Chapter 270 Clues and Response Methods for the Second Project

"Throw it in?" Harry asked in shock, "What if it gets soaked?"

"Don't worry, you are right to listen to me!" George assured, patting his chest, "This is also a special alchemy product for the Four Powers Tournament, and it is not that fragile."

Harry gave George a suspicious look and felt that no matter what, there was nothing wrong with giving it a try. So he finally gritted his teeth and threw the golden egg into the water.

With a "plop", the golden egg fell into the foamy water and quickly disappeared.

"Then what?" Harry was stunned for a moment, then turned to George and asked.

"Then you have to jump in." George smirked, stood behind Harry and secretly pushed him into the bath.

"Hey, wait, I haven't changed my clothes yet...GuluGulu..."

The water here was very deep. He straightened up, but his toes could barely reach the bottom of the pool. Harry accidentally choked on a large amount of water.

After a while, he struggled to surface and glared angrily at George, who had a smirk on his face.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm helping you!" George had no awareness of what bad things he had done. Instead, he said with a playful smile, "Why don't you go and see how your golden egg is doing?"

Harry took a deep breath and decided to find out the information about the second event of the Four-wizard Tournament first, and then settle the score with George alone.

He swam back and forth in the water twice before finally finding the golden egg in the hot, moist and foamy water.

He plunged into the water and fished out the golden egg.

There were clouds of colorful mist floating around, and this atmosphere made Harry's head foggy. He was completely unaware of what changes the golden egg had made in the water.

"It doesn't seem to be responding?" Harry asked.

"Why don't you open it and try?" George said.

Harry stretched out his arms, held the golden egg in his wet hands, and opened it. Suddenly, piercing screams filled the bathroom, echoing and oscillating between the marble walls——

But the sound was as incomprehensible as ever, and it was mixed with all the echoes in the bathroom to make it even more confusing.

He snapped it shut, worried that the sound would attract the other prefects and Filch to him.

"George, are you playing another prank?" Harry looked at George suspiciously and asked with a frown.

"Who do you think I am, Harry!" George shouted with annoyance, "No matter how much I like pranks, I will never make fun of your game!"

"If you think about it again, did I just ask you to jump into the water with the golden egg?" He sat on the edge of the bath and said to Harry.

"Yeah, aren't I just standing in the water holding the golden egg?" Harry still looked very confused.

"Think about it, Harry, if this egg can be solved by just soaking it in water, then why did I bring you to this bathroom?" George said, "I mean-you put it Bury your head in the water with the golden egg, and then open the golden egg..."

"Is that so?" Harry was still a little doubtful.

But with the mentality of coming back, he took a deep breath, got under the water, and opened the shell of the golden egg again.

Now, sitting on the marble bottom of the bubble bath, he heard a chorus of strange sounds coming from the opened golden egg in his hand.

Harry was a little surprised and clenched the golden egg in his hand, and quickly listened attentively to what those strange voices were singing -

“Seek us, where our voices ring, we cannot sing on the ground.

As you search, consider:

We took away your most beloved treasure,

You only have an hour,

To find and regain what we have taken, and in time bury hope,

It has completely disappeared and will never see the light of day. "

After hearing this, Harry stepped on the bottom of the water with the soles of his feet, letting himself float up and out of the bubble-filled water.

He shook his head, shaking his hair out of his eyes, and took a livid breath.

"Did you hear anything?" George asked enthusiastically.

"I heard it..." Harry said thoughtfully, "'Look for us, where our voices ring...' Actually, this reminder does not need to be said... Wait, I need to hear it again..."

With that said, he plunged under the foamy water again.

It took three times for the Golden Egg's song to be sung underwater before Harry managed to commit it to memory.

He emerged from the water again and shouted to George eagerly: "George, did you bring paper and pen?"

"What's wrong, can't you remember?" George asked.

"I can almost remember it, but I'm afraid I'll forget it after tonight." Harry said, "It's better to write down the content here as much as possible, just in case I miss anything!"

"I'm looking for..." George said while rummaging around in his pocket, "...Ah, here it is, here is a color-changing quill, and a piece of parchment that I usually use to record inspiration. .”

"Color-changing quill? Isn't this the magical joke prop you and Fred were working on?" Harry asked worriedly.

"No problem. As long as you write in a specific way, the color-changing quill can write clearly enough." George said confidently, "You can read it and I will write it down for you."

After they had memorized all the songs verbatim, Harry finally crawled out of the bath in wet clothes and sat next to George.

"I have to find those who can't make a sound on the ground..." he said slowly, "Hmm...who could that be?"

"I feel it's already obvious." George raised his eyebrows, "What else can there be besides those underwater animals?"

"That's right," Harry nodded, "The first project is to face the fire dragon, so it should be reasonable for the second project to face some magical animals living in the water, and we have an hour to go this time. Find those 'treasures'."

"Then a question arises, how do you stay underwater for an hour?" George asked pointedly.

Harry froze.

Yes, swimming in the black lake on a cold day is already difficult, not to mention those so-called "treasures" must be in the deepest part of the black lake... How can he hold his breath for an hour without breathing? What about retrieving those "treasures"?

"Don't think so much now," George saw that the atmosphere was a little solemn, so he played to his usual strengths and made a face at Harry, "It's not too late to think about it slowly during this time, there are still two months before the game starts. It’s time!”

"Yeah, that's right." Harry nodded slightly.

