Hermione's sudden, high-pitched screams nearly shattered the glass of the common room, and several of her best friends around her looked pained, and for a moment, they almost thought that Hermione had provoked something unclean. Cursed or something.

"I'm actually!" Hermione stomped her foot a little broken, "I just realized!" ”

Everyone in the common room was looking at Hermione, but instead of giving any explanation, she pushed aside the Weasley brothers, who were blocking her way, and ran to the entrance of the cave as fast as she could, disappearing behind the portrait of the fat lady.

No matter how stupid you are, you should know that something bad has happened, Harry and Ron's roommates, the Weasleys siblings, the Creevey brothers, these people looked at each other in amazement for a second, and at the same time took a step to chase after them.

They had only been delayed for less than ten seconds, but by the time they caught up with Hermione, she had already descended to the fifth floor.

"What the hell is going on, Hermione?"

Since returning from St. Mungo, Neville has shown a certain leader temperament, his composure is very conspicuous among the underage wizards, he stepped a few steps, and was the first to catch up with Hermione,

"Harry and Ron are in trouble?"

"Game 2 is under the Black Lake, Neville!"

Hermione could almost leap half a story up the stairs with each leap of her body, and it was so easy to stumble on her feet, and she had to concentrate on it, so she explained it briefly.

The fact that the second race is under the Black Lake can no longer be regarded as news, after all, in the past few days, the event team has set up a platform, and everyone has long speculated about it.

"But what does this have to do with Harry and Ron?"

Neville was the only one who could stay right behind Hermione and still have the strength to ask, he asked, puzzled.

"You don't understand, Neville, phew"

Jumping over a spiral staircase trap, in the blink of an eye, this group of Gryffindor students who had attracted a lot of attention had already appeared on the second floor platform. The notice posted in the foyer has officially told everyone that the venue for the second game is in the Black Lake, and the deans and prefects of each academy are organizing teams to watch the game under the marble staircase outside the foyer.

"If they want to take away the treasures of the warriors, they must find them back within an hour, otherwise they will never be seen again!"

Hermione's explanation was reversed, but Neville immediately understood, his face turning pale in an instant, and he exclaimed,

"You're saying that Harry and Ron were taken to the bottom of the Black Lagoon by them, and your test is to get them back in an hour?!"

"I'm glad you got it, Neville!"

Hermione said anxiously, glancing at the sign in the foyer and trying to rush out the door, but Neville grabbed her from behind and said with a serious expression,

"I guess you haven't had time to eat breakfast yet, Hermione."

"Breakfast?"

Hermione's eyes were confused for a moment, and then, with a ridiculous expression,

"Oh, no, Neville, listen to me, Harry and Ron are waiting for me to save them right now, I can't afford to delay a little time, or else"

"The game hasn't started yet, has it?"

Neville grabbed Hermione's sleeve and said calmly,

"Down to the Black Lake. Looking for Harry and Ron in such a big lake, it's also manual work, isn't it, Hermione, you have to eat something! ”

The others followed, and the Weasleys brothers and sisters looked at Hermione, their faces bloodless, and even Fred and George, who had escaped, did not gag again.

The Weasley children were always sarcastic to each other, but when they were in danger, they were always strangely united, and Hermione could clearly see some blame in their eyes, especially Ginny, for whom Ron and Harry were 'not to be left to fault'.

"You're right, Neville—"

Hermione pursed her lips as she rushed to the end of the table to grab a few slices of bread and pies, gulping them down and squeezing them out of the crowded foyer,

"I'll need to get to Professor McGonagall first and ask about it."

"Back to the group, Mr. Longbottom, and a few of you!"

When they found Professor McGonagall, she was leading the Gryffindor students across the lawn, perhaps because of Gryffindor's slow build-up that upset her, she didn't give Neville a good look, but when she faced Hermione, she tried to smile as gently as she could,

"How's it feeling, Hermione?"

"Oh, it's okay--"

Hermione whispered, but then, she asked eagerly,

"Professor McGonagall, I heard Neville say that you took Harry and Ron last night, and they are now if we guess?"

"You're right--" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "they've been taken away by the merfolk and are currently in the lake, waiting for you to save them." ”

How many people were eavesdropping on their conversations, and when they heard Professor McGonagall say this, there was an uproar for a while.

