Chapter 484 Who Cares About the Second Project?

"You practice swimming in the bathtub?" Ron said incredulously, "How can you make any progress? Can you tell what bath lotion the prefect uses in the bathroom just by drinking a sip?"

"Keep your voice down!" Harry said in annoyance, "Is it because I don't want to practice in the Black Lake? There are ice chips on it!"

"Krum can do it." Loren's voice was light and floating.

Hermione turned her head and glared at them one by one: "Listen carefully!"

In the spell class, the four of them sat alone at a table at the back of the classroom.

Professor Flitwick's lecture echoed in the classroom: "The spell we are going to practice today is exactly the opposite of the summoning spell, the expulsion spell!"

"In order to prevent things from flying around in the classroom and causing teaching accidents, I have prepared a lot of cushions for each of you to practice." Professor Flitwick's proud mustache shook slightly, "In this way, even if you go astray, you won't hurt anyone..."

Loren listened to Professor Flitwick's arrangements and felt that the plan was very good, but plans can never keep up with changes.

The young wizards had no accuracy at all. Not long after they started practicing, some of them started to make some unplanned things fly all over the room - such as Professor Flitwick.

"Forget about swimming for a while, okay?" Harry said in a low voice, and then Professor Flitwick flew past them helplessly and landed on the large bookcase behind them, "I want to tell you about Snape and Karkaroff..."

In order to avoid anyone getting hurt, Professor Flitwick, who was flying in the air, tried his best to control other flying tables, chairs, benches and young wizards. Whether flying in the sky or letting others fly in the sky, the students had a lot of fun, so no one paid attention to what they were saying.

In the next half an hour, Harry described in detail the news he heard outside Snape's office.

"Snape and Karkaroff have a secret that they cannot see the light of day?" Ron's eyes lit up with excitement. He waved his wand and cast a banishing spell on the cushion. The cushion flew into the air and lost control, knocking off Lavender's hat. "Well... it sounds like they are old friends, or very close old friends, don't you think?"

"I don't know what secrets they have, but Karkaroff looks panicked." Harry waved his wand carelessly, and his cushion slid down the table. "From their conversation, something is becoming more and more obvious, and it is something that scares Karkaroff and makes him want to run away..."

Loren raised his eyebrows and at the same time controlled several cushions that had fallen out of control to fly up and fly back unsteadily.

"Run away?" Ron's eyes widened, and his second cushion spun and flew high into the sky, knocking the chandelier into the air. "Harry... I can't think of anything else that would scare him away except that person!"

"You mean..." Hermione waved her wand casually, and the cushion fell accurately into the box, "But Karkaroff is a Death Eater himself, he has no reason to be afraid of his master, and why did he tell Snape this?"

"It might be Professor Moody." Harry suddenly said, "I heard some news that Professor Moody always keeps an eye on Karkaroff, and even searched Durmstrang's cabin and Snape's office!"

Loren controlled the cushion to rotate slowly, and some doubts arose in his heart.

Dumbledore hasn't planned to expose Moody's identity yet...

Ron said happily: "Is Professor Moody really not afraid that Snape will put drugs in his wine bottle?"

Harry couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and cast a spell on the cushion, letting it fall into the box wobbling: "Never mind, I'd better think about swimming first."

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, still thinking about the drugging.

Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem impossible.

...

February 22, Wednesday.

The snow in the venue has completely melted. Whenever the little wizards approach the windows of the classroom or the lounge, they will always be attracted by the wide lake. The large iron-gray cold lake surface and the dark and cold bottom of the water are as far away as the moon.

Hagrid completely abandoned his cute little skrewt and explained the knowledge about unicorns like a competent professor of the Care of Magical Creatures course. The teaching equipment was changed from adult unicorns to two unicorn cubs.

The two fluffy little guys, with pure golden hair and black eyes, looked at the students around them timidly.

The little witches were so happy that they were almost crazy, but they clenched their teeth tightly, fearing that their laughter would scare them.

