There's nothing new about a ball, it's just a bunch of boring people discussing boring topics together. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info too, are some students in school, can you expect them to have any big news? All that can be discussed is the gossip about which girl is more beautiful and who is suddenly getting better.

It's just that unlike the previous life, this time Hermione's dance partner is Duten instead of Krum, so Ron is not easy to lose his temper indiscriminately, and there is no small friction between the trio, which can be regarded as a change. Duten and Hermione were gone before the ball was over, and a fool could guess what they did...... Of course, Harry and Ron couldn't have guessed.

……

After Christmas, the second event of the Triwizard Tournament will soon begin.

The task of the warriors is to find clues from the golden egg, but as soon as the golden egg is opened, it will make a super harsh sound, which ordinary people simply cannot bear. But there is always a way, and Duten remembers very well how Harry opened the golden egg in the original book.

Of course, he didn't need to be so troublesome, and he had to run to the bathhouse, he just summoned a water ball in mid-air, and then threw the golden egg into it, and there were some strange voices singing in unison in the opened golden egg:

Look for us, where our voices sound,

We can't sing on the ground.

As you search, think carefully:

We snatched your most beloved baby.

You only have an hour to spare,

to find and recover what we have taken,

After an hour there was no hope,

It is completely gone and will never appear.

The answer is already obvious, go to the lakes of Hogwarts, in the territory of the merfolk, in search of your most beloved treasures. As for the identity of the treasure, it is basically known to everyone, and it is nothing more than the person who is very important to everyone.

……

And while waiting for the game to continue, something else happened, and that was Hagrid's absenteeism. He confessed to Madame Maxim, but because of his inadvertent words, and at the same time his identity was revealed by some unscrupulous media, he shut himself up in a hut with low self-esteem, and saw no one, but Professor Grapeland helped him to attend classes for several days.

In the end, it was Harry who comforted him and brought him back together. The day before the second competition, I returned to class and continued Professor Graplan's lesson on unicorns. As it turned out, Hagrid knew no less about unicorns than he knew about trolls, though he apparently found it disappointing that unicorns didn't pick their teeth.

Today, he actually caught two unicorn cubs. Cubs differ from adult unicorns in that they are pure gold. Parvati and Lavender went crazy with joy when they saw them, and even Pansy Parkinson had to desperately hide herself so as not to reveal how much she liked them.

"Cubs are easier to spot than adults," Hagrid told the class, "and they turn silver around two years old, and emerge when they're about four years old." It doesn't turn pure white until adulthood, which is around the age of seven. When they were younger, they got along more and didn't have much aversion to boys...... Come here, come closer, and if you want, pat them on the back and give them a few pieces of these sugar cubes......"

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hagrid asked in a low voice as everyone gathered around the unicorn cub.

"It's fine." Harry said.

"A little nervous, huh?" Hagrid said.

"Sort of." Harry said.

"Harry," Hagrid said, patting him on the shoulder with a heavy hand that bent Harry's knees, "I did worry about you before you dealt with that tree bee, but I know now that nothing you can't do if you want to do it." I'm not worried at all. You will definitely succeed. Has the clue been solved? ”

Harry nodded, but despite his nod, he felt a ridiculous urge to confess that he didn't know how to survive under the lake for an hour. He looked up at Hagrid—maybe Hagrid had to go under the water sometime to deal with the animals in the lake? Because everything else on the field is taken care of by him—

"You're going to win," Hagrid said in a gruff voice, patting Harry on the shoulder again—Harry felt himself sinking two inches into the soft mud, "I know. I could feel it. You're going to win, Harry! ”

Harry couldn't bear to erase the confident smile of joy from Hagrid's face. He pretended to be interested in the little unicorn, reluctantly smiled at Hagrid, stepped forward, and went with his classmates to pet the two cubs.

Duten stood aside, looked at Harry's back, and patted Hagrid's arm.

"Don't worry, Harry's abilities are obvious to all, and he won't be eliminated."

"yes, I know."

Hagrid smiled and nodded.

……

Early the next morning, Duten arrived at the playing field, the lake at Hogwarts.

The seats that surrounded the dragon farm last November are now lined up on the other side of the lake, and they are already full, and their reflections are reflected in the lake below. Duten arrived late, and by the time he arrived, everyone else was already in place, except for Harry. The others were a little nervous, some were a little anxious, and the Gryffindor students in the stands looked at the castle because Harry hadn't come yet.

But just like in the original book, he won't miss this game after all. After a while, Harry appeared in the distance, and he ran desperately around the lake towards the referees, who were sitting at another table with a golden tablecloth at the water's edge. Seven warriors, including Cedric, Fleur and Krum, as well as Duten, a total of eight people, stood at the referee's table and watched Harry run towards them at full speed.

"I ...... I'm coming......" Harry said breathlessly, sliding in the mud and stopping, accidentally splashing Fleur's robes.

"Where have you been?" A domineering voice said dissatisfiedly, "The competition is about to start!" ”

Harry turned his head. Percy Weasley sat at the referee's table - Mr. Crouch didn't make it again.

"Alright, alright, Percy!" Ludo Bagman said. He saw Harry, and it seemed as if a stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, "Let him catch his breath!" ”

Dumbledore smiled at Harry, but Karkaroff and Madame Maxime seemed upset to see him...... Judging by the expressions on their faces, it was clear that they thought he wouldn't show up.

Harry bent down, clasped his hands on his knees, and gasped for air. The pain in one side of his chest and abdomen was so sudden and unbearable that it was like a knife had been inserted between his ribs, but it was too late to relieve the pain. Ludo Bagman had come to the warriors and ordered them to line up on the shore, ten feet apart. Harry was last in line, next to Duten. Duten held his wand and was ready.

