The days at Hogwarts

Graves glanced at Harry, who was guarding the hostage. His expression seemed a little suspicious, and he said nothing. He tremblingly issued a cutting curse to break the rope, held But on his shoulders and floated some distance away, then turned back and asked:

"Why don't you leave? What are you waiting for?"

A string of large silver bubbles came out from between his lips, and the accent and intonation were very strange. Harry immediately realized that he had something in his mouth. It was very similar to the tone of his speech when he had a mandrake in his mouth.

"Have you seen Fleur?"

Graves pointed at the water, bubbling in his mouth: "Her head-bubbly spell broke and she has landed."

"What about Gabrielle?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen!"

Harry didn't answer, and looked at the only two hostages left. Gabrielle's head was resting on Ginny's shoulder, her silver hair falling with the water, and her face was blue.

Although he didn't think anything would happen, looking at the little girl's lifeless face, Harry silently clenched the wand in his hand.

He didn't dare to gamble.

Graves was still hanging above, looking at the youngest and smallest warrior with doubts.

"[Split into pieces]"

A spell accurately cut the two ropes. Harry grabbed the back collar of one person's clothes with one hand and swung his flippers vigorously upstream.

Harry swam several times, but he never felt the resistance of the water, and the surrounding scenery did not change. He lowered his head and saw the water plants wrapped around his ankles below, and couldn't help but fall silent.

Was his action just now particularly stupid?

Graves grinned and spit out a string of bubbles. If he could hear his doubts, he would definitely nod vigorously.

"Your project is to rescue your own friends, don't worry about others." The bass mermaid said expressionlessly.

"She's my friend too!" Harry shouted, pointing at Gabrielle.

The bass mermaid pointed the harpoon at him: "Your referee Crouch specifically told him that each warrior can only take away one hostage. This is the rule!"

The mermaids around him stopped smiling and stared at Harry with their yellow eyes.

Hermione's voice came to Harry's mind. After returning from the underwater trip, she read a lot of mermaid information and talked about it every day when doing homework. He also listened to some useful information, such as - most of them Mermaids know nothing about magic.

Harry picked up Ginny by the waist, grabbed Gabrielle's collar with his fingers, and pointed his wand at the mermaid with one hand.

A string of bubbles came out of his mouth: "I count to three!"

Before he could start counting, the mermaids suddenly dispersed and swarmed up.

The mermaid was breaking his fingers, pulling the hostage and wand in his hand, the mermaid was dragging him down, and the mermaid was covering his mouth...

He struggled to paddle his webbed feet, but was unable to push his body up. Ginny and Gabrielle were like two sacks full of potatoes, dragging him down... Harry swam with all his strength. , until both legs were stiff and the shoulders ached terribly from the drag of Ginny and Gabri.

Swimming really slowly.

Harry looked up at the sky and knew that he must still be very deep under the water. The surface of the water was still dark.

"A rigid British gentleman..."

Graves rolled his eyes, took But's hand and turned around, aiming his wand at the surging mermaids below.

"[Relaxation of strength]"

……

On the referee's bench, Principal Albert Fontana stared at the water with a solemn expression. The one-hour deadline is approaching, and their Ilvermorny warriors haven't come out yet.

Madame Maxime's face was even more ugly. Fleur Delacour was the first to come out, but that was because the bubble head spell broke, causing the competition to fail. Beauxbatons was destined to be at the bottom in this round.

Bagman, the commentator and referee, glanced at Karkarov quietly and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Durmstrang's warriors were the second to complete their mission and emerge from the water. In the past, Karkaroff would have been making fun of other schools in a sinister manner.

It's actually quite quiet today!

"The same is true for the Head Bubble Charm. Cedric Diggory of Hogwarts is very skilled. In comparison, Miss Fleur Delacour has not yet fully mastered it. Principal Dumbledore is very successful in teaching." Crow Qi said in a slow tone.

Ms. Maxim's expression became even uglier: "Don't forget, there is a warrior down there in Hogwarts. He might have drowned because he was trying too hard!"

Dumbledore remained unmoved, his smile still gentle: "I believe Harry."

"..."

Fontana sat in the middle and felt that he should say something to break the stiff atmosphere: "Mr. Crouch, tell us about the underwater situation. You and Mr. Bagman have done a long test, it should be very learn."

Bagman's expression condensed, and he looked at Crouch next to him with resentment.

"I just followed the process in the plan to prevent accidents." Crouch said unhurriedly, "Speaking of underwater, I would also like to ask Principal Fontana, Ilvermorny's How do warriors breathe underwater? Your method seems to be different from others?"

