Unlike the embarrassment of other warriors, Duten is like walking on a small stone path in his own backyard. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info stepped on the steps of the water, and there was not a drop of water on his clothes.

The fish people were stupid and hid far away. The passage spilled out in front of Hermione, who tilted her head and hung on a pillar. Dumbledore had already used magic to put her to sleep, and the others had also targeted them by saying that they would disappear in an hour if they were not rescued, i.e. die. Of course, this is fake, no matter how much you can't let people die, but Du Teng won't take an hour, he only needs five minutes is enough.

Walk up to Hermione, wand click, and the rope falls off automatically. Then Duten held Hermione in both hands, and in a flash, his figure returned to the ground. Not to mention five minutes, he didn't even use up three minutes.

When Du Teng returned to the surface, the lake quickly returned to its original state, and there was no undercurrent due to the change of the water flow, everything was so calm, just like when the water was separated, but the lake was slightly trembling.

The warriors under the water have no interest in Du Teng at all, they have never seen it, no, or they never thought that someone would use this summary method to pass the test, such a powerful force, is he really a student? Especially the students of the other two academies had become numb a lot.

Du Teng and them are completely people from two worlds, and there is no comparison at all, so the most important thing for them at the moment is to complete their task, no matter how many places they can win in the end, they must complete the game.

Harry floated in the lake, looking around.

"How's your progress?"

Harry thought he had a heart attack.

He jerked around and saw a vague sight of a weeping myrtle floating in front of him, looking at him through thick, pearly lenses.

"Myrtle!" Harry tried to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, and only a large blister came out of his mouth.

The weeping myrtle looked at him and actually giggled.

"You should try it over there!" She pointed and said, "I'm not going with you...... I don't really like them, and every time I get close, they come after me......"

Harry gave her two thumbs up and set off again, this time taking care to swim higher away from the weeds to avoid being plotted by Grindillo.

He swam for at least twenty minutes. Now the bottom of the water was a large expanse of black silt, and the lake was blackened by his agitation. After a long time, he finally heard the mermaid's unforgettable song.

"There's only an hour to spare,

to find and retrieve the objects we have taken......"

Harry swam faster, and in a moment he saw a large rock in the murky water in front of him, painted with mermaids, spears in their hands, chasing what looked like giant squid. Harry swam past the rocks, following the mermaid's song.

“…… Don't delay any longer, half the time has passed,

lest what you are looking for rot here......"

Suddenly, there were a lot of rough stone dwellings in all directions, and there were spots of algae on them. Harry saw some faces in the dark windows...... These faces were nothing like the merfolk in the prefect's bathroom......

The mermaid's skin is iron-gray, and its dark green hair is long, unkempt. 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.

Harry swam forward as fast as he could, looking around, and soon there were more and more stone dwellings, some with gardens around them. He saw a small Grindy Low tied to a door. Merfolk emerged from all directions, all looking at him curiously, pointing at his webbed hands and gill sacs, and whispering with their hands over their mouths. Harry quickly turned a corner, and there was a very strange sight in front of him.

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.

Ron was tethered to Cho Chang, the post next to him was empty, and it was supposed to be where Duten had rescued Hermione. There was also a little girl who was up to eight years old, and her cloudy silver hair convinced Harry that she was Fleur Delacul's sister. There were a few other people, Harry didn't know any, he could only stare at the few more people he knew.

Ron and the three of them all looked like they were sleeping deeply, their heads hanging limply over their shoulders and a string of thin blisters coming out of their mouths.

Harry struggled to swim towards the hostages.

He thought the merfolk would turn their spears sideways at him, but they didn't. The rope that tied the hostage to the statue was made of water and grass, thick and slippery, and very strong. A thought crossed his mind as he remembered the knife Sirius had bought him for Christmas, but it was a pity that it was locked in his chest in the castle a mile away, and it was completely useless.

He looked to the side. Many of the merfolk around the hostages had spears in their hands. He swam swiftly toward a seven-foot-tall mermaid with a long green beard and a short necklace made of turtle teeth, gesticulating to borrow its spear. The mermaid laughed and shook her head.

"We can't help." The merfolk said in a hoarse, low voice.

"Bring it!" Harry said viciously (but all he had a few blisters coming out of his mouth) as he tried to snatch the spear from the merfolk's hand, but the merfolk pulled the spear back, still shaking its head and laughing.

Harry spun around in the water, looking around. Need a sharp thing...... Anything goes......

There are some rocks scattered at the bottom of the lake. He swooped down, grabbed a particularly pointed piece, and returned to the statue. He slashed the rope that bound Ron with a stone, and after a few minutes, the rope was broken. Ron floated deliriously a few inches above the bottom of the lake, drifting with the waves.

Harry looked around. There was no sign of the other warriors. What are they rubbing? Why not hurry up?

He returned to Cho Chang, lifted the pointed stone again, and began to smash the rope from her—and at once, several pairs of thick, gray hands grabbed him. Six or seven merfolk pulled him away from Hermione, and they shook their green-haired heads and laughed.

"You can only take your own hostages," one of them told him, "and leave the others ......"

"No way!" Harry said angrily - but only two large bubbles popped out of his mouth.

"Your project is to rescue your own friends...... Leave everyone else ......."

