow morning.

Harry was still running at first, but after two hours he couldn't run anymore.

Turning left, turning right, and turning left again, he found himself on several dead ends several times. He recited the directional spell again and found that he had gone too far east. He turned back and turned to the right, seeing a strange golden mist floating in front of him.

Harry stepped forward carefully and pointed his wand at it. It seemed to be a kind of magic. He didn't know if he could blow it up.

"Shattered to pieces!" he shouted.

The spell penetrated the golden mist directly and had no effect on it. Harry thought that he should have thought of this earlier. The Crushing Curse was used to deal with solid obstacles. The golden mist was not solid and the All-Ending Curse should have been used. , but unfortunately that is not a skill that he can display alone.

He was hesitating when suddenly a scream broke the silence around him.

"Fleur?!"

Harry called the girl's name. He knew her first because the girl was one of Hermione's foreign friends.

But later on, Harry became more familiar with Fleur than he did with Hermione, who was at the same school.

Although Fleur spoke English with a weird accent, the girl admitted very generously that she liked melancholy boys like Harry Potter. The more melancholy and pitiful the better.

"No way, French women fall in love with sad men so easily, just like they can't help but stop when they see the falling leaves on the Champs Elysées."

When she explained this, her smile was so beautiful that Harry thought she might have fairy blood, but Hermione told him that it was Veela blood.

who cares?

Harry's partner at last year's Yule Ball was Fleur.

Basically, it was because the matter between Harry and Zhang Qiu was messed up by Ron in the end. That guy had some illness and insisted on saying that Harry and Ginny were made for each other.

After Zhang Qiu heard various rumors in the school, especially the rumor from Gryffindor that "Harry and Ginny are going to marry their son in school", he decisively broke up with Snape. This caused the warriors on Christmas morning to No dance partner.

Unless Harry is willing to dance with the Indian sisters like Ron did.

Ginny also felt humiliated. Was she pregnant at an early age out of wedlock? The target is still Harry? She clearly only regards Harry as her brother! What bastard spreads gossip? !

So the two of them beat up Ron after discovering the culprit, but it was too late. Ginny had already made an appointment with a dance partner. She was going to dance with Luna at night, because Hermione said that she and the professors and the ten The school principals danced as a diplomatic mission and left the girls to their own devices.

Harry became lonely and even more depressed, but then Fleur appeared and enthusiastically expressed that she had no dance partner and she wanted to attend the ball with Harry.

It was a very beautiful night. After the ball, the two of them avoided Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons and secretly went on a date by the Black Lake. The enthusiasm of the French girl made Harry feel like he was in heaven.

And now, he looked around, eager to know what had happened to her?

Her cry seemed to come from the front, and there was no time to waste. He took a deep breath and ventured into the enchanted golden mist.

The world was turned upside down, and Harry was hanging upside down, with his long hair hanging straight on the ground, as if he might fall into the bottomless sky at any time.

"Oh, is it an upside-down golden clock?"

He sneered. This could be regarded as one of Harry's most familiar curses. When he was still possessed by Snape in his dream, he had experienced such treatment countless times and had long since become an expert in dealing with it.

He closed his eyes, not looking at the sky beneath his feet, and then used all his strength to pull his right foot up from the ceiling.

The world immediately returned to its normal state, and Harry fell to his knees on the solid ground.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, then got up and ran forward. As he ran, he looked back at the golden mist. It seemed to shine innocently at him under the moonlight, as if to say that he was just a simple person. prank.

Harry no longer cares about the past, he wants to focus on a happy life in the future.

He ran quickly and stopped at the intersection of two roads, looking for traces of Fleur.

He was sure that it was her voice just now. What happened to her? how is it now? Does the lack of red sparks mean she's out of trouble, or is she in too much trouble to even get her wand out?

Harry ran up the fork on the right with growing uneasiness. Within a minute, he suddenly stopped and heard a voice coming from the road next to him.

"What do you want to do?" Fleur's voice said, "What do you want to do?"

Then Harry heard Krum's voice: "Cruciato!"

The air was suddenly filled with Fleur's screams. Harry was so frightened that he used the fire spell he learned in his dream to burn a small hole in the hedge. He inserted his leg into the hole and kicked as hard as he could. The dense thorns and branches finally opened a gap, and then he struggled to get through.

The robes were torn, but he didn't care about that. He looked to the right and saw Fleur lying on the ground twitching. Krum heard the noise and was running away.

Harry got up and pointed his wand at the star player: "Collapse!"

Harry shouted.

The spell hit Krum in the back, and he stopped suddenly, threw himself forward, and lay face down on the grass, motionless.

Harry rushed to Fleur's side. She had gotten rid of the convulsions caused by the magical torture, and was lying on the grass in the maze, panting, with her hands covering her face.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked hoarsely, holding her.

"It's okay, it's just that my heart is beating very fast." Fleur let go of her hand on her face, and she touched Harry's face with difficulty: "He attacked me from behind, but this is also the rule of the game, isn't it?"

Harry stared at Krum, who was motionless on the ground, and shook his head: "Using the Unforgivable Curse on someone in the UK is punishable by life imprisonment in Azkaban, but this law does not apply to you foreigners... .It's unbelievable, I used to think Quidditch players were nice people."

I don’t know if the unbelievable thing he said was referring to Klum’s dark behavior or his past naivety.

Fleur signaled Harry to leave her alone and move on. Her whole body hurt now and she needed to rest for a while, but the game was still going on.

Harry was originally unwilling to separate. After all, his current mentality was all about participating and he didn't expect to win against Hermione. So the girlfriend in his arms was naturally much better than the pitiful chance of winning.

But Fleur is a very resilient girl. She insisted on letting Harry do what he should do: "Didn't you still want to win the championship for Hogwarts and your parents earlier? Don't British gentlemen know what it means? Do what you say? What's more, I also want to see who is stronger between you and Hermione..."

She smiled mischievously and gave Harry a passionate kiss, her age giving her the upper hand in the secret relationship.

Both justice and tenderness, how could Harry stand it?

"Don't worry, I don't dare to tell others, but I do what I say. I will go and show you the trophy!"

Harry breathed heavily from his nostrils, picked her up and gently placed her on the 'Krum' brand meat cushion, and then the Boy-Who-Lived identified the direction, ran, and plunged into the dense darkness. In the night.