Chapter 1712 (1/2)

Sphinx didn't tell Harry that there were other monsters in the passage behind her. Harry, who was obsessed with running wildly, was ambushed by a giant spider and nearly died.

This spider is a bit like Hagrid's big pet in the forbidden forest, but it's not that big, and it's not that hairy.

But this kind of Eight Legged thing is not as harmless as Hagrid said.

After being punctured by his sharp claws into his robes, trousers and thighs, Harry still used a series of barrier curse to let the spider knock himself unconscious on the ”air wall”.

The boy tore off a strand of his robe, pulled his long black hair behind his ear, grabbed the wand, and tied the cloth tightly to the root of his thigh.

”Oh

He uttered a hard man's breath, vomited his wand, and wiped the sweat from his head.

This is the emergency treatment that PE professors teach them in class, which can slow down the rate of blood loss in a short time, so as to live longer.

Harry didn't like physical education before, but things changed after he developed strong muscles. He gradually realized the benefits of being strong.

For example, more energy, faster running, summer home will not be bullied by Dali and so on.

Now it's the same. The muscles on the thigh block the spider's teeth from piercing the whole leg. The blood loss is still under control. If it's the same as before, I'm not sure if I can avoid the sudden attack in the dark.

Harry was sitting on the grass with his teeth grinning. Not far away was the spider with eight legs in a coma. There was some thick transparent liquid on his torn robe, which was secreted from the spider's mouth. He didn't know if there was any poison.

He tried to stand up, but his legs were shaking so much that he couldn't support the weight of his body. He supported his body with his hands and moved a few times, trying to stand up against the support of the hedge beside him.

The boy did. For his parents and girlfriend, Gryffindor's little lion inspired a strong will power, even though it made him breathe in.

Now, this warrior from Gryffindor is only a few dozen meters away from the top ten. He can almost see the beautiful silver pattern.

Hermione didn't show up. That is to say, Harry won. He was the first person to find the cup. He didn't rely on his mother to cheat. He did it by his new skills.

He jumped to the cup and reached out to grab the ear like handle.

However, as soon as he touched it, he felt as if his navel had been pulled. His feet had left the ground, but he couldn't release his hand holding the cup. It dragged him to fly forward in the middle of the roaring wind and rotating colors, surrounded by colorful space distortion.

Dozens of seconds later, he felt that his feet had landed on the ground, and his injured leg became soft, and the whole person fell to the ground.

At this time, his hand finally released the cup, and the beautiful silver cup rolled out of the dark night like a log. He raised his head and looked at the surrounding situation with vigilance.

No one has told him that the trophy is a key to the door, nor have they heard of the playoffs.

What's more, what stopped the trophy from rolling into the low-lying area was actually a tombstone?

Harry didn't think it was a good idea to drive the game to the cemetery to disturb the dead.

But now, there is nothing to be picky about. He hugged a tombstone, propped himself up, and drew out his wand to lean on it, fully on guard.

He had that strange feeling again, as if someone was watching him.

It's true. Someone's coming.

The boy narrowed his eyes nervously and looked at the darkness. There was a flash of lightning among the dark clouds in the sky. A figure came towards him step by step in the forest composed of tombstones. It was like a mass grave.

Harry couldn't see the man's face, but judging from his gait and arm posture, he seemed to be holding something, not big, maybe a cat.

The comer was of short stature and wore a hooded cloak, covering his face.

Close again, the distance between the two sides was shrinking. Harry could see that the man was holding something like a baby, or just a bag of clothes?

His wand is lower. He doesn't want to hurt people. If this is a Muggle cemetery, make sure that the wand's existence and the secrets of the wizarding world will not be revealed.

But he didn't think about it. The start time of the final was 8:00 p.m., and the super maze ran down for several hours. Now it's 3:00 in the middle of the night.

How can normal people go to the grave in the middle of the night?

The man stood in front of a towering marble tombstone, only 20 meters from Harry. The boy looked at the small figure.

To be exact, it's looking at the creature in the bundle he's holding.

Suddenly, the lightning scar on Harry's forehead began to ache violently. He had never felt so much pain in his life.