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"You practice swimming in the bathtub?" Ron said incredulously, "How can you improve? Can you tell what kind of bath liquid is used in the prefect's bathroom with just one sip?"

"Keep your voice down!" Harry said angrily, "I don't want to practice in the Black Lake, there's still ice on it!"

"Krum can do it." Loren's voice was light and airy.

Hermione turned around and glared at them all: "Listen carefully!"

In Charms Class, the four of them were sitting alone at a table at the back of the classroom.

Professor Flitwick's lecture echoed in the classroom: "The spell we are going to practice today is exactly the opposite of the summoning spell, the banishing spell!"

"In order to prevent things from flying around the classroom If you fly and cause a teaching accident, I have prepared a lot of soft cushions for each of you to use for practice." Professor Flitwick's mustache twitched slightly, "This way, even if you go astray, you won't hurt anyone. Smashed..."

Loren listened to Professor Flitwick's arrangements and felt that the plan was very good, but the plan could not keep up with the changes.

The little wizards were completely misguided. Not long after they officially started practicing, some of them started to make some unplanned things fly around the room - such as Professor Flitwick.

"Forget about swimming for now, okay?" Harry said in a low voice. At this time, Professor Flitwick flew past them helplessly and landed on the big bookcase at the back. "I want to tell you about Snape and Karkaroff. Something..."

In order to prevent anyone from getting hurt, Professor Flitwick, who was flying around in the air, tried his best to control other flying tables, chairs, benches and little wizards. Whether it was flying in the sky or letting others fly in the sky, the students were all having fun, so no one paid attention to what they were saying.

For the next half hour, Harry recounted in detail what he had heard outside Snape's office.

"Snape and Karkaroff have shady secrets?" Ron's eyes shone with excitement. He waved his wand and cast a banishing spell on the cushion. The cushion flew into the air and crashed out of control. Lavender dropped his hat, "Hmm... It sounds like they are old friends, or very close old friends, don't you think so?"

"I don't know what secrets they have, but Karkaroff looked panicked." Harry waved his wand carelessly, and his soft cushion slid down against the table. "Judging from their conversation, something was becoming more and more obvious, and it was scary. Karkaroff wants to escape..."

Loren raised his eyebrows, and at the same time controlled several soft cushions that had fallen out of control to fly up, and flew back staggeringly.

"Run away?" Ron's eyes widened. His second cushion spun and flew high into the sky, knocking the chandelier flying. "Harry... I can't think of anyone other than that person. Other things will scare him into running away!"

"You mean..." Hermione waved her wand and the cushion landed accurately in the box, "But Karkaroff himself is a Death Eater! , He has no reason to be afraid of his master, and why would he tell Snape this?"

"Maybe it's Professor Moody," Harry said suddenly, "I heard some news, Moody. The professor always kept an eye on Karkaroff, and even searched Durmstrang's cabin and Snape's office!"

Loren controlled the soft cushion to rotate slowly, and his heart felt a little better! Confuse.

Isn't Dumbledore planning to reveal Moody's identity yet...

Ron asked: "Is Professor Moody really not afraid that Snape will put medicine in his bottle?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh after hearing this, and cast a spell on the cushion, causing it to stagger into the box: "No matter what, I'd better think about swimming first."

< br>Loren and Hermione looked at each other, still thinking about the drug.

If you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem impossible.

...

Wednesday, February 22nd.

The snow in the venue has completely melted. Whenever the little wizards approach the windows of the classroom or lounge, they will always be attracted by the wide lake. The large iron-gray cold lake is dark and cold. The bottom of the water is as far away as the moon.

Hagrid completely abandoned his cute little squid, and explained the knowledge about unicorns like a competent professor of Care of Magical Creatures. The teaching equipment was changed from an adult unicorn to two Unicorn cub.

Two fluffy little guys with pure golden hair and black eyes looked timidly at the students around them.

The little witches were almost crazy with joy, but they clenched their teeth tightly for fear of scaring them with laughter.

Hagrid introduced to the whole class at the top of his lungs: "Unicorn cubs are easier to get close to than adults. They turn silver when they are about two years old, and they develop horns when they are about four years old. They do not grow until they reach adulthood. It will turn pure white, and it will be about seven years old at that time...

