Harry Potter Reborn

After Viktor Krum was almost pulled to the bottom of the sea by a giant squid during his last winter swim, he was unwilling to touch the water again.

Fleur's clean robe was splashed with mud, but she didn't care. She bit her lip and stared at the lake anxiously.

That large iron-gray cold lake surface and its dark and cold bottom are as out of reach as the moon, hiding so many dangers.

After Madame Maxime took away her Gabrielle yesterday, Fleur understood that the unlosable treasure she was looking for at the bottom of the lake was her sister.

Her eyes were red and she had a big quarrel with Madame Maxime, and she would never agree to this.

But Mrs. Maxim, who had always treated her very well, was uncharacteristically unyielding and did not give in on this matter, saying that it was the result of joint discussions between the three schools.

"After an hour, all hope was gone. She had completely disappeared and would never appear again." This sentence kept appearing in Fleur's mind like a curse.

Only one hour!

What was the situation at the bottom of the lake? If she didn't have time to rescue his sister, then Gabri... Fleur was frightened and panicked.

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Saw Harry arrive.

"Why are you here? Let everyone wait for you alone!" Professor Karkaroff said arrogantly with dissatisfaction: "The competition will start soon!"

Harry looked at Professor Karkaroff and smiled: "I don't understand very well. Please translate for me what it means it's about to start."

Professor Karkaroff snorted and said nothing.

Harry turned to look at Bagman and said: "Mr. Bagman, you and Professor Karkaroff are both referees, so you must understand what he means. Please translate for the translator. What does it mean to start soon?"

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Bagman: "We need a translator to explain it all."

Harry said: "I asked you to translate for me, what do you mean it's about to start?"

Bagman said: "No need to translate, it's about to start."

Professor Karkaroff looked gloomy, thinking that Harry was deliberately looking for trouble. He said angrily: "Don't you understand what it means to start soon?"

Harry: "I just want you to translate, what do you mean it's about to start!"

Bagman was about to cry. He said, "It's about to start. What else can there be?"

Harry said with a cold face: "Translate it to me, what the hell is about to start soon! What the hell is about to start right now!"

Bagman felt that this was all because Karkaroff had to say to Harry, "Is there something wrong with you?" He also looked at Professor Karkaroff angrily and asked: "What the hell do you mean it's about to start?"

ah?"

Professor Karkaroff yelled angrily: "It's about to start. There are only three minutes left. It's half past nine, and you are also about to start the game! Do you understand?"

Bagman finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Hey, this is 'it's about to start'."

Harry's tone did not change and he continued: "Translate, translate, translate!"

Bagman was vomiting blood in his heart, and he said word by word: "It's about to start, there are only three minutes left, it's half past nine, and you are about to start the game!"

Harry looked at Karkaroff mockingly and said, "Ha, this is "It's about to start." Ah, I thought it had already started."

Professor Karkaroff was almost furious. He felt that talking to Harry was a major mistake in his life.

Seeing that Karkaroff was unable to step down due to Harry's words, Professor McGonagall secretly laughed. When discussing various matters, Professor Karkaroff acted like a gangster, playing rogue in all kinds of ways, leaving her helpless.

The six warriors lined up on the shore, with a distance of five meters between each person. Harry was first in line, next to Krum.

Krum took out his wand in his hand and seemed ready for a desperate duel with the giant squid.

Bagman stood at the referee's table. He pointed his wand at his throat, as he had done at the World Cup and in the first event, and said: "Loud!"

So his voice was like thunder, which could pass over the dark black lake and reach the stands.

"Listen, everyone, our warriors are already in place. As soon as I blow the whistle, the second project will begin. They will have a full hour to get back their robbed treasures. I will count to three, one...two...

three!"

The sharp whistle echoed in the cold, still air.

A burst of cheers and applause erupted from the stands.

Harry was not in a hurry to go down, but was waiting to see what the other warriors were doing.

I'm afraid that the key clues that the warriors used to decipher the second project were all completed recently, and they didn't have time to test whether the methods they prepared would work miraculously, so they were all nervous.

Cedric Diggory gave Harry a hateful look, which made Harry quite helpless. If you still want revenge like this, if you didn't want to see what you want to do, I would have given you a gift package of Unforgivable Curses.

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Cedric Diggory reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a lump of something that looked like countless slippery, grey-green rat tails.

This is gilly grass, which allows him to breathe freely underwater.

Cedric Diggory took off his shoes and socks, stuffed the gillyweed into his mouth, and waded into the lake.

The cold water of the lake made his skin ache, as if it was on fire.

Cedric Diggory blamed Harry Potter for all this. If it wasn't him, why would he have to take the blame?

The further he walked, the deeper the lake became, and his soaked robe fell heavily.

The water in the lake was now up to his knees, and his two rapidly numb feet were slipping on the sand and smooth, sticky stones.

He chewed the gilly grass quickly and hard, and it felt terrible. The thing chewed in his mouth was tough and greasy, like the living tentacles of an octopus, which made him want to vomit.

He stopped in waist-deep water, swallowed the gillyweed, and waited for the gillyweed to take effect.

He could hear the jeers from the audience, who were all watching the warriors' every move with panoramic binoculars.

"Haha, look at Cedric Diggory, he's so stupid..."

"Merlin, he didn't show any magic ability to deal with this level, he's like a clown..."

"It's really a shame that he became the champion of Hogwarts. I really don't know why Goblet of Fire chose such a person... Harry Potter can represent our school alone."

The Slytherins booed, screamed and jeered the loudest.

Cedric Diggory's body shivered violently, even though his lower body was already immersed in the biting cold lake water, a biting cold wind blew his hair mercilessly, and the parts of his body that were not wet

His skin was full of goosebumps...but it wasn't because of this, he was stimulated by the audience.

"Damn it, you are all trash, rubbish, and you still have the nerve to judge me..." Cedric Diggory roared in his heart.

When Cedric Diggory felt like his head was spinning and he couldn't breathe due to lack of oxygen, he jumped into the cold lake water. He had already grown gills that only fish can have.

And what about others?

Viktor Krum cast a spell on himself, and his body suddenly expanded. His head turned into the head of a fish, but underneath was a human body, still wearing swimming trunks. This was the second semester of sixth grade.

It was obvious that Viktor Krum had not yet fully mastered the transformation spell he had learned to use on people.

Fleur didn't know what means she had prepared. She didn't use it on the shore, but jumped directly into the water. She was also the first warrior to enter the water. It seemed that she was very eager to rescue Gabrielle.

Vincent Piccolo, another warrior of the Beauxbatons School, nervously recited a spell, and a huge bubble suddenly appeared on his neck (refer to the Draco), making his facial features look elongated.

It's too wide and looks very funny.

Polyarco Brown, another warrior of Durmstrang School, moved to the referee's table under everyone's puzzled gaze and said with a face full of shame: "I'm sorry, Professor, I can't complete this project..."

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Shocking.

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