Hagrid introduced to the whole class in a hoarse voice: "Unicorn cubs are easier to get close to than adults. They turn silver when they are about two years old, grow horns when they are about four years old, and only turn pure white when they are adults, which is about seven years old at that time...

"When they are young, they are more credulous and don't dislike boys... Come here, get closer.

"If you like, you can pat them and give them a few pieces of these sugar cubes..."

Loren looked at the sugar cubes in the tin box.

Hey, it's actually produced by Honeydukes, and there are hazelnuts, peanuts and almonds in the sugar cubes...

He fed himself one first, then grabbed two and put them in the palm of his hand, and put them close to the mouth of the unicorn cub.

The unicorn cub blinked its black eyes like black gemstones and looked at him, stretched out its pink tender tongue to lick it, and rubbed him sillyly from time to time with its head tilted.

The little witches' eyes were sparkling, and they couldn't hold back their impulse to take out their own snacks and candies to feed the baby.

While everyone gathered around the unicorn cub, Hagrid walked aside and asked in a low voice: "The competition will be in one day, Harry, how are you preparing?"

"Uh, not bad." Harry replied a little guilty.

"Don't be nervous, Harry." Hagrid patted his shoulder with a heavy hand, causing his knees to bend. "I have always believed that as long as you want to do something, there is nothing you can't do... It’s going to win, I know it, I can feel it!”

One more day, one more day...

Harry felt time slipping away, as if someone had enchanted the clocks to make them move faster.

…

The day before the game, the Gryffindor common room.

Loren was fiddling with the hair that had been removed from the little unicorn yesterday with great interest, and jotting down something in his notebook from time to time.

Hermione was reading a large history book with her chin on her hands, but her eyes were always looking to the side.

Why doesn't this person do his astronomy homework?

From time to time, a little wizard would pass by and say "Come on" to Harry, who responded feebly.

"I know what I should do." Harry lay down listlessly on "Twenty Swimming Tips". "If I want to pursue swimming speed, I should use gillyweed. If I have enough time, I will use The red coral stone swims slowly.”

"But, the faster you complete the task, the higher your score will be." Ron whispered, "Don't you want to become the Warrior Champion?"

Ron was even more uneasy than Harry. He also wanted to be a part of the competition and be in the limelight, and he would never allow anyone to hold him back.

"I……"

Harry admitted that he was moved.

"Come on Harry, no one wants you to become the champion more than us." Fred's voice suddenly came, "Then we can save enough money to open a store faster."

"Oh, do you two have anything to do with us?" Ron asked.

"We want to ask you where Ginny is?" George held his shoulders and shook him back and forth. "Professor McGonagall called her over, and also called Cho Chang, Gabrielle from Beauxbatons, and Boot from Ilvermorny. …”

"What, Ginny?!"

Ron was struck by lightning.

…

"It's a bet, it's a bet! Action is worse than a heartbeat! Come on, don't be shy, everyone!"

"The second game of the Goblet of Fire is about to begin..."

On the shore of the Black Lake, George and Fred were hawking loudly. They carried pens and paper with them to ensure that every bet had a certificate and there would never be any mistakes.

"Four boys and one girl!"

"The odds are fair, this is the only one..."

"Want a bet?"

"Five people go into the water, how many can survive?"

Just then, two figures walking hand in hand passed by. Hermione looked at them expressionlessly: "Oh, please, you two, please be kind..."

Loren looked at their equipment with interest: "And you promised Mr. Weasley that you would not participate in gambling. Did you forget about the night of the Quidditch World Cup?"

Fred spread his hands: "Oh, we are indeed not involved in gambling."

"We are sitting in the village." George looked at him and turned around to greet him louder.

"The bet is placed!"

"Fu Rong, pay ten for one."

Loren and Hermione smiled helplessly, turned and walked towards the competition venue.

"Where's Ron?"

"have no idea."

"..."

Harry and Neville walked side by side, avoiding the eyes of others and looking at the gilly grass in their hands. It was slimy, smelly, and shaped like countless slippery gray-green rat tails.

"This can make your hands and feet grow webs, greatly speeding up your swimming speed."

"Are you sure, Neville?"

"Of course, that's what the book says."

