Soon, the first week after Christmas will be over, and it will be Saturday.
In the Gryffindor lounge, Hermione was at a wooden table covered with a scarlet tablecloth, resting her chin, flipping through an unknown book.
"Hermione, I found out. The second project is related to water. We may go to the Black Lake to find something." Harry broke into the lounge like a gust of wind, ran up to Hermione, and clapped his hands on the table There was a soft sound.
"Where did you get this news, Harry?" Hermione looked up at the boy in front of her, her long brown hair swaying accordingly. The dance was over, and her hair naturally returned to its usual disheveled state.
It takes too much shampoo to maintain that smooth long hair, and it is too troublesome. Hermione doesn't have the time to spend on these unnecessary things. She is still used to maintaining her original hair in normal times. look like.
"I can't tell you, but the news should be true." Harry's eyes dodged a little, and he glanced at the burning fireplace inadvertently, as if he was a little guilty.
"Oh, okay." Hermione stared at Harry suspiciously, but she didn't pursue the question any further. After all, this was cheating, and the person who revealed the news to Harry certainly didn't want it either. To make it known to everyone, it is understandable that Harry chooses to keep it secret
"So what? Harry, can you swim?" Hermione pressed.
"The deepest body of water I've ever touched should be in the bathtub," Harry said, "The Dursleys will "forgively" allow me to take a bath in the bathtub during the festival, and I may be able to take a bath in the bathtub there." Swim back and forth a few times inside."
"The normal way we can give up immediately, Harry, it's too late for you to learn to swim now." Hermione immediately made a wise analysis, "You can't swim, it doesn't matter, wizards naturally have a wizard's perspective Solving problems, this may be exactly what the Goblet of Fire wants to test you, if you really pass this test purely by swimming skills, it may actually lower the referee's evaluation of you."
"How about trying scuba, Harry," a male voice broke into their conversation.
It was Ron, who stood watching them talk for a while, then moved a stool and sat down.
"Ron?" Hermione frowned when she saw him. She hadn't spoken to him since the partner dispute.
"I don't want to quarrel with you." Seeing Hermione's disgusted expression, he said viciously, "I just want to help Harry." "
"Okay, that's exactly what I thought." Naturally, Hermione would not take the initiative to argue with him.
"Scuba?" Harry showed a very surprised look, "That's a good idea." But he said confusedly: "What should we do? Take it to the competition field, so it looks like we already know the competition." same project.”
"Won't you use the Flying Charm again? First go to the Muggle town to buy a device, then put it in the castle, and then take it out during the competition. Sirius will definitely be happy to help you, you can say it is The gift Sirius gave you happened to be used here. As long as we practice more before, the game can come in handy." Ron said proudly.
"It's a good choice, Harry, what do you think of this method?" Hermione nodded in agreement, but still reserved some opinions.
"Scuba lunging may be a bit cumbersome, and it's not the optimal solution." Hermione shook her head and said, "If you want to achieve better results, I think Transfiguration is a good choice. Problems can be solved with Transfiguration."
Speaking of this, Hermione sighed: "But, Harry, your Transfiguration class doesn't seem to be very good. It may be called good, but it can't be regarded as excellent. Besides, transfiguring yourself is very difficult for a fourth-grade student." It's very difficult."
Harry's face flushed slightly.
"Well, I'll go to the library to check right now, if there is any suitable spell, you guys go to Sirius as soon as possible, it's always good to have extra preparations, right?" So saying, Hermione was in a hurry He stood up and walked towards the door of the Gryffindor lounge.
Harry and Ron quickly found Sirius in Hagrid's original hut and sought his support. He seemed very refreshed and started to prepare.
In the end, the three of them met again in the library. With the help of Sirius, Professor McGonagall even approved a note for them, allowing them to go to the ** area to check. Mrs. Pince, the vulture-like librarian, had asked for help—however, nothing had been found to keep Harry alive to tell his story after spending an hour underwater.
Hermione suggested that they could go to the possible playing field first, and maybe find some other ways to deal with it.
And then, by perfect chance, as they passed Durmstrang's big ship moored on the lake, they saw Viktor Krum come out on deck in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks. He was indeed extremely thin, but he still seemed to have a strong physique. He quickly climbed onto the side of the boat, stretched his arms, and dived into the water with a plop.
"He's crazy!" said Harry, watching Krum's jet-black head floating in the middle of the lake. "It's January and it must be freezing cold!"
"It's much colder where he came from," said Hermione. "It's pretty warm for him, I suppose."
"Yeah, but there's a giant squid in the lake," said Ron, but there was no worry in his tone - listening closely, he seemed to be hoping for something to happen. Hermione frowned, noticing his tone.
"He's really nice, you know," said Hermione. "He's Durmstrang's, but he's not at all what you think. He told me he liked our place better."
Ron was silent, not planning to dwell on this issue any further.
Hermione said to herself: "This reminds me, Harry, besides thinking about how to keep breathing in the water, we must also find ways to keep out the cold, otherwise the cold lake water will definitely affect your state."
She looked at the large iron-gray cold lake, its black and cold bottom was as far away as the moon, and her mind seemed to sink to the bottom of the lake with her eyes.
"What would he do in such a situation?" Hermione couldn't help thinking of a blond boy.