"When they were young, they were more gullible and not very disgusted with boys... Come here, come closer.

"If you are willing, you can pat them and give them a few pieces of these sugar cubes..."

Loren looked at the sugar cubes in the tin box.

Hey, it's actually produced by Honeydukes. There are hazelnuts, peanuts and almonds in the candy bar...

He fed himself one first, then grabbed two more and put them in the palm of his hand, putting them into the mouth of the unicorn cub. side.

The unicorn cub blinked at him with eyes as black as black gems, stretched out its pink tongue and licked it up, silly, tilting its head to nuzzle him from time to time.

The little witches' starry eyes were shining brightly, and they couldn't resist their impulse and took out their own snacks and candies to feed them.

While everyone gathered around the unicorn cub, Hagrid walked aside and asked in a low voice: "The competition will be in one day, Harry, how are you preparing?"< br>

"Uh, not bad." Harry replied a little guilty.

"Don't be nervous, Harry." Hagrid patted his shoulder with a heavy hand, causing his knees to bend. "I have always believed that as long as it is something you want to do, there is nothing you can do. It can't be done... you will win, I know, I can feel it!"

There is one more day, one more day...

Harry felt the time slipping away, It was as if someone had cast a spell on the clocks to make them spin very fast.

...

The day before the game, the Gryffindor common room.

Loren was fiddling with the hair that was removed from the little unicorn yesterday with great interest, writing something down in his notebook from time to time.

Hermione was reading a large history book with her chin on her hands, but her eyes were always looking to the side.

Why doesn't this person do his astronomy homework?

From time to time, a little wizard passed by and said to Harry, "Come on, come on." Harry responded feebly.

"I know what I should do." Harry lay down listlessly on "Twenty Swimming Tips". "If I want to pursue swimming speed, I should use gillyweed. If I have enough time, I will use The red coral stone swam slowly."

"But the faster you complete the task, the higher your score will be," Ron whispered, "Don't you want to become the Warrior Champion?"

Ron was even more uneasy than Harry. He also wanted to be a part of the competition and to be in the limelight, and he would never allow anyone to hold him back.

"I..."

Harry admitted that his heart was moved.

"Come on Harry, no one wants you to become the champion more than us." Fred's voice suddenly came, "Then we can save enough money to open a store faster."

"Oh, you two are looking for Are we in trouble?" Ron asked.

"We want to ask you where is Ginny?" George held his shoulders and shook him back and forth. "Professor McGonagall called her over, and also called Cho Chang, Gabrielle of Beauxbatons, E Falmorny's Butt..."

"What, Ginny?"

Ron was struck by lightning.

...

"The bet has been placed, the bet has been placed! Action is worse than action! Come on, don't be shy, everyone!"

"The second game of the Goblet of Fire is about to begin..." Black On the shore of the lake, George and Fred were hawking loudly. They carried pens and paper with them to ensure that every bet had a certificate and there would never be any mistakes.

"Four boys and one girl!"

"The odds are fair, this is the only one..."

"Do you want to place a bet?"

"Five people are thrown into the water, how many can survive?"

That's it. At this moment, two figures walking hand in hand passed by, and Hermione looked at them expressionlessly: "Oh, please, you two, please be kind..."

Loren Rao Looking at their equipment with interest: "And you promised Mr. Weasley that you would not participate in gambling. Did you forget about the night of the Quidditch World Cup?"

Fred spread his hands: "Oh, we are indeed not participating in gambling."

"We are gambling." George looked at him and turned around to greet him louder.

"The bet is placed!"

"Fleur, pay ten to one."

Loren and Hermione smiled helplessly, turned and walked towards the playing field .

"Where's Ron?"

"I don't know."

"..."

Harry and Neville walked side by side, avoiding the eyes of others and looking at their hands. The gilly grass is slimy and smelly, shaped like countless slippery gray-green mouse tails.

"This will allow you to grow webbed hands and feet, greatly speeding up your swimming speed."

"Are you sure, Neville?"

