Soon, Harry, who had mastered the ropes, made a discovery.

The speed of the oak boat is related to the speed at which the magic is instilled into the ship, and the speed of the ship is only as fast as a young wizard's jogging when the magic is normally sucked away, but if you relax and actively cooperate with the magic infusion, the ship can be as nimble as an old-fashioned silver arrow broomstick, of course, the cost of doing so is huge, and in just half a minute, Harry feels as tired as he feels like he has played a fierce Quidditch.

A cloud of dark yellow smoke shattered, and everything in front of them was still so barren, because there was a mist everywhere, and they couldn't figure out which direction to run in or where their classmates were.

"Since it's a sprint race, why don't you point in the right direction?"

Harry exhaled a slightly fishy mist that he had accidentally inhaled into his nose and muttered a little dissatisfied.

"Maybe it's to make it harder, Harry--" Hermione analyzed sensibly,

"Don't you know Professor Bryan's style, Harry, I can't imagine how many complicated spells it would take to create such a large swamp in the staff quarters, and I don't see the need to do so if it's just to give us an idea of Hinkpunk."

Harry moved his lips, and it had to be said that Hermione's opinion was very accurate and reasonable most of the time.

Retracting his slightly stiff palm, the oak boat glided forward by inertia for some distance, and Harry looked at the strangely shaped scorched wood, his brow furrowed,

"Do you think, Hermione,"

In the empty and silent environment, Harry's voice seemed very ethereal,

"That dead tree, we seem to have just passed by a minute ago, Hermione, are we going to keep going around in circles?"

Harry's speculation made Hermione frown, as everything here was not recorded in the books, so she couldn't give an accurate answer.

Because Professor Bryan did not give a direction to go, and there was no decent reference in the swamp, the two little wizards were stunned and looked for a random direction, and kept driving straight, but they did not realize that because of the constantly swimming clouds and poor vision here, in this case, people were indeed prone to go in circles.

Harry withdrew his palm from the ball, never knowing where to go, and he couldn't afford to consume his mana.

It was the unpleasant brainstorming session again, with Harry crouching in the cabin resting while Hermione sat across from him with her legs crossed, muttering non-stop,

"--Oh, I remember, in some Muggle books it was written that when you get lost in the wild, you can tell by the sun or the stars."

Harry immediately looked at the sky, and then, listlessly, lowered his head,

"That's true, Hermione, but the problem is that we're in the professor's lounge right now, and Professor Bryan obviously won't bother to get a sun or star out for us."

"I knew there wouldn't be this, Harry,"

Hermione said irritably, as she continued to recall the Muggle books related to travel, and muttered,

"The direction of the flow of water also helps us..."

Harry immediately poked his head out of the side of the ship, in the swamp about half a meter deep, the water was as smooth as a silver mirror, and there was no trace of the flow at all, and Harry was a little frustrated that Harry was about to withdraw his gaze, but just as he was about to do something, not far away, under the calm water, a few strange silver lights caught his attention.

What is that?

Harry blinked in confusion, but then, the silver light below the surface seemed to sense Harry's gaze, and quickly approached like a boat, and after a few seconds, the silver light came within thirty feet of the ship's side.

"Chirac fish?"

Hermione's slightly startled voice caught Harry's attention.

"What's that?" Looking at the fish covered in fin spines, Harry asked curiously.

"A fish that lives in the Atlantic Ocean with magical properties, and is described at length in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

There was an unsettling solemnity in Hermione's voice, "Be careful, Harry, they're having attacks... Oh! ”

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

While Hermione was popularizing science, more than a dozen chirac fish that were swimming quickly around the boat leaped out of the water without warning, and Ling Li spat out sharp water arrows at them in mid-air, and Harry and Hermione, who were caught off guard, each received a few slashes on their bodies, and their skin suddenly turned purple.

Now, having been puzzled by why Professor Blaine would let the boat have a magical barrier, the two of them finally figured it out.

"Get in control of the rudder, Hermione, we can't take a few blows of this!"

After helping Hermione who had fallen, Harry let out a strange scream, climbed to the stern of the boat with his hands and feet, and did not skimp on his magic, and pressed his palms firmly on the two wooden balls, activating the magic barrier at the same time, the still boat glided quickly.

"But where do we go, Harry!"

The speeding boat made a great graceful semi-circle on the surface of the turbulent lake, but it still did not shake off the silver chirac fish, which chased after the boat, spitting out earth water arrows that caused ripples on the white barrier, which also significantly increased the magic required to maintain the barrier.

"Just look for a direction,"

Harry's messy hair was made even more messy by the howling wind, and he roared through gritted teeth,

"Maintaining the barrier and speed at the same time, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it for long!"

"But--"

For Hermione, the vague instructions were the most fatal, and she wandered anxiously as she controlled the boat to and fro in the clouds, desperate to see something that would point her in the right direction, when a sudden orange ball of light caught her attention in the hazy mist.

In this moment of panic and anxiety, Hermione didn't have time to think too much, instinctively, she turned the rudder and controlled the boat under her feet to fly directly towards the shaking ball of light.

The appearance of the chirac fish was like a signal, and the faculty and staff lounge, which had been filled with suppressed silence, remembered in all directions with frightened shouts and wails of pain!

"Don't go there, Hermione!"

Harry, who had taken the time to turn his head and look in the direction of the boat, exclaimed,

"Can't you see, Hermione, Professor Blaine is trying to make us panic and lose our cool in this way, and thus be seduced by Hinkpunk!"

"Oh, maybe you're right--"

Hermione struck the ground running, nearly throwing herself and Harry out of the cabin.

"For me, Hermione, you're not very good at this!"

Taking advantage of the cabin's inertial drift, Harry climbed to the bow of the boat in three or two steps, and Hermione did not take any step, and after giving way to the position, he climbed directly to the stern, twisted his beautiful eyebrows, and followed Harry's previous appearance, and pressed two wooden balls on the side of the ship with both hands!

"Well..."

After dodging a water arrow with his head sideways, the magic barrier came into play again, and Harry grabbed the rudder and took a deep breath as he said,

"Looks like a broomstick on the water, I can deal with this... Sit tight, Hermione! ”

As it turned out, as the youngest Quidditch Seeker in a century, Harry was not just in vain, Harry had a talent for driving fast vehicles, and at the same speed, Hermione couldn't get rid of those chirac fish, but Harry only relied on a few sharp turns and the view of the surrounding clouds, and it didn't take much effort to completely leave those magical fish behind.

But at this moment, the two oak ships were already very close to the orange light in the clouds that Hermione wanted to get close to, guessing that there might be a Hinkpunk inhabited there, Harry instinctively felt uneasy, he hurriedly turned the rudder, trying to get away from the area, and at this moment, in the other direction, a much larger oak ship, shattering the clouds and mist, suddenly appeared in front of Harry and Hermione...





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