"Come on, let's go back to the common room together," George said. "I think you should have a good night's rest."

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During Charms class after the Christmas holidays, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat alone at a table at the back of the classroom.

By the second half of the semester, the practice of the Flying Curse has basically come to an end. The spell that the little wizards will practice in this class is exactly the opposite of the Flying Curse - the expulsion spell.

Because things flying around the classroom can easily cause unfortunate accidents, Professor Flitwick gave each student a large pile of soft pads to use for practice, so that even if the spell went wrong, it wouldn't hit them. hurt.

Professor Flitwick's choice was indeed very prescient. Many young wizards were not good at spells, including Neville. He was so inaccurate when he recited spells that he always accidentally messed up heavy objects all over the house. fly--

For example, the thick stack of books under Professor Flitwick's feet.

Professor Flitwick has fallen off his book several times, all because Neville used a banishing spell to pull the book out from under his feet...

Fortunately, there is a little witch beside Neville, Hannah Abbott, who is good at magic. She can correct the flaws and mistakes in Neville's spellcasting in time, so that he will not completely hit Forli with the expulsion curse. On Professor Wei.

Ever since the Yule Ball, Hannah and Neville had become surprisingly close. Neville liked Hannah's kindness, while Hannah found Neville's honesty and clumsiness to be cute.

Contrary to the two young wizards, Ron and Hermione's relationship has never been reconciled.

Although after Professor Sprout's persuasion, Ginny and Harry told Hermione why Ron behaved like this, so that Hermione was no longer as angry as she was at the ball, but Ron's heart The awkwardness cannot be easily resolved in a short while.

Hermione and Krum maintained a good relationship, which made Ron maintain a jealous mentality for a long time. He always liked to make comments about Hermione when he had nothing to do.

Of course, at least Harry is the glue between Ron and Hermione.

As the holidays come to an end and the second event of the Four Wizards Tournament draws near, they need to turn all their attention to the immediate problem - how can Harry survive underwater on February 24th? Hour.

Ron was inclined to use the Flying Charm again - Harry had told them about the usefulness of the Muggle scuba, and Ron thought that Harry could get a set of scuba from a nearby Muggle town.

Hermione flatly rejected the suggestion.

"Ron, even if Harry learns how to operate a scuba in the allotted hour under impossible circumstances, he will definitely be disqualified." Hermione said.

"He would certainly be violating the International Statute of Secrecy by flying a scuba set across the countryside towards Hogwarts without being seen by Muggles. It's a pipe dream!"

"You are using strong words!" Ron stabbed Hermione unconvinced, "Can't we get a set of scuba in advance so that Harry can learn how to use it first, and then wear it directly into the water?"

"That is using other tools, which is against the rules of the game." Hermione emphasized, "The rules of the game clearly state that warriors cannot use other tools except wands during the game."

"Then what do you think Harry should do?" Ron snorted, waved his wand, and accidentally hit the soft cushion in front of him on Neville's head. "Oh, I'm sorry, Neville! I didn't mean to of……"

"I think the ideal way is to use Transfiguration to turn Harry into a submarine or something." Hermione raised her head, waved her wand, and placed a soft cushion lightly in the box in front of the blackboard.

"It's a pity that we haven't learned advanced human transformation yet. That is something that is only taught in sixth grade...and if you don't fully master it and transform yourself without authorization, the consequences will be disastrous..."

"Yeah, I don't want to walk around with a diving telescope on my head." Harry waved his wand, and to his surprise, his cushion landed just on top of Hermione.

He immediately lay down on the table and said self-deprecatingly: "You guys... if I challenge Professor Dracula during the game, will he use transformation to turn me into a fish or a penguin when he is angry? Category……"

"I think he is more likely to turn into a duck for you, the kind that can only stare at things underwater but cannot go down to get them." Ron complained.

"Forget it, you'd better not think about using transfiguration, Harry." Hermione shook her head helplessly and said, "In that case, I think you'd better use a magic spell..."

Just like that, Harry, Ron and Hermione once again went into the library and delved into those dusty tomes, hoping to find a spell that could make people survive without oxygen.

The three of them spent lunchtimes, evenings, and weekends searching in the library.

Hermione went to Dracula again and wrote her a note, approving her use of the books in the restricted area, and even asked the vulture-like librarian Mrs. Pince for help——

However, they didn't find any way. It seemed that there was no simple and effective spell that could make Harry come back alive after being underwater for an hour.

After all, he was too disadvantaged at his age, and he didn't learn many things.

Until the last afternoon before the Final Four, Harry and the others had not figured out how to deal with this underwater competition.

Harry knew very well that even if by some miracle he suddenly discovered a suitable spell, it would be difficult to master it overnight.

How could he let things get to this point? Why hadn't he started delving into the clues provided by the golden egg earlier? Why had he deserted the class—perhaps some professor had mentioned how to breathe underwater?

The sun outside the window was gradually setting. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the library, flipping through the spell books anxiously. There were several piles of books on the table in front of everyone, and they couldn't see each other.

Whenever Harry saw the word "water" in a book, his heart would beat wildly, but if he looked carefully, he would often see two pints of water, half a pound of chopped mandrake, and then... Add a newt...

However, just when they were about to fall into despair, things turned around at an unexpected time——

As Harry's opponent, Cedric walked in a minute before the library closed and handed a book to Harry.

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