"Well..." Fontana laughed, "It's a strange magical plant leaf, a specialty of Ilvermorny, so I won't introduce it in detail."

Crouch's eyes flickered.

"Come out, come out!"

Suddenly cheers rang out from the stands, and the little wizards stood up one after another.

Under the support of magic, Harry, Graves, Boot, Ginny and Gabrielle broke through the water at the same time and fell on the shore.

The three hostages opened their eyes one after another. They were unconscious underwater and had no idea what was happening. Their expressions were frightened and confused.

Graves spat out the chewed rotten leaves and swallowed the fresh and wonderful air: "You have done me a disservice, you brainless British gentleman."

"You too, the warm-hearted American wizard."

Harry gasped but smiled happily. His gills and webs retracted into the flesh and disappeared, leaving only a faint red mark.

He saw many green-haired heads emerging from the water, and the basso mermaid smiled kindly at him.

Outside the crowd, Loren shook the chip bag at him, and Hermione stood nearby.

Madam Pomfrey draped a thick blanket over them, and Ron nervously dried Ginny's hair with a towel, muttering something about him wasting his time.

In the midst of the commotion, Ginny let Ron hold her head and rock it, looking at Harry happily and without blinking.

Suddenly, she saw someone rushing over quickly and rubbing his lips on Harry's cheek again and again, it was so shameless!

Fleur thanked her excitedly: "You saved her, even though that was not your responsibility! Thank you!"

Ginny lowered her head silently, feeling her fist harden.

Chapter 486 The atmosphere is subtle

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have finally made a decision. Merkus, the female mermaid leader, told us exactly what happened under the lake. We decided to rate the warriors as follows based on a full score of fifty points... …”

"The first is Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons. Although she showed excellent use of the Bubble Charm, she was attacked by Grindylow as she approached her target and failed to rescue the hostages. We give her two Fifteen points.”

"Cedric Diggory of Hogwarts, who also used the Head Bubble Charm and was the first to return with the hostages. For this reason, we give him forty-seven points."

"Victor Krum of Durmstrang used Transfiguration, which was incomplete but still effective. He was the second to return with the hostages. We give him forty points."

"Finally, there are two most special warriors, Harry Potter from Hogwarts and Pickley Graves from Ilvermorny. One of them took Gillyweed and the other held a mysterious leaf in his mouth, and both achieved amazing results. Although they were the last warriors to return, it took them more than the stipulated time of one hour."

"However, the mermaid female leader told us that Mr. Potter was the first to find the hostages. He failed to return in time because he wanted to ensure that all the hostages returned safely, instead of only caring about his own hostages. Mr. Graves He could have been the fourth person to complete the task, but he couldn't bear to put his competitors in crisis and abandon hostages that had nothing to do with him. "

"After the majority of the referees decided that this fully reflects the noble moral character, Mr. Porter's score is 45 points and Mr. Graves's score is 42 points!"

"The third and final project will be carried out on the evening of June 24th. The warriors will know the specific content of the project one month in advance. Thank you for your support to the warriors!"

"..."

The sky was dim, and the deep blue night sky was faintly black, but this did not affect the large and magnificent red-gold clouds lighting up on the dome of the auditorium, as if a small fragment had been stolen from the real sky last summer, making the entire auditorium look like a sunset. A sight of molten gold.

The little wizards gathered around the five hostages and five warriors, eagerly asking about the exciting adventures that took place in the underwater world.

The long-awaited expectations of the past three months finally turned into reality, but they actually just blew the cold wind on the gray-black lake all morning. You know, the first project was an exciting and thrilling fire dragon showdown that was eye-catching.

The ears of the warriors have never been quiet since they left the water. No matter where they go, there are always curious students cheering behind them. The sharp chirping sounds are more unbearable than the gurgling bubbles and water under the water.

Harry felt that the various noises had turned into heavy sludge and filled his head, causing a dull pain in his brain. The front lobe of his brain was also dizzy, and he could no longer hear what the people around him were saying. .

Just like when they first met, Graves was sitting at the Gryffindor table. It's just that the bystanders are no longer as reserved and shy as they were when they first met. They all have no scruples, especially the young man named Lee Jordan, who is using all his strength to slap him on the shoulder and take out the last minute of water from his mouth. s story.

"At that time, I saw Harry being submerged by the mermaid. I didn't think much about it, so I just..."

After Graves finished speaking in a daze, he saw the two red-haired twins next to Lee Jordan raising their arms and shouting.

"The most detailed underwater competition, the commentator Lee Jordan tells it with all his heart!"

"No need to pay, buy Weasley's Magic Joke Shop supplies and listen!"

