Sometimes, Hermione's dead eyes really gave Harry and Ron a headache, just like Spotted's thing, so much ironclad evidence was in front of her, but she was stubborn that Spotted's death had nothing to do with Crookshan, and even she couldn't come up with any evidence to prove Crookshan's innocence.

"Okay, let me see what else I can do--"

Harry gasped, his eyes wandering around, hoping to help his two Gryffindors, or, something...

"Hmm!" Suddenly, Harry's eyes lit up, "Phew..., there's a way, Hermione, to make Malfoy's two little henchmen suffer a little!" ”

By this time, Hermione's sweaty cheeks were already a little pale, and her brain was a little dizzy from the magic power consumed and Harry's rapid turn in controlling the boat in between them, and she couldn't even squeeze out a happy expression when Harry said that she could find a way to get rid of Crabbe and Goyle, but nodded with a feeling of vomiting.

"Hey, you two!"

Harry seemed to be back in the heat of a lively Quidditch match, constantly adjusting his position, releasing the wrong signals, pinning down Crabbe and Goyle like a dangerous Seeker, and finally, half a minute later, when the relative position of the two boats on the turbulent water finally satisfied Harry, he shouted at Crabbe and Goyle, who had overrun because of their speed,

"Can't you be smarter?"

Harry sneered,

"Without Malfoy, you seem to have degenerated into savage trolls!"

"How dare you say that, Potter!" Crabbe roared and shouted, "I think you're a piece of shit!" ”

Immediately, Crabbe and Goyle were literally like two small trolls, with only Harry's mocking smile in their eyes, completely oblivious to everything around them.

"Hurry up, Hermione!"

Harry's heart beat a few beats faster at the sight of the menacing two, he held the rudder tightly, and asked Hermione to pour all the magic into the oak boat under him, and in an instant, like a car stepping on the accelerator, it sped forward like a car with the accelerator pedal, and crashed directly into a cloud floating on the water.

The familiar sound of the wind was whistling in his ears, and Harry, who was racing the boat, accidentally found the thrill of flying freely in mid-air on his beloved Light Wheel 2000!

But even so, the distance between the two small boats is still shrinking at an alarming speed, and it seems that in a few seconds, they will hit hard!

"Harry!"

Hermione, who had pounced on the stern of the boat, looked at the shadows that were approaching behind her, and reminded nervously.

Swish!

"Hold on, Hermione!"

Suddenly, Harry crouched down and slammed the rudder, and the whole boat kept jumping on the water and in mid-air, like a rock floating in the water!

At first, Crabbe and Goyle didn't care, thinking that Potter was just repeating the old trick, but when they also turned around and the oak boat under them drifted like a front on the water, they sensed that something was wrong, because the direction of the ship's loss of control was the quagmire inhabited by the Hinkpunk that had caused him to lose his mind!

Call!

The raging wind blew away the strange shape of the smoke in an instant, and a swirl of mire about twenty feet in diameter suddenly appeared in the terrified eyes of Crabbe and Goyle, and with them was a misty shinkpunk the size of a house elf.

Hinkpunk, who was carrying a swaying 'ghost fire', stared blankly at the giant ship that seemed to be a behemoth to it, and before he could scream, he was directly knocked to pieces!

The whirlpool of the quagmire guarded by Hinkpunk has such a powerful suction power that it contains a species of silverfish that is widespread in the Indian Ocean, the Lamora fish, which is so magical that in the Middle Ages, the magicians who sailed away would use it as an anchor chain to hold the ship in place.

It was a tragic thing, for Crabbe and Goyle.

The abrupt halt of the ship was a disaster for them, with their massive inertia, and with a scream that pierced their eardrums, the two men flew through the air in graceful curves, and finally, smashed into the water like depth charges.

Harry, who had stopped not far away, laughed out loud at this funny scene in front of him, and even Hermione, who had no energy on her eyelids, couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth. ŴŴŴ.

But is the tragic fate of Crabbe and Goyle not over here?

When Crabbe and Goyle were just getting normal, a large school of Chirac fish swam from somewhere, and they circled around them, spewing arrows at them, so painful that Crabbe and Goyle screamed, and this time, even Hermione couldn't feel any pity for them.

"Congratulations on successfully passing the first round of screening--"

A familiar voice suddenly spread across the vast lake,

"Then, the rest of the warriors will compete for the glory of victory on the track!"

"It's Professor Blaine's voice!"

Harry, who had helped Hermione up, reacted immediately, and before he could ponder the meaning of Professor Bryan's words, suddenly, the space around him boiled like boiling water, and then, Harry had a sense of rapid rushing towards the sky, and the earth was rapidly moving away.

And the moment his vision became clearer, sweeping through the space that had lost his disguise, Harry's face suddenly darkened.

Three hundred feet away, the bruised-nosed Ron and Parvati were using the oak boat stuck in the mud as a shield to dodge a group of Shirac fish's water arrows, the exhausted Lavender and Seamus were leaning motionless on the side of the ship as if they were desperate, and many of the Gryffindor classmates were in either of the same conditions, with the exception of Neville and Dean who looked similar to him and Hermione.

And Slytherin, Harry glanced rudely at which of Malfoy and Parkinson were laughing at the two Gryffindors who had been sent into the mire by the two of them.

The tall and stocky Millison Boss, who had a grudge against Hermione, was staring coldly at her, and Theodore Nott behind her was silent, looking as if she hadn't used much energy.

In addition, Slytherin had a group of men, a fairly good-looking girl, Daphne Greengra and her teammate Blaise Shabini, who were whispering about the current situation, and they were equally energetic.

It has to be said that for such a game with no pre-information, Slytherin, who has a more sleek and cautious personality, has an advantage over Gryffindor.

"Three-on-two, our mana is consumed even more!"

As a Quidditch master, Harry was equally adept at analysing the situation, and in a matter of moments, he could already see what was going to happen...



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