Vol 2 Chapter 643: Chaotic start

In fact, when the game came, Harry still felt his body began to become stiff, no matter how many times he had practiced before.
It is not that he does not believe in Fanlin, but he is a little flustered now.
Ever since they started contacting the Black Lake, Harry could not go any further when they swam to the seagrass jungle.
In Fanlin's words, this is the magic of the Goblet of Fire, which is preventing contestants from watching.
Fanlin also described the situation of the Mermaid Tribe to him.
The small stone houses, the black or blue water plants, and the ugly merfolk are all warriors with steel forks...
Well, there are stone pillars and statues, and even a square. This is probably all of the Mermaid Tribe.
Only if he really confirmed it, could Harry have confidence.
There is also the fish branch, Fanlin told him that it can last for about an hour, but one of his back and forth takes forty minutes. If there is any trouble...
The problem of casting the spell was solved, the silent spell, and Harry also mastered the ability to make a sound underwater, but the feeling of gurgling bubbles was not very pleasant.
The water in Black Lake didn't taste very good, and Harry had had enough anyway.
The most miraculous discovery is the other application of the head-bubble curse. Harry used the head-bubble curse himself to exercise his own magic. Under high-intensity pressure, the head-bubble curse continued to break, and then it was out of survival. Instinctively, Harry squeezed his magic as much as possible.
The benefits of this practice are obvious. Compared to before, Harry seems to have stolen a month to grow up.
For this reason, Fanlin felt extremely excited, struggling in the dying is also conducive to enhancing his magic power?
This is a fun subject, and naturally Fanlin will not let this opportunity go.
The magic world nowadays has almost completely lost the means of unnaturally increasing magic power. Fanlin's increase in magic power comes from constant consumption, draining his magic power, and then absorbing more magic power again and again.
Fortunately, his body was able to support it. In Snape's words, this was an extremely painful way. If it hadn't been for the strength of the bloodline, Fanlin would probably have a nervous breakdown in the second grade.
Fortunately, Eaton’s help allowed Fanlin to continue this way to increase his magical power. Later, Nicolaema kept the magic stone that should have been destroyed, although he lost the power to make the elixir. However, the huge magic power accumulated by the Philosopher's Stone was retained.
Fan Lin's personal wearing makes the Philosopher's Stone increase his magic power all the time.
However, Harry had no such opportunity.
In fact, Fanlin was also for the good of his friends. After all, Voldemort was a wizard who was able to defeat Dumbledore head-on. In the face of absolute power, many times, tactics would not work.
Naturally, Fanlin was also very careful about Harry's strength. For example, he tied a stone to Harry and then sank from the deep water.
e……
This is also good for Harry!
Anyway, Harry said that he had eaten very little for dinner recently. Whenever he came up from the lake, Harry always felt that his stomach swelled, and then, from time to time, he was able to spit out a grain of sand...
This does not seem to be delicious.
Anyway, Harry felt that he was really going to be abandoned by Fanlin. If possible, Harry would rather stay on the shore like this...
But...where did Ron go?
Harry searched for several laps, but since last night, Ron has not been in the lounge.
Then, until now...
"Neville, what time is it now?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes. He suffered from insomnia from nervousness last night. He was waiting for Ron at first, but afterwards Harry didn't know where his mind was drifting.
e……
"It's almost ten o'clock, Harry, Fanlin asked me to call you, the game is away from you..."
"Oh... my god, today is game day..." Harry was going crazy.
See what you have done?
The next day was the Three Witch Fighting Contest, and then I lost sleep a day earlier. The worst thing is that I didn't lose sleep because of the magic of preparing for the game, but because of some boring tension.
This is definitely not a good thing, I hope I can have a good state.
Yes, I hope...
It can only be hoped.
"Quickly, Neville, help me." Harry got up from the bed with a thought.
The two hurriedly put on Harry's Gryffindor-style tabard, and then, before going downstairs, Harry remembered his mission today.
I'm going to find a mermaid in the Black Lake. Could it be that I want to run into the water in such a suit?
This is too bad.
Harry had to take off his robe and put on swimming shorts inside.
"Ha... Harry... your magic wand holster..." Neville found a dark holster from a pile of clothes ~ EbookFREE.me~ Oh, bad. "Harry slapped his head, he was really confused.
Harry had to take off his clothes again, and then tied the black holster to his lap.
His wand is not Fanlin's kind, it can be big or small, long or short...
This sentence...well, nothing wrong...
When underwater, fighting is also a problem. It is not just a question of spells, but even the action of swinging a spell...
In a slowing world, Harry felt that being underwater would affect his performance.
Whether it is the difficulty of casting or the speed of casting... Well, most importantly, the wand holster, otherwise, Harry can't even carry the wand.
It's hard to say, hold it in your hand?
Otherwise, he can listen to Fanlin and hold the wand in his mouth...
Either way, it seemed difficult for Harry to accept it. This was not a gesture that a Hogwarts wizard should have at all.
Anyway, he felt that he was terrible now.
Overslept, and then let Neville help.
In fact, they have always come to help Neville.
"Hurry up, Neville," Harry yelled. "I think we are too late."
"Oh, okay, come." Neville hurriedly tied his shoelaces, he almost tripped over this thing before.
"By the way, Neville, where's Ron, have you seen him?" Harry asked.
"Ron?" Neville recalled carefully, "I seem... as if I didn't see him."
Neville was not so sure, the last time he saw Ron was in the auditorium last night, Ron and Professor McGonagall hurried out.
"Forget it, Neville." Harry shook his head. "Leave him alone, I think, if I'm late, they should count me as giving up the game."