"Quiet!"

Professor McGonagall glared at the students sternly, then gently nudged Hermione's shoulder,

"Go ahead, Hermione, I'm sure they're already gathering the warriors, don't worry, Professor Brian will cast spells for them himself, and they'll be fine."

Professor McGonagall's pale face made Professor McGonagall feel pity, and she muttered something to her mind before Hermione left.

It was a sunny day, but as she approached the Black Lake, Hermione still felt a chill hit her, and she didn't have time to think about what it would be like when she got into the water, and ran desperately along the lakeside towards the opposite side of the lake.

The arena for the second race was not as grand as the arena set up on the high ground for the first race, except for the lakeside with one floor of seating, in addition, there were four platforms for the warriors to go into the water, and of course, the big screen was set up to broadcast the game.

Hermione saw a number of small winged objects flying along the surface of the lake, and she realized that it was Professor Bryan's surveillance glass.

She'd heard that this thing couldn't work underwater. This made Hermione breathe a sigh of relief, if her long tail was magnified and projected on the big screen for the entire European wizarding world to see, then she would rather stay in St. Mungo for another half a month.

Approaching the arena, Hermione saw a table covered with a golden tablecloth on the grass next to the lake, and Cedric, Fleur, and Krum were all standing at the referee's table, and they watched Hermione jump over a few small puddles like a delphine and quickly approach.

"Sorry, I'm late, am I?"

The ground near the table was wet, and Hermione skated a dozen feet through the mud like she skated, stopping steadily on the edge of the table.

"Oh, there's still half an hour!"

Ludo said with a smile, as if he admired Hermione's physical strength after running for so long, and only slightly gasped.

Professor Moody was patrolling the lake, and when he saw Hermione, he pretended to walk around, only to look at Hermione, who was listening to Ludo's briefing, and then turned his gaze to Cedric, who hesitated and nodded imperceptibly.

"I'm Qiu Zhang, Fleur is her sister, and Krum's selection is strange, they chose Durmstrang's headmaster, and he is still the referee, who are you, Hermione?"

Ten minutes before the game, Professor McGonagall finally led the Gryffindor students over, and the arena was chaotic for a while, and Cedric avoided Ludo and chatted with Hermione.

"I think it's Harry and Ron."

Hermione looked at the sparkling black lake and judged which direction she would look for it when she got down.

"Two?"

Cedric said in surprise, his eyes glowing with sympathy,

"They shouldn't be able to figure out which one is most important to you, so it's better to save the day, have you found a way to breathe under the lake?"

"I came up with it just a few days ago." Hermione's eyes were still roaming the lake, coping with Cedric, "But I'm not sure if it will go wrong, you know, the spells that work are only practiced by the seniors, I'm just fooling around--"

"Oh-"

Cedric nodded, and he approached Hermione as he feigned disappointment, a dark green mass sliding into his palm.

He lightly touched the back of Hermione's hand with the back of his hand, and he was also pretending to look at the Black Lake,

"You helped me in the first game, Hermione so, I think, I have to--"

Absent-minded, Hermione immediately became alert, noticing Cedric's small movements and recognizing what he was trying to hand her.

She had seen patterns in the book Sirius had given her, something that had helped Sirius' ancestor survive a difficult time, and it was very valuable.

"No!"

As if electrocuted, Hermione moved away from Cedric,

"Oh, I'm grateful, but no, Cedric, this is what you came up with, you should use it yourself, and I have my own plans."

Hermione said firmly.

"It's actually--"

Cedric glanced behind him weakly, fearing that his entanglement would turn the back of the referee's bench to see the clue, and he anxiously wanted to explain, but Hermione had already followed Fleur and Krum to his diving platform.

After shrugging his shoulders helplessly, he had no choice but to stuff the cheek grass into his pocket, and he didn't plan to use it.

"So!"

On the referee's bench, Ludo's voice was like thunder, sweeping across the dark lake to the stands,

"Our warriors are ready to go, and as soon as I blow the whistle, the second project begins. They had a full hour to reclaim what they had snatched from their backs, and I counted to three. One or two. Three, let's go! ”

(End of chapter)