“Save it,” I said as we plowed through the flowers. “We’re even. That’s what matters.”
Our group continued like this for a few minutes—pausing for each series of three lightning bolts, and then covering as much ground as possible in the intervals between them. While there were some definite close calls along the way, we made it out of the floral death trap without being barbequed.
With no more yellow flowers in sight, we stopped for a moment to catch our breaths. This part of the Forbidden Forest didn’t look too exceptional. The trees seemed ordinary enough, though they did have a light blue tinge to their bark. And the ground was covered almost entirely in moss.
Much to our displeasure, this calm setting was a deception. Moments after we set foot in the area the moss at our feet starte