"Can you hold it for an hour?"

"it should be OK."

"it should be OK?"

"..."

The venue for the second game was set underwater, and the judges scored based on the mermaids' language broadcast. The audience on the water could not watch the game at all. Moreover, five warriors competed at the same time. The game lasted one hour, and it only took one and a half hours including the opening and closing. , so compared to the viewing seats in the first game, this time it was much simpler.

The breeze blew slowly across the lake, causing sparkling ripples. In the center of the lake, three hanging tower auditoriums were built with wood and hay, and narrow wooden boats came and went to greet the little wizards.

On the hastily constructed referee's bench, Ludo Bagman put his wand against his neck, and his voice thundered across the dark lake to the opening stage:

"Welcome to the second event. Last night, all five warriors had one thing stolen - their treasures."

The warriors lined up on the shore, each one ten feet apart, wearing different swimsuits.

Harry was on the far right, and he couldn't help but glance to the left. Of course, the boys didn't have much to look at. The one who looked good was Fleur, who was wearing a backless one-piece swimsuit, revealing a large area of ​​smooth, white and tender skin.

Loren and Hermione found a seat in the corner and sat down. There was no live broadcast anyway, so they took out snacks and fed the fish.

"Do you have to feed the fish even if you don't fish?" Hermione glanced at him lightly.

"You don't understand, it's all about accumulating luck." Loren didn't look away and threw down a few potato chips.

"Do Fleur's legs look good?"

"It should be pretty good-looking. Harry was stunned. Click, click, click..." Loren said slowly, chewing potato chips calmly and calmly, "But I don't know, mainly because I haven't seen other girls. Wearing it like this, there is no reference standard, and I can’t tell whether it looks good or not.”

"Yeah?"

"Yes, so when will you wear it for me to see?"

After speaking, Loren secretly glanced at her legs. They were straight, with graceful curves and good proportions.

Unfortunately, it's just a pair of jeans.

"Look at this strawberry pudding!" Hermione finally couldn't help but spat at him, reaching out to cover his eyes with her fingers tightly, leaving no space for him.

"Hey, that's not fair! There are obviously more male warriors, but I didn't even stop you from looking..."

Loren's protest was drowned in Bagman's explanation: "...these five treasures, one for each warrior, are now lying at the bottom of the Black Lake. To win, each warrior only needs to find the treasure and return On the water, the difficulty lies in the time limit of one hour!”

Sharp whistles echoed in the cold, delicate air, and a burst of cheers and applause erupted from the stands.

Hearing only a few splashes, Hermione released her hand covering his eyes, and the place where the warriors originally stood side by side was now vacant.

"It's all your fault. I didn't see any magic used by other warriors." Luo Lun complained outright, "You have to compensate, I want to see the swimsuit!"

Hermione put her hand into his bag of potato chips with an expressionless expression: "Cedric and Fleur used the Bubble Charm, but Fleur didn't seem to have fully mastered it yet. Krum used human transformation to become half human and half shark. , Graves couldn’t see anything unusual, it seemed like he had something like a leaf in his mouth..."

"I don't care. This game is nothing to watch in the first place. You compensate me for my viewing experience." Loren glanced at her expression quietly.

"..."

Hermione suddenly felt the weight of an extra leg on her legs. Looking down, she saw that the man had put his left leg on her legs and was sitting in a strange posture, with his butt still on the stool.

"This is not compensation, this is just interest. Compensation must be calculated separately."

"..."

Hermione stood on tiptoes and wiggled twice, changing to a less awkward angle.

"Your legs are soft and flexible. Can I sit on them all?" Loren fed her a potato chip.

"Crack, click, click..."

"If you don't say anything, I'll assume you agree?"

Hermione was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't agree, but I can help you with your astronomy homework."

Loren clicked his tongue and looked meaningfully into her eyes, but she turned her head to look at the water, looking like she was watching the game intently, chewing potato chips in her mouth: "Kacha kacha..."

"I don't agree!" Loren said in a deep voice, "I should be the one giving you tutoring lessons. I've done a great job in astronomy!"

"..."