A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 672 The Fairy of the Lake

Black Lake

The audience fell into a bored silence once again.

Hermione was the first to finish the race, and everyone was filled with anticipation, thinking that a second, third, or even a fourth warrior would soon appear.

But to my surprise, more than twenty minutes passed, and the lake remained as calm as a mirror, with only a few owls occasionally flying by.

The other warriors have already taken Hermione twice as long, and they still haven't completed the mission.

Indeed, the difference between wizards is greater than the difference between a wizard and a mermaid.

Could he have drowned in Black Lake?

Many students think this way; since they can't watch the games, they want to see something exciting.

What's the most exciting?

That must mean something happened to the Warriors.

Those most likely to get into trouble are Durmstrang and Beauxbatons' students.

Most of the young wizards present thought the same way.

Since everyone here is a Hogwarts student.

Of the wizards from the other two schools, more than half became warriors; the remaining half became hostages.

If something really happens, it would be a catastrophic disruption for the other two schools.

Mrs. Maxim and Karkaroff were both somewhat anxious, but seeing Dumbledore with his eyes closed and seemingly calm, their hearts calmed down.

As expected of Dumbledore, putting everything else aside, his ability to cultivate his inner strength alone requires at least twenty years of practice.

Ron also gazed at the Black Lake.

However, he was near the reeds of Black Lake and had been there for ten minutes.

But in the end, they didn't dare to show their faces.

If you are half an hour late for your exam and haven't studied at all, will you still be allowed to enter the exam room?

Moreover, we only found out about this exam venue after the exam had started and we had to ask other students!

If someone doesn't show their face, you can assume something's wrong; but if they do, it's a true social death.

Ron listened for a while and finally understood the details of the match: he was going to save Harry.

"Don't go down, that's Harry. Go down, how can I go down myself?"

Swimming 200 meters is difficult, and I can only hold my breath for 20 seconds. How can I dive to the bottom of the water?

Besides... the water was too cold!

Ron sat in the reeds and couldn't help but sigh.

They might as well think of an excuse to explain why they missed the game.

For example... he was kidnapped by Death Eaters!

Or perhaps, he had a close encounter with aliens!

Or perhaps he traveled back a thousand years, participated in the construction of Hogwarts, fought alongside the four great wizards, and destroyed the dark wizards.

Well, Ron thought the first two, except for the last one, sounded really fake.

The crowd suddenly cheered, and he thought he had been discovered and that the students were cheering him on.

Ron was clearly overthinking it. He looked up and saw that another warrior had completed the mission.

Hibiscus appeared on the lake surface, and holding Gabrielle, she swam quickly toward the shore.

Mrs. Maxim stood up and rushed over to greet them impatiently.

"Furong, well done!" Maxim shouted. "You did it! You're second place! That was a fantastic round!"

Madame Pomfrey pulled Fleur and Gabrielle from Maxim's arms.

They gave each of them a blanket and some energy drinks.

"Have you seen Krum?" Karkaroff couldn't help but lean closer and ask.

Hibiscus simply shook her head and led Gabrielle toward the tent.

Karkarov, his face grim, sat back down in his chair.

His current expression is about 70-80% similar to Krum's.

Anyone who didn't know better would think Krum was his illegitimate son.

That shouldn't be the case.

Karkarov muttered to himself.

It's one thing if she can't compare to Granger, but after all, she has the Starks behind her.

But there's no reason why Krum should be inferior to Delacour, since she has no one backing her.

Karkarov glanced at the time again; there wasn't much time left before the end.

"Won't something bad happen?" He looked at Dumbledore, who was still "calm."

Karkaroff called twice before Dumbledore slowly opened his eyes and yawned.

That's the downside of getting older: you sleep less at night and feel lethargic and sleepy during the day.

"What's wrong? Is the game over?" Dumbledore asked.

Karkarov stared at him speechlessly.

Just then, Dumbledore, who was feeling drowsy, suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

Between heaven and earth, a bolt of purple lightning struck the surface of the lake, and countless dark clouds gathered above the Black Lake, blocking out the sun.

The dark clouds formed a huge vortex.

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Miami Beach,

It is a famous beach resort in the United States and one of the world's top tourist destinations.

The seawater here is shallow, the waves are small and calm, the sand is fine and white, and the area is flat and vast, stretching for several kilometers, like a long, wide white jade belt inlaid on the seashore.

After Christmas, Nico returned to the United States, first visiting the Ivermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and then coming to Miami.

Instead of enjoying the beach and sunshine, he hid in his tent, staring intently at the prophecy orb with a serious expression.

This is a newly created prophecy orb based on the unlocked alchemy book.

But the scene inside the prophecy orb, which was originally the scene beneath the Black Lake, then changed to the face of a witch.

Through the orb of prophecy, the witch looked up at him.

It was clearly a prophecy, but Nico had a strange feeling... that the witch was staring right at him.

Across the dimensions of space and time.

The witch extended two fingers and pointed them at Nico's eyes.

boom!

The prophecy ball exploded with a bang.

Nico sat there, motionless.

The last prophecy failed because he tried to forcefully predict the location of the Deathly Hallows.

Then, half of the magic power of the magic stone was consumed.

Nico remained silent for a long time before finally uttering a sentence:

"The Lake Fairy!"

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The witch emerged from the center of the vortex, like a fairy.

This was the second time William had seen her.

Although he could see the woman, she and he were not on the same dimension, much less in the same time and space.

This feeling, which seemed absurd yet was very real, resurfaced in William's mind once again.

And as his understanding of magic deepened, this idea grew stronger.

All the mermaids knelt down in devout worship, including the injured mermaid princess.

Their tails suddenly emitted a golden light, making the lake bottom shine as brightly as day.

William initially thought that since the two were on different latitudes, they would not be able to communicate.

Unexpectedly, the witch's cold voice reached William's ears clearly.

"Give me the Fairy Diamond!"

William was stunned for several seconds. The witch looked pretty, but her manners were really not good.

The first thing we said to each other on our second meeting was this unreasonable demand!

You said you wanted it.

I'll give it to you!

I'm your dad!

William has always been the type of person who won't listen to either soft or hard approaches.

Moreover,

The Fairy Diamond has already been given to Hermione.

Judging from her excitement, she plans to use them as wedding rings.

There's no reason for me to give my boyfriend away to anyone else.

Don't even mention giving it to a strange woman.

William chuckled softly, "You asked me."

Then he patted the wand in his hand, "Ask it again."

The witch spoke with an alarmingly arrogant tone, saying calmly, "The last person who dared to speak to me like that was Ravenclaw."

She wants all the mermaids in the Black Lake to get out and stay away from Hogwarts... What a domineering little girl.

Before that, it was Merlin… He wanted me to give the broken steel sword to King Arthur…”

Two strands of black hair at the witch's temples fluttered back, and with a wave of her hand, the trident in William's hand flew into her grasp.

The witch looked directly at William and laughed aloud:

"Where did all these Merlins and Ravenclaws come from? They're asking for death!"

She shone brightly, gripped the trident tightly, and pushed it forward.

In an instant, the water surged and boiled, as if a thousand troops were rushing by.

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