Fleur swam swiftly in the black lake, not knowing what was happening behind her, and after a while, the warriors who dived under the water could not see their respective directions at all, and could only rely on their sense of direction, looking for their destination.

Her slender arms and legs kept plucking the water. Flexible like a mermaid, at this time Fleur's head is covered with a big transparent bubble, which should be filled with air, so that she can maintain a state of free breathing underwater for a long time, and can also maintain a certain balance, making her more relaxed.

She uses the Bubble Head Charm herself, and after deducing the possible direction of the match in advance, Fleur has practiced a lot of it, and now she is very skilled in using this spell, and the quality of the bubbles is quite high enough to sustain the flow of the match.

The Black Lake, as the name suggests, can never be crystal clear, the visibility in the lake is very limited, Fleur's eyes are flowing, with her own eyesight, she can only see the scene within a radius of ten feet, every time she strokes her body, what appears in front of her is a new world, the fluctuating, tangled black aquatic plants of the jungle, scattered with shiny pebbles of wide and flat mud and sand constantly appear in front of her eyes, gray, treacherous lake water is lifeless, without a trace of life.

After a while, the more she got to the back, the lake gradually cleared up, and the creatures began to increase, and there were small fish swimming by her lightly, like silver darts, and her legs swam faster and faster, and she increased her speed to swim in the direction she expected, and while swimming, she avoided the tangled black aquatic plants and black wood.

Suddenly, several shadows suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she wanted to get close to her, but it turned out to be Grindy Lowe.

Fleur stared at them cautiously, and then slowly approached, and by the way, the large bubble covering her head was reduced, the water was not as flat as the ground, this kind of water monster with horns on her head she could clean up a dozen on land with one hand, but the water also became a little tricky, not too big and not too small a trouble.

She began to sing... The beautiful and melodious singing voice was not only able to cross the border, but also crossed the race at this time, and the little water demon also showed an intoxicated expression, and then floated in its original position, no longer attacking her.

Fleur began to continue her course, wondering what was the most important thing the race had taken from her.

Is it your favorite dress, or is it the lipstick you bought from Muggle society?

"I like that color a lot, I don't know if it will spoil if it is soaked in water, and if it does, I will have to trouble them. “

Fleur thought so boredly, and her hands and feet did not stop paddling, and suddenly, many rough stone dwellings appeared in all directions, and they were stained with algae. She looked away from the stone and saw the merfolk's iron-gray skin and long, unkempt dark green hair. Their eyes are yellow, their mutilated teeth are yellow, and they wear pebbles strung with thick ropes around their necks. They smiled maliciously at Harry as he swam by. One or two ran out of the cave to get a better look, spear in hand, and slapped the lake with their thick and powerful silver tails.

Then her face suddenly turned pale.

She saw her sister not far away!

It can't be wrong, the cloud-like silver hair and petite figure like her undoubtedly indicate her identity.

The place seemed to be the square of a merfolk village, surrounded by houses with a large school of merfolk floating in front of them. In the middle, some merfolk are singing in unison, calling the warriors to pass. Behind them stood a crude statue: a mermaid carved out of boulders. On the tail of the mermaid statue, several people are firmly tied.

Gabrielle's little head was now hanging limply on her shoulders, and a string of thin blisters kept popping out of her mouth.

Fleur suppressed her desire to save her sister immediately, and slowly swam forward patiently, because the merfolk on the other side obviously had bad intentions and were likely to sneak up on her.

But by the time she got to the mermaid statue, she hadn't been attacked once.

She watched as the rope was woven into a rope with water weeds, and chanted a mantra, and the thick, tight rope was immediately untied obediently, and floated down the water to no knowing where it went.

The merfolk who were gloating about the schadenfreude immediately lost their smiles, and they seemed to enjoy watching the humans look anxious.

"Resuscitation! Resuscitation!" Fleur put her arm around Gabrielle with her left hand, and continued to wave her wand with her right hand, using magic one after another, hoping to wake up her sister, but Gabrielle's little face was still pale, her eyes were closed, and only her long eyelashes fluttered, as if she was enduring great pain.

"How is she going to wake up!" Fleur looked angrily at the merfolk around her like a female leopard guarding her cubs, and questioned them loudly, the sound of water rushing through the bubbles on her head and the endless stream of water to their ears.

"We don't care. The mermaid shouted at the top of her voice, and swam a few steps backwards in unison, and they always felt that this woman's nerves were a little abnormal.

"What should I do? what should I do?" Fleur asked herself desperately, looking back at her sister, she had no idea that this competition would be so vicious, using her most important sister as a hostage.

She couldn't imagine what would have happened if she hadn't saved her sister, and she would never forgive herself.

At this time, Gabrielle's head was already covered in bubbles, but there was no sign of waking up, and it seemed that even breathing had stopped, and her face became more and more blue.

As if she had found some life-saving straw, she took a deep breath and quickly placed Gabrielle on a flat rock, then held Gabrielle's cheeks with both hands and pressed her lips to it.

At this time, Fleur remembered the contents of the book she picked up that day, which read:

“...... If the drowning subject loses the ability to breathe, artificial respiration can be used, briefly as follows......

She didn't care if it was a Muggle trick or not, as long as there was hope, she would give it a try.

She kept rescuing Gabrielle in the manner described in the booklet.

Two minutes later, just as Fleur was about to fall into complete despair, Gabrielle coughed a few times, choked on a few mouthfuls of water, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then opened her eyes.

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