"Of course, that's what the book says."

"Can it last for an hour?"

"It should be possible ."

"That should be possible?"

"..."

The venue for the second competition was set underwater. The judges scored based on the language broadcast by the mermaids. The audience on the water could not watch the competition at all. Moreover, five warriors competed at the same time, and the competition lasted one hour. , including the opening and closing, it was only one and a half hours, so compared to the first game's viewing seats, this time it was much simpler.

The breeze blew slowly across the lake, causing sparkling ripples. In the center of the lake, three hanging towers of wood and hay were built as auditoriums. Narrow wooden boats came and went to welcome the little wizards.

On the hastily constructed referee's bench, Ludo Bagman put his wand against his neck, and his voice thundered across the dark lake to the opening stage:

"Welcome to the At the second event, last night, the five warriors had one thing stolen - their treasures."

The warriors lined up on the shore, each one ten feet apart, wearing different swimsuits.

Harry was on the far right, and his eyes couldn't help but glance to the left. Of course, the boys didn't have much to look at. The one who looked good was Fleur, who was wearing a backless one-piece swimsuit, revealing a large area of ​​smooth, white and tender skin.

Loren and Hermione found a seat in the corner and sat down. There was no live broadcast anyway, so they took out snacks and fed the fish.

"Do you have to feed the fish even if you don't fish?" Hermione glanced at him lightly.

"You don't understand, this is to accumulate luck." Loren didn't look away and threw down a few potato chips.

"Do Fleur's legs look good?"

"They should look good, Harry was stunned. Click, click, click..." Loren said slowly, chewing potato chips calmly and calmly. "But I don't know. The main reason is that I have never seen other girls dress like this. I have no reference standard and can't tell whether it looks good or not."

"Really?"

"Yes, so When will you wear it for me to see?"

After speaking, Loren secretly glanced at her legs. They were straight, graceful and well proportioned.

Unfortunately, it's just a pair of jeans.

"Look at this strawberry pudding!" Hermione finally couldn't help but spat at him, reaching out to cover his eyes, her fingers clasping tightly together, leaving no gap for him.

"Hey, it's not fair! There are obviously more male warriors, but I didn't stop you from watching..."

Loren's protest was drowned in Bagman's commentary: "... … Each of the five treasures, one for each warrior, is lying at the bottom of the Black Lake. To win, each warrior only needs to find the treasure and return to the surface. The difficulty is that the time limit is one hour!"

Sharp whistles echoed in the cold, delicate air, and a burst of cheers and applause erupted from the stands.

Hearing only a few splashes, Hermione released her hand covering his eyes, and the place where the warriors originally stood side by side was now vacant.

"It's all your fault, I didn't see any magic used by the other warriors." Lorraine complained outright, "You have to compensate, I want to see the swimsuit!"

Hermione faced Expressionlessly, he put his hand into his bag of potato chips: "Cedric and Fleur used the bubble spell, but Fleur didn't seem to have fully mastered it yet. Krum used human body transformation to become half human and half shark. Grave Si couldn't see anything unusual, he seemed to have something like a blade in his mouth. "Crack, click, click..."

"I don't care, this game is not interesting to watch, you compensate me for the viewing experience." Loren glanced at her expression secretly.

"..."

Hermione suddenly felt the weight of an extra leg on her legs. Looking down, she saw that the man had put his left leg on her lap and was sitting in a strange posture, with his butt still on the stool.

"This is not compensation, this is just interest. Compensation must be calculated separately."

"..."

Hermione stood on tiptoe and shook it twice. A less awkward angle.

"Your legs are soft and flexible. Can I sit on them all the way?" Loren fed her a potato chip.

"Click, click..."

"If you don't speak, do you think you agree?"

Hermione was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't agree, but I can help you with tutoring. "Astronomy homework."

Loren clicked his tongue and looked into her eyes meaningfully, but she turned her head to look at the water, looking like she was watching the game intently, chewing potato chips in her mouth: "Kacha kacha. ..."

"I don't agree!" Loren said solemnly, "I should be the one giving you tutoring lessons. I'm doing really well in astronomy!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)