Chapter 643: Chaotic Start

In fact, when the day of the competition came, no matter how many times he had practiced before, Harry still felt that his body began to become stiff.

It's not that he doesn't believe Fan Lin, it's just that he is a little panicked now.

Ever since they started communicating in the Black Lake, Harry could not move forward every time he swam to the seaweed jungle.

In Fanlin's words, this is the magic of the Goblet of Fire, which prevents the contestants from spying.

Fan Lin also described the situation of the mermaid tribe to him.

The short stone houses, black or blue water plants, and those ugly mermaids are all warriors holding steel forks...

Well, there are stone pillars and statues, and even a square. This is probably all the mermaid tribe has.

Only when it was truly confirmed could Harry feel confident.

There is also the gillweed. Fan Lin told him that it can last for about an hour, but it will take him forty minutes to go back and forth. If he encounters any trouble...

The problem of casting spells was solved, the silent spell, and Harry also mastered the ability to make sounds underwater, but the feeling of gurgling and bubbling was not very pleasant.

The water from the Black Lake didn't taste very good, but Harry had had enough of it anyway.

The most amazing discovery is another application of the Bubble Curse. Harry exercises his own magic power through the Bubble Curse. Under high-intensity pressure, the Bubble Curse continues to break, and then out of survival Instinctively, Harry squeezed his magic as much as possible.

The benefits of this kind of practice were obvious. Compared to before, Harry felt as if he had stolen a month to grow.

For this reason, Fanlin felt extremely excited. Would struggling in the dying state help increase his magic power?

This is an interesting subject, and naturally Fanlin will not let go of such an opportunity.

Today's magic world has almost completely lost the means of unnatural growth of magic power. Fanlin's increase in magic power comes from constant consumption, emptying his own magic power, and then absorbing more magic power again and again.

Fortunately, his body could withstand it. In Snape's words, this was an extremely painful method. If it weren't for the fact that his bloodline power was still maintained, Fan Lin would probably have suffered a mental breakdown in his second grade.

Fortunately, with the help of Eton, Fanlin was able to continue this method to enhance magic power. Later, Nicoléme kept the magic stone that should have been destroyed. Although he lost the power to make the elixir of life, But the huge magic power accumulated by the magic stone has been retained.

Fan Lin's personal wear made the magic stone increase his magic power all the time.

However, Harry had no such opportunity.

In fact, Fan Lin was also doing it for the good of his partners. After all, Voldemort was a wizard who could defeat Dumbledore head-on. In the face of absolute power, many times, strategies would not work.

Naturally, Fan Lin was also very careful about Harry's strength. For example, he tied a stone to Harry's body and then sank from the deep water.

emmm…

This is also good for Harry!

Anyway, Harry said that he had eaten very little for dinner recently. Every time he came up from the lake, Harry always felt that his stomach was bloated, and then, from time to time, he would vomit out a grain or two of sand...

This doesn't seem very tasty.

Anyway, Harry felt that he was really going to be defeated by Fan Lin. If possible, Harry would rather stay on the shore like this...

But... where was Ron?

Harry searched several times, but Ron had not appeared in the lounge since last night.

Then, until now...

"Neville, what time is it now?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes. He had trouble sleeping because of nervousness last night. At first, he was waiting for Ron, but later on, Harry's mind had wandered to nowhere.

emmm…

"It's almost ten o'clock, Harry. Fan Lin asked me to come over and call you. Before your game..."

"Oh...my God, it's match day..." Harry was going crazy.

Look what you have done?

The next day was the Three Witches Fighting Competition, and I had insomnia the day before. The worst thing was that I didn't lose insomnia because of the magic preparing for the competition, but because of some boring tension.

This is definitely not a good thing, I hope I can be in a good state.

Yes, I hope...

It can only be hope.

"Quick, Neville, help me." Harry jumped out of bed.

The two of them hurriedly put on Harry's Gryffindor-style shirt. Then, before he could go downstairs, Harry suddenly remembered his mission today.

He was going to find a mermaid in the Black Lake. Could it be that he was going to run into the water for a long distance dressed like this?

This is too bad.

Harry had to take off his robe and put on swimming shorts underneath.

"Ha... Harry... your wand holster..." Neville found a dark leather holster from a pile of clothes.

"Oh, crap." Harry slapped his head, he was really confused.

Harry had to take off his clothes again, and then tied the black leather muff to his legs.

His wand is not like Fanlin's. It can be big or small, long or short...

This sentence...well, there's nothing wrong with it...

Underwater, combat is also a problem. It's not just a matter of spells, but also the movement of waving spells...

In a world that slowed down, Harry felt that being underwater would affect his performance.

Whether it's the difficulty of casting spells or the speed of casting spells... well, the most important thing is the wand holster, otherwise Harry wouldn't even be able to carry the wand.

Stumped to say, catch it in your hand?

Otherwise, he could also listen to Fan Lin and hold the wand in his mouth...

No matter which method he used, it seemed hard for Harry to accept it. This was simply not the attitude a Hogwarts wizard should have.

Anyway, he felt terrible now.

Overslept and then asked Neville to help.

In fact, they had always been there to help Neville.

"Hurry up, Neville," Harry shouted, "I think we're going to be too late."

"Oh, okay, come on." Neville tied his shoelaces in a hurry. He almost tripped over the damn thing before.

"By the way, Neville, where's Ron, have you seen him?" Harry asked.

"Ron?" Neville recalled carefully, "I seem...I don't seem to have seen him."

Neville was not sure. The last time he saw Ron was in the auditorium last night. Ron and Professor McGonagall walked out in a hurry.

"Forget it, Neville." Harry shook his head, "Don't worry about him. I think if I'm late, they will think that I will give up the game directly." (To be continued)