"She's my friend too!" Harry pointed at Cho Chang and shouted, a large silver bubble silently popping out of his lips, "And I don't want them to die!" ”

Qiu Zhang's head hung limply, and the little silver-haired girl looked blue and lifeless. Harry struggled to get rid of the merfolk, but they laughed harder and pulled him back again. Harry looked around in despair. Where have all the other warriors gone? Would it be too late if he sent Ron to the surface and come back to rescue Hermione and the others? Will he still be able to find them? He looked down at his watch, wondering how much time was left—it stopped.

At that moment, the merfolk around him suddenly pointed excitedly at the top of his head. Harry looked up and saw Cedric swimming towards them. There was a huge bubble around his head, making his features look elongated and widened, making it look very funny.

"Lost!" He mouth-shaped, looking very flustered, "Fleur and Krum are coming over soon, too!" There are others, coming soon. Harry felt a rock fall to the ground, and he watched as Cedric pulled a knife out of his pocket, cut the rope, and rescued Cho Chang. He dragged Cho Zhang upstream, and soon disappeared.

After waiting for a while, Krum, who had turned into a shark, arrived, his target was a man Harry didn't know, and with Harry's simple help, Krum saved his target and quickly left with him.

Then a few more people came over and rescued their targets, Harry waited, and in the end, only Fleur had not yet come, and seeing that the time was almost up, he could still remember the mermaid's song. Time is running out, and according to the song, after an hour, the hostages will never be recovered......

What now? Harry thought anxiously. Seeing that the time remaining was running out, Harry gritted his teeth and made a decision.

He grabbed the rock Krum had thrown down, but the merfolk gathered around the little girl, shaking their heads desperately at Harry.

Harry gritted his teeth and jerked out his wand.

"Get out of the way!"

All he could do was a string of bubbles coming out of his mouth, but he was well aware that the merfolk understood what he meant, as they suddenly stopped smiling, their yellow eyes staring at Harry's wand in a look of fear. He was alone, but Harry could tell from the look on their faces that they knew nothing about magic like the giant squid.

"I'm counting to three!" Harry shouted. A large string of bubbles erupted from his mouth, and he held up three fingers to make sure they understood what he meant. "Three...... 2. ......"

Before he could put down his last finger, the merfolk exploded. Harry rushed forward and began to smash the rope that bound the little girl to the statue, and finally, she was free. Harry picked up the little girl by the waist, grabbed the collar of Ron's robes, kicked his legs and left the water.

The lake wasn't deep, but time was running out, and the gill grass Harry had eaten was largely gone, the webbed on his feet and hands were gone, and he had to climb up on his own. Fortunately, God was still facing him, and when his strength was about to be exhausted, he finally rushed out of the water.

At this moment, the wonderful, fresh, cool air brushed his damp face, and he gulped the air, feeling that he had never breathed well in his life, and he gasped as he pulled Ron and the little girl on. Around him, many green-haired unkempt heads popped up with him, smiling kindly at him.

Ron and the little girl both opened their eyes.

The little girl looked frightened and confused, and Ron just spat out a large mouthful of water, blinked a few times in the bright light, and then turned to Harry and said, "It's all soaking wet, isn't it?" Then he saw Fleur's sister, "What are you doing with her?" ”

"Fleur didn't show up, I can't leave her down there." Harry gasped and replied.

"Harry, you fool," Ron said, "you don't take that song seriously, do you?" Dumbledore won't let any of us drown! ”

"But the song says—"

"That's just to get you back in the allotted time!" Ron said, "I hope you don't lose time down here because of your hero!" ”

Harry felt frustrated and annoyed.

Ron didn't know anything, he was asleep, he didn't feel how eerie it was under the lake, surrounded by merfolk with spears, all like veterans of murder.

"Alright," Harry said angrily, "give me a hand, she's probably not a good swimmer." They dragged Fleur's sister and waded to the shore. Du Teng stood on the shore, and with a flick of his wand, the three of them slowly floated up, and then flew towards the shore. The professors and the referees stood and watched, and twenty mermaids accompanied them like honor guards, singing ugly songs with shrill voices.

Beside her, Madam Pomfrey fussed around Hermione, Krum, Cedric, and Cho Chang, all wrapped in thick blankets. As Harry and Ron approached the shore, Dumbledore and Ludo Bagman looked at them with smiles, and Percy rushed to meet them with a pale face and a look of several years younger than usual. Meanwhile, Madame Maxim was struggling to hold Fleur Delacour. Fleur was completely hysterical, desperately struggling to throw herself into the water.

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Is she still alive? Is she hurt? ”

"She's fine!" Harry wanted to tell her, but he was too tired to speak, let alone shout.

"Don't worry, Harry saved her, you see, isn't she fine?"

Duten understood Harry, so he spoke it out for him.

"Oh! It's wonderful, Gabrielle, great, thank you Harry, thank you Duten. ”

Fleur loves this little sister very much, and in her excitement, even Du Teng, who basically didn't contribute, was thanked.

Du Teng shrugged his shoulders and said that you were welcome.

The second race was completed and Duten was undoubtedly the first place again. No matter what the original inspection point of the project was, after all, we still have to consider the actual situation, and the actual situation is that Du Teng is the fastest and most perfect completion of all people, so he deservedly won the second championship. Hufflepuff is already going crazy, and if Duten hadn't been pulled away by too much in the third race, the championship would have been almost booked!

What an honor it would be for the winner of the Triwizard Tournament, which had been suspended for more than a century, to fall to Hufflepuff! (To be continued.) )