In the dark room of the Responsive Chamber, the bright candle floating in the air has somehow turned into a "water candle" that emits a faint blue light.

An eerie damp sensation spread through the air.

The mirror surface of the Mirror of Eris has condensed with salty water droplets.

The thought of a happy life in the sea mixed with the strange sight in front of him, and a sense of foreboding rose in Quirrell's mind.

On the walls, reliefs resembling octopus heads appeared at some point, and scales were created in more places on the walls to decorate the tentacles.

Now He was standing in the middle of the house.

As if it was the clothing that made him feel uncomfortable, he took it off, leaving only the fabric that covered the crucial spots.

Call!

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled again.

The thin muscles of the body that were not yet fully developed and the gills of the jaw pulsated regularly with His breathing.

He was covered in fine fish scales. The elbows, knees, and other joints also grow blue-purple fins that are as beautiful as those on the ears.

The blonde hair had been trimmed many times, but it was still shoulder-length, with drops of water hanging from it, just like that.

It's a perfect fish-man body, flawless. No matter from the perspective of any creature's worldview and aesthetics, this is a well-deserved perfect masterpiece.

Whose masterpiece should be regarded as his masterpiece!

"Ah, there's a little one over there......" He turned to look at Harry.

Quirrell turned his head to look and saw Harry Potter's body lifted by the current of water, looking around in horror.

"Linde, Linde, you ......" Harry was a little incredulous. He was now encased in water except for his head.

Quirrell looked at the strange scene in front of him, coupled with the inexplicable 'pressure' that the fish-man in front of him gave him, he pointed at Harry tremblingly, "No...... No way. No one can survive the Requisition. At this point, he remembered who the little wizard in front of him was.

He's Harry Potter, the only person in the world who survived the Curse, and he's now resisting a Curse again.

Thinking about it, he turned his gaze to Linde again. The guy who just called himself 'great'.

And the other party also spoke at the right time. "So be it! You two...... Come into a time-limited duel, and time is ...... It. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the ceiling. Harry looked up, only to see that the ceiling had somehow become 'sea'.

It's like an upside-down sea in the sky, the waves hit the wall, and then bounce back to collide with the new waves, and the cycle repeats.

In the dark water, some kind of invisible, huge monster far exceeding the entire ceiling area could be seen swimming through it, and Harry felt his hair stand on end the moment he looked at it, as if he was being targeted by some hunter far larger than himself.

At the same time, the upside-down sea is gradually continuing to descend at a slow pace, and if the sea surface does not stop, after about ten minutes, the room will be completely swept into the sea.

Quirrell wanted to do it directly, but he glanced at Harry's expression and then stiffened his head.

He said in a trembling voice, "You who claim to be great are just a monster that lives in the body of this little wizard. As he spoke, he waved his wand one after another, and several spells flew at him.

However, before those spells could touch him, they were inexplicably diverted by a force into the sea above his head, and those powerful spells only made a splash.

"Monsters?! Why use such a narrow vocabulary...... Forget it, back to the point.

It's a fight to the death. A deathmatch that ends only when one side dies completely.

Winner...... You will be able to get a glimpse of me.

At the same time, I'd like to see you fight desperately to achieve a good look, so ......" said him, turning one hand towards Harry, who was swept straight into Linde's hand.

He stroked Harry's head with one hand, his index finger twisting into a smooth tentacle that pierced through the corner of Harry's eye.

Linde...... You...... Ahh

"Oh! It's a pretty subtle protective spell from ...... Self-sacrifice of blood relatives...... Is it your mother? No wonder ......" thought, his square pupils revealing imperceptible disappointment.

His current strength is far less than one-ten-thousandth of his original world.

In the original world, the moment ordinary creatures glimpse Him in any form, they will be instantly destroyed by their "concepts" and "minds", and this destruction is even exaggerated to the point of changing their original genetic sequences, cell signals, and brain thinking, directly causing them to "sublimate" from the outer body and the inner mental body.

Pity. Now that he was in the new world, he thought with some regret that he would not have been so lonely. Now he was nothing more than a tiny, tiny fragment of his soul that had escaped from the destruction of the world.

Thinking about it, he had some regrets, this spell he couldn't break at once for the time being.

Then you can only transform this guy's body.

It's so familiar to think about it—Deep Diver.

At the same time, he glanced at Quirrell again, and the moment he met Quirrell, the water ran down Quirrell's body, binding him all over.

Thinking about it, he directly cut off the tentacle that had penetrated deep into Harry's brain, and when it was cut off, it began to melt, and the capillaries of Harry's face began to travel all over his body......

Then He tilted his head, and a large stream of water poured out of his ears, and a large amount of water vapor came out of it.

He laughed a little and said, "Tut-tut, this brain is too hard to use, it's overloaded!" Boiled the water directly! After that, the brain will not be able to use well! But listening to His tone, you know that He doesn't care at all.

After pouring the water, He refilled it with new water. Then the body turned into a stream of water and disappeared into the house.

At the same time, His voice echoed through the room.

"Give me a great show!"

Harry let out a low roar, and scales, gills, and fins grew uncontrollably all over his body......

With him gone, Quirrell also felt that the power of the body of water that had bound him no matter what he had just now was much less.

He broke free of the water, raised his wand, and with a word in his mouth, he stuck it straight into the ground, and white light waves appeared from the tip of the wand and spread rapidly, like radar.

Feel the feedback of this spell to yourself.

Nothing. The guy was gone, as if it had never been.

Thinking of this situation that happened not so long ago, his plan to hunt unicorns failed and he was teased repeatedly.

Thinking about it, the foreboding in his heart grew heavier and heavier.

He swallowed involuntarily. His body turned into a black mist and rushed towards the gate.

His hand grabbed the doorknob and pressed down hard.

Slippery –

His hand slipped straight off the doorknob, and he put it back on, but when he pushed hard, it slid down the doorknob uncontrollably again.

It was as if the friction between him and the doorknob had been completely erased.

Behind him, a water bomb was fired straight at him.