Heavy snow fell on the castle and grounds. Beauxbatons' light blue carriage looked like a large pumpkin in the winter, and next to the gingerbread house sprinkled with frosting was Hagrid's cabin, and the ice on the sides of the big Durmstrang was smooth and shiny, and the saillines were stained with hoarfrost.

Even for breakfast, the busy house-elves prepared a variety of hot stews and sweet puddings for teachers and students.

"The food at Hogwarts is so greasy," Fleur said with a frown, "I can't wear my gowns and robes!"

"As long as you're dressed tonight. Alan said as he stopped Harry as he walked behind them.

A moment later, the three of them appeared on the slope of the lake, the green grass had been covered with a thick layer of snow, and the three of them left a series of footprints on the white and flawless snow.

"It has a great view, and there are no buildings or trees to obstruct it, so Alan chose a good place to talk. Harry thought to himself.

"The lake in front of you is the venue for our second competition. Alan said.

Fleur rubbed her palms together, nodded nonchalantly, and looked back at Eren sharply.

Harry asked with a look of disbelief, "It's winter, do you want us to compete in the winter swim?"

"Almost. Allen said: "The organizing committee will take our most beloved people and hand them over to the mermaids at the bottom of the lake, and our mission is to find and rescue them within an hour." ”

"What if you can't find it?" Fleur asked, pale at the thought of some terrifying possibility.

"After an hour there was no hope, it was completely gone, never to be seen. Alan imitated the lyrics of the mermaid in the golden egg, deliberately scaring the two.

Harry's face was pale, he didn't know who his beloved was, but it was exactly that, he felt even more terrifying.

Fleur looked at Harry with a hellish look and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "What a fool, Alan lied to you." ”

Harry looked at Alan and then at Fleur, scratching his head and laughing.

"Then the next thing we need to prepare for is how to spend an hour underwater. Fleur's white fingers touched her red lips, and her delicate brow furrowed.

"Alan, no problem. Harry blinked and said enviously, "He can teleport to his destination, then quickly rescue and teleport back." ”

Fleur nodded in agreement: "That's right, the first place in this game must be Allen." ”

"I'm not going to take advantage of Animagus in this fight. Alan shook his head and smiled at the surprised gazes of the two.

"Do you have a good idea?" blurted out Fleur.

"Of course, taking gill sac grass will grow gills and webbed fingers and toes so that the person can swim and breathe underwater for an hour is not a problem. Alan's words made Harry's eyes light up.

"There's also the Bubble Head Charm, which allows you to breathe underwater. Allen gave a second solution.

"Which of the two would you use?" asked Fleur curiously.

"No, you two can choose to use it. Alan didn't say his own plan, and offered both methods to Fleur and Harry.

Fleur didn't ask again, playfully.

Back at the castle, Alan was about to change into his gown and head to the Great Hall when Benny flew in through the window, flapping his wings and shaking off a thin layer of snow off his body.

Alan untied a box from its lap.

"Huh?" The wrapping paper on this box is familiar, isn't it the paper on the gift box he gave to Professor Snape?

Alan quickly opened it and saw a tattered copy of "Advanced Potions Making" by Libasho Polage appearing in front of him.

Thinking of a possibility, Alan quickly drew his wand: "The original form is now!" he tapped the cover neatly and read.

He flipped the book over, and at the bottom of the back cover, there was a small, very compact line of text: This book belongs to the half-blood prince.

It was a surprise to get the book, and while there was still time, Alan read it with great interest.

This book is Professor Snape's notebooks, not only potions tips, but also some of his original spells.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that he straightened up his gown and walked out of the dorm room to join Hermione.

The whole of Hogwarts was particularly gorgeous tonight, and the young wizards were no longer all black robes, but dressed in colorful dresses and robes, walking and laughing in the corridors.

The foyer was also crowded with students, all circling back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock when the doors of the auditorium would open. Some people want to meet up with their dance partners from other houses, so they squeeze sideways through the crowd, looking for each other.

Knowing the content of the second game and the solution, Harry changed into his dress, and he glanced at Ron, who was struggling with the lace on the dress, and left silently, he felt that if Ron knew who his dance partner was tonight, it was probably not the dress that the wand cut.

"Hi Harry. Ginny stood at the bottom of the stairs and greeted Harry.

Harry had to admit that the girl looked like she had grown up overnight tonight, and her black snuggling dress showed off her figure. Long red curls, each arc tells what is charming.

"You're — uh — beautiful. Harry said unnaturally.

Ginny's face burned and she tried to grab Harry's arm, but she tripped over the steps and almost fell, Harry instantly grabbed Ginny's waist, and Ginny's hand pressed on Harry's chest, stabilizing her body.

The sound of good-natured laughter instantly remembers around them.

Soon their attention was diverted, though, as Fleur Delacour approached. She was dressed in a silver-gray satin robe, which was really stunningly beautiful, and she was accompanied by a heroic young man.

"This man looks familiar. Ginny said.

"Albert Harris is Alan's eldest brother, an Auror of the Ministry of Magic. Harry briefly.

Seeing that Ginny's attention was on the others, for some reason, his chest was a little blocked.

A group of Slytherin students descended the steps from their underground common room. At the front was Malfoy, dressed in a black velvet gown with a turtleneck, and Harry felt like a parish priest. Pansy Parkinson wore a light pink robe full of ruffles, and she hung tightly on Malfoy's arm. Both Crabbe and Goyle were green, like two mossy stones, and Harry was pleased to see that neither of them had been able to find a dance partner.

The oak front door was opened, and everyone turned to see Durmstrang's students walking in with Professor Karkaroff. Krum walked at the front, beside a girl in a golden gown, her face flushed.

Carla Rogers, Beauxbatons' Warriors, appeared alongside Durmstrang's Warriors. Fleur snorted disdainfully, raised her chin, looked at Albert, and laughed when she saw that he hadn't paid any attention to Kara.