"How's it going, Harry?" Bagman led Harry a few more steps forward and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what you're going to do?" ”

"Yes." Harry gasped as he massaged his ribs.

Bagman squeezed Harry's shoulder hard and turned back to the referee's table. He pointed his wand to his throat and, as he did at the World Cup, said, "Loud voice!" Then his voice roared like thunder, sweeping across the dark lake to the stands.

"Listen, our warriors are in place. As soon as I whistled, the second project began. They had a full hour to reclaim what had been snatched from their hands. I counted to three. One...... Two...... Three! ”

A shrill whistle echoed through the cold, still air.

The stands erupted in cheers and applause.

Harry didn't wait to see what the other warriors were doing, he took off his shoes and socks, took the handful of gill sacs from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and waded into the lake.

It was so cold, he felt the skin of his legs hurt hotly, like it was on fire. The further he went, the deeper the lake became, and his soaked robe fell heavily. Now the water was knee-high, and the two feet that quickly went numb stepped on the mud and sand and the smooth, slimy stones, and kept slipping. He chewed on the gill sac grass as fast as he could, it didn't feel good, it was tough and creamy, like an octopus's tentacles. He stopped in waist-deep water and swallowed the gill sac grass, waiting for a miracle to happen.

He heard laughter from the audience, knew he must be stupid, and walked into the lake without any magical skills. The lower half of his body was already immersed in the cold and biting water, and a bitter cold wind blew his hair mercilessly, and he shivered violently. The parts of his body that didn't get wet were covered with goosebumps, and he deliberately didn't look at the audience.

The laughter grew louder, mixed with the shrieks and ridicule of the Slytherins......

Then, suddenly, Harry felt as if an invisible pillow was pressing down on his mouth and nose. As soon as he inhaled, he felt like the world was spinning in his head. His lungs were empty, and there was a sudden sharp pain on both sides of his neck—

Harry grabbed his throat with both hands, and felt two narrow clefts under his ears, opening and closing in the cold air—he had gills! He didn't hesitate and took the only reasonable move - he plunged headlong into the water.

Inhaling the first sip of icy lake water is like getting the oxygen you need for life. His head was spinning anymore. He took another hard breath of water and felt it flow smoothly through his gills, pumping oxygen into his brain. He put his hands in front of him and looked at them carefully. They look a little green underwater, they look horribly frightening, and they have webbed fingers between them. He turned his head to look at his bare feet—they had grown longer and had webbed between their toes, as if his feet had suddenly become duck webs.

This is the ability of the gill grass to make a person like a fish, able to survive in the water easily.

The water was no longer cold and biting, on the contrary, he felt cool, comfortable, and his body became very light. He grinned, spewing a series of bubbles out of his mouth, then rolled over and plunged deep into the bottom of the lake.

He swam around in a strange dark, hazy landscape, and there was silence in his ears. He could only see within a radius of ten feet, so with each stroke in the water, a new landscape suddenly emerged from the darkness ahead: a jungle of undulating, tangled black aquatic weeds, a broad, flat sand scattered with shiny pebbles. He swam deeper and deeper, towards the middle of the lake. His eyes were wide open, and he looked through the gray, thorny waters of the lake, looking into the dark shadows in the distance, where the water was dark and hazy.

The little fish swam swiftly past him, like silver darts. Once or twice, he seemed to see a big creature moving in front of him, but when he looked closer, he realized that it was nothing more than a large black log, or a dense and tangled mass of aquatic weeds. There were no other warriors, merfolk, and Ron in sight—thank goodness, no giant squid.

He looked into the distance, and in front of him was a field of turquoise aquatic grass, two feet deep, like a very dense lawn. Harry stared ahead without blinking, trying to make out the form in the shadows...... At that moment, without the slightest defense, something grabbed him by something.

Harry wriggled and turned, and saw a Grindylow—a horned monster poking out of the weeds, its long nails gripped Harry's legs, its fangs peeking out of its mouth—and Harry quickly reached into his robe with his webbed hand and touched his wand. But as soon as he grabbed his wand, two more Grindillos emerged from the weeds, grabbed Harry's robes, and pulled him down with all their might.

"Loose and energetic!" Harry shouted, but didn't make a sound...... A large blister came out of his mouth, and instead of spewing sparks at Grindellow, his wand seemed to shoot a boiling jet of water at them, only to see where their bodies were hit by the jet, and their green skin suddenly turned red. Harry freed his feet from Grindillo's entanglement and swam forward, occasionally sending out some hot jets of water behind him. Occasionally, he felt a Grindy Low grab his foot again and kick it away with all his might. Finally he felt his foot hit a horned head, and when he looked down, a kicked Grindy Lowe floated down the river with straight eyes and his companion swung his fist at Harry, and disappeared into the weeds.

Harry slowed down, tucked his wand back into his robes, and looked around, listening. He spun around in the water, feeling only the silence pressing down on his eardrums. He knew he must be at the bottom of a deep lake, but there was nothing to move around except for aquatic plants.

Just as he was looking over and over, he suddenly felt the water around his body tumbling violently, and he hurriedly swam away from afar, and only when the water calmed down did he look back, and then he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Right beside him, about twenty meters away, the sea water was separated by a powerful magic force.

The section of the water flow has obvious traces of magic surging, and the entire lake, hundreds of meters deep, endless sea water, is forcibly separated by this powerful force, and in the channel, there are steps cast by the water. Du Teng smiled like that, stepped on the steps, and walked down step by step. (To be continued.) )