94 Diagon Alley

    It has turned into a fish, what if you are eaten by some monster at the bottom of the lake? "

    Then she looked at Hermione, "Allow me to ask another question, can you use spells in Animagus form?"

    As Hermione shook her head firmly, Harry's shoulders drooped like syrup dripping from a pie.

    Until everyone had almost eaten, Gwen and George couldn't help but remind Harry a little while no one was around.

    "Will you stay away from Moody's lately? Harry-"

    "—and Snape," added George.

    "Why Snape?"

    "Why Moody's?"

    Gwen and Harry asked.

    George looked at them both with a headache and decided to let Gwen explain firstly.

    "I think he's in danger," Gwen said to Harry, though she realized it was a pale statement, and the boy in Distress probably wasn't afraid of danger at all. "Listen, Harry. I know it doesn't make sense, but you just need to be independent and properly skeptical about him." She looked pleadingly at the boy who was already a lot taller than her. "Think of the professors who were so kind to you - except Lupin - who didn't want something from you?"

    Harry reluctantly promises his composure, and he doesn't think he has a personal relationship with Professor Moody. He attributed Gwen's suspicions to the last night tour, after all, Professor Moody betrayed George and Gwen in order to cover himself.

    "Then tell me, dear George." Gwen raised his eyebrows, "Why stay away from Snape?"

    George felt a bit of a toothache, "for Harry's second project. If he was caught by Snape, he would be locked up until the end of the semester, so he wouldn't have time to prepare for three Strong competition?"

    Harry was clearly convinced, he looked at the two gratefully, "Thank you." Then he looked worriedly about how to survive on the bottom of the lake.

    To be honest, after Headmaster Dumbledore took over the fake Moody affair, Gwen was finally at ease. She plunged headlong into the library to study with Katie for the O.W.L.s exam that was coming in a few months. Fred recently was very dissatisfied with Gwen's occupation of George, and he took George back as his legal twin brother, "The two of us have business to do."

    Gwen let go quite simply. On the one hand, she really needed time to accumulate the knowledge she had learned at Hogwarts over the past few years. On the other hand, having experienced previous events, she believed that George did indeed A more mature wizard than her, the Bagman thing kept the twins busy first, and she would naturally be willing to help when needed.

    "You obviously think it's too troublesome to fall in love." Katie, who is always sharp, pierced Gwen's lie.

    On February 23, the day before the second project, Gwen noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting in the library, flipping through spell books anxiously. There are stacks of books on the table in front of them, and they can't see each other.

    "I don't think it's going to work," Ron's voice came dryly across the table, "nothing to be found. Nothing. Maybe the scouring spell is closer, put The ponds, the puddles are drained, but you can't have the force to drain the whole lake."

    "There must be a way," Hermione murmured, moving a candle closer. Her eyes were so tired that she had to get so close, her nose was only an inch from the page, to read the fine print on "Forgotten Ancient Magic and Spells." "They couldn't have designed a project that couldn't be done."

    Gwen couldn't help but join them, flipping through an old book that instinctively stuns people, as a relaxation during the review. "How about learning the language of the merman? This book says Dumbledore knows this language. You can strike a few words today. For example, 'I have no malice' and 'Hello, please return my baby to me'."

    This idea even Ron said was outrageous.

    "Oh, it doesn't work at all," said Hermione, snapping "Wonderful Magical Puzzles and Solutions", "who wants to grow their nose hair into little curls?"

    "I'm not against it," Fred Weasley's voice came out suddenly, "it's a topic of conversation, isn't it?"

    Harry, Ron and Hermione looked up. Fred and George had just come out from behind the bookshelf.

    “What are you two doing here?” Ron asked.

    "Looking for you," said George. "Professor McGonagall told you to go, Ron. And you, Hermione."

    "Do what?" Hermione asked, looking surprised.

    "We're taking you to her office," Fred said.

    Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, and Harry felt his heart sink. Is Professor McGonagall going to reprimand Ron and Hermione? Maybe she'd noticed they were helping him? He should figure out how to complete the competition by himself!