"10% off canary cookies, 30% off fake wands..."

The little wizards surrounding them immediately dispersed and gathered tightly around the three people. The scene was even more crowded than a supermarket Christmas sale.

But this is good, my ears can finally be quiet for a while.

Graves looked at the long table, picked up the goblet and came behind the youngest warrior, patting him on the shoulder: "Hey, Harry."

"Oh, um..." Harry turned around and saw him, and hurriedly swallowed the steak in his mouth, "Oh, hello, Graves."

"Just call me Pikli." Graves smiled slightly.

"Uh, okay, Pickley." Harry choked a little. He didn't look into the eyes of the person in front of him, feeling a little embarrassed.

Graves raised his glass to greet him: "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten such a high score."

Harry quickly picked up the cup and clinked it with him. Seeing that there was milk in his cup, he couldn't help but blush a little: "It's me who should thank you. If you hadn't saved me, I probably wouldn't have gotten any points. Thank you. You, Gray…Pickley.”

Graves touched his glass and drank the champagne in one gulp. His smile became more sincere. Before leaving, he turned back and said: "Harry, you are a true warrior."

Harry groggily picked up his knife and fork again, and couldn't help but wonder as he pointed it at the steak.

What does this mean?

It sounds very mature, but I feel like I can't compare to others...

Forget it, this mature attitude doesn't suit him, it suits people like Loren and Hermione.

Harry subconsciously glanced to the side out of the corner of his eye and saw Loren sneaking away from Hermione's roasted chicken leg. He was silent for a moment, thinking too much, and there was no Loren.

Compared with the lively and festive students, the atmosphere at the guest table seemed a bit subtle.

Ms. Maxim elegantly shared a roasted pork elbow. The skin was crispy and the pork elbow was sizzling with oil. Although it shrank a little when roasted, it was bigger than some wizards' heads.

However, the giantess's movements were slow and smooth, without a trace of chaos. Even the oily sheen was only on her lips. Seeing such a scene, the people next to her would inevitably feel weird.

Look at the other mixed-race giant not far away, looking at this side longingly...

Karkaroff looked away, and the strange feeling in his heart became even stronger.

Principal Fontana's heart was beating very happily. Thinking of what happened during the day, he couldn't help laughing softly: "Albus, I must say, there are many things worth learning about the education at Hogwarts. I was thinking , even if the Goblet of Fire competition is over, we should strengthen our ties.”

"It's an honor." Dumbledore laughed, "Speaking of which, Hogwarts and Ilvermorny should be like a family. We are brother schools, what do you think?"

"Yes, as close as brothers!" Principal Fontana raised his glass excitedly, "To the great Salazar Slytherin."

Crouch's eyes lit up when he heard this, he raised his glass and joined in: "To the great Salazar Slytherin."

"To all the great wizards who founded and protected the school." Dumbledore smiled.

Hearing these words, Ms. Maxim also raised her glass: "I think that great schools all have similarities, not only whether they have superb magic skills, whether they have strong combat abilities, but also..."

She took a deep look at Karkaroff: "There is also the cultivation of morality and character, a school that cultivates good wizards."

Karkaroff was so angry that his mustache trembled. Who was he implying, saying that Durmstrang trained all dark wizards?

It's obvious that these two schools are training stupid guys, who would think that the competition will really drown people?

The time limit is just to allow them to come back within the specified time. Who would waste time because of being a hero?

He raised his glass and clinked it with them in annoyance, making the sound so loud that one worried that the glass would break.

"That's right, but I think magic skills are the basic ability of a wizard. The prerequisite for developing moral integrity is the ability to protect oneself, right?" Karkaroff gasped, "If the students you teach can't even She couldn't protect herself well, and when faced with a real battle, she couldn't hold out until the end of the battle. The aftermath of someone else's curse made her defeated. Such morals are useless. "

Anyone could tell that he was talking about Fleur Delacour's poor skills. She couldn't even pass the simplest underwater breathing and Grindylow levels, and her score was also the lowest in the game... Ms. Maxime was so angry that her chest was pounding. ups and downs.

The clinking of glasses finally ended in a subtle atmosphere.

The simple Ludo Bagman drank a big gulp of ice-cold wine, and every inch of his senses from his throat to his stomach shivered with pleasure.

He felt that his wallet was filling up. The popular player Viktor Krum was second to last, and Harry Potter was second. With these two items alone, his debts were halved.

By the time the third project is completed, he will not only be able to pay off his debts, but also become a rich man!

Speaking of debts, are there some that don’t need to be repaid...

"Snapped!"