    "We'll meet you in the common room, Harry," Hermione said to Harry, getting up to leave with Ron - both of them looking very nervous, "These books, can you Bring back as much as you want, okay?"

    George gave Gwen a wink, and Gwen blew him a kiss from the back of a stack of books. Fred clutched his stomach straight in nausea.

    At eight o'clock Mrs. Pince turned off all the lights and came over to kick Harry and Gwen out of the library. They staggered back to the Gryffindor common room with a pile of books in their arms, walked to a table in the corner, and resumed their search. Nothing in The Witcher's Mad Magic... Nothing in A Guide to Medieval Witchcraft... in Selected Eighteenth Century Spells, Scary Animals From the Deep, and You Don't Know What You Have abilities, and how to use them once you understand", there is not a single word about how to survive underwater.

    Gwen suspected that Harry was going to spend the night in the lounge, and immediately left him back to the dorm without any hesitation. She patted Harry on the shoulder before leaving, "Take it easy, warrior. Good luck tomorrow." She and the others apparently believed he was going to pull off another stellar performance, like in the first project. Same. Crookshanks climbed onto Harry's lap, the dog followed Crookshanks next to Harry's lap, the two cats curled up and purred sweetly. When it was ten minutes to twelve, there were only the three of them left in the lounge. Harry searched all the books, and Ron and Hermione hadn't come back.

    Before eight o'clock the next morning, Gwen and Katie Kinney were ready to go to the arena to occupy a seat.

    "I didn't see anything last time." Gwen complained, yawning, "they put the auditorium too far from the venue. And Harry, he flew around, Who can see where he is?"

    "If you're like us," Katie stood with Ginny at once, "with a little love and a little flair for the game of Quidditch, you'll see where he flies went."

    Gwen noticed that the sofa Harry was sitting on was empty, "Well, at least I'm glad he didn't read a book all night last night."

    However, until they met the twins who were holding a small cardboard box on their chests and asked everyone to bet, Harry, the protagonist of the game, and his two friends did not appear.

    "Thank goodness," Gwen folded her hands, "Merlin heard my prayers."

    They ran down the lawn and saw that the seats that surrounded the Fire Dragon Field in November last year were now lined up on the other side of the lake. Before nine o’clock, the seats were already full, and they were in Reflections in the lake below.

    With less than two minutes to go before the game, Harry desperately made his way around the lake and ran towards the judges, who were sitting at another table by the water with a golden tablecloth.

    "Mr. Crouch isn't here again." Gwen whispered to George.

    "Yeah," said George impatiently, looking at Percy, who was accusing Harry at the umpire's table, "Fred, come home from vacation this year and remind me not to discuss any game with Percy. topic of."

    Fred scratched his ears unhappily, "He is probably the youngest Triwizard referee from morning till night."

    The round-faced Bagman said something to Harry first and returned to the referee table. Pointing his wand to his throat, he said, "Boom!" And his voice, like thunder, swept across the dark lake to the stands.

    "Listen everyone, our warriors are in place. As soon as I whistle, the second project begins. They have a full hour to take back what was stolen from their hands. I Count to three. One...two...three!"

    A shrill whistle echoed in the cold, still air. There was a burst of cheers and applause from the stands. Harry took off his shoes and socks in three or two strokes, took the handful of green things out of his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and waded into the lake.

    Ginny hugged herself, "I can't believe they really let the students into the water in February. Just looking at me makes me freeze."

    "What did he eat?" Gwen asked George, "Potion?"

    "Looks like he dropped the spell—oh, Fleur and Cedric both used the Bubble," George said.

    "Harry just walked into the lake like this?" Seamus was a little disappointed. "I thought he could dive - Muggles have this sport."

    "So what's Harry's baby? The broom or the snitch?" Gwen couldn't help asking the twins again, as if they knew something.

    Fred had an ambiguous smile on his face, "I think you noticed, Gwen. Neither Ron nor Hermione are here."

    "His baby is a human?" Gwen was startled, and she immediately looked back to where the teachers and their families were