Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"In Muggle fairy tales, they are usually depicted sitting on a rock singing sweet songs, the most famous of which is a fairy tale called Daughter of the Sea.

But wizards who hear this story tend to laugh, because only they know that the real mermaid is not like that.

The only thing that's right in this story is that the mermaid's singing is really sweet, and of course that requires you to stick your head into the water they live in. "

"Ah, here it is!" Hermione pointed to the paragraph just now.

"If you want to hear the beautiful singing of the mermaid, you must stick your head into the water, because the mermaid is a magical creature living in the water, and their communication is also carried out underwater."

"So, the scream in the golden egg is the mermaid's song?" Neville only reacted when he heard this. "So, we have to open the golden egg underwater?"

Clark nodded, agreeing with him.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go, let's listen, what secrets are hidden in the singing in the golden egg." Hermione said impatiently.

Clark smiled, but did not refuse, and Hermione and the others packed up, left the library, and returned to Gryffindor's dormitory.

"We've got to get some water first," Neville said, looking at the golden egg Clark took out from under the bed. "How about going to the lake?"

"No!" Hermione said immediately, "there are too many people there, it's not suitable."

Saying that, she hesitated, "We'd better turn it on in the bathtub."

Without delay, the three of them went to the boys' bathroom in the common room and filled the pool with water.

Clark put the golden egg under the water and opened it... this time it didn't scream.

There was a gurgling song in the golden egg. The song came from under the water, and it was very weak. The three of them couldn't hear what it was singing at all.

"Looks like we need to get our heads in the water too," Hermione said. "Come on."

They took a deep breath and dived under the water—now, the three underwater heads could be heard, and some strange voices sang in unison from the opened golden egg:

Find us, where our voices sound, we cannot sing on the ground.

When you arrive, the sky and the ground start to flip, and red and blue are mixed up.

Speed ​​up your search. Here are your favorite treasures and your most hated trash.

You can save, or you can abandon, but you only have an hour.

After an hour there is no hope, it is completely gone, never to appear.

The Clark trio pulled their heads out of the water, and they shook their heads, pulling their hair out of their eyes.

"Did you hear that? What does that mean?" Neville asked curiously. He had never been very good at guessing words like this.

"You have to find those people who can't make a sound on the ground!" Hermione analyzed carefully: "We've seen this in the book before. The people who can't make a sound on the ground refer to mermaids."

"'Let's speed up the search. Here are your most beloved treasures and your most disgusting garbage.' This shows that there is something in the murlocs that the warriors need to find.

‘You can save or you can throw away, but you only have an hour. ' It's supposed to be a time limit for the game, you can choose to save that thing or you can choose to throw it away, but it's only an hour.

Wait, the word 'saved' is used here, which means the thing is a living thing, maybe even a person!

In other words, the second level is for you to go deep into the water and save your most loved one from the mermaid, and the time is only one hour.

After an hour, 'hope is gone, it's gone, never to come'. "

Neville watched Hermione's analysis in a stunned manner and constructed a complete game content.

It's just that, according to her, there are other problems in this song that have not been resolved.

"And what does 'when you come, the sky and the earth start to flip and red and blue are mixed up' mean? And what about 'there's also your worst rubbish'?

Could it be that the mermaid kidnapped the warriors' most beloved and most hated people at the same time, and let them choose between them? "

Hermione was stunned by Neville's question. Indeed, there was indeed something she couldn't explain in this song.

She looked up at Clark for his opinion.

Clark pondered for a while, then smiled slightly, "Thanks for your analysis, Hermione, I should already have an answer."

"What do you mean?" The two looked at him curiously.

"Murlocs live in seas and lakes, just like we live in the air, so what they call 'the sky and the earth begin to flip' should be the sea and the bottom of the sea.

And the color of the water is blue, so I think this sentence should refer to a huge submarine earthquake, and only in this way will there be a situation where 'red and blue are mixed up'. "

"Earthquake under the sea!" Hermione was startled at first, and then her face showed a sudden realization, "I see, so it makes sense."

"It seems that the task of the second project is that you need to save enough people in a catastrophe, but the meaning of listening to this song will not only be your warriors, but also the ones you like or not. Anyone who likes it is thrown in?"

Hearing this, Neville looked first at Hermione, then at Clark, and smiled meaningfully.

Of course Hermione understood what he meant, and glared at him dissatisfied, "Look at what you want, look at it again, and then throw you into the second project and see if Clark will save you."

Neville suppressed a smile and said, "Of course he won't save me, he has more important people to save."

Clark looked at the bickering two and could only shake his head helplessly.

In the days that followed, Hermione and Neville began to advise Clark on how to deal with mermen underwater and save more people in the catastrophe.

However, there is no urgency for Clark. After all, the second project will not start until the end of February next year, and they still have three months to prepare.

On the contrary, another thing might be called imminent.

The time soon came to Thursday.

One cold afternoon, Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice crackled like a whip in the Transfiguration classroom.

"Potter! Here Wes! Can you all focus on this?"

Harry and Ron shuddered at the sound and looked up in surprise.

By this time the class was almost over, and they had finished the work assigned by Professor McGonagall, turning a guinea fowl into a guinea pig.

The homework on the blackboard, they have also copied in the notebook ("Try an example of how the Transfiguration spell must be adjusted when making a cross-species conversion").

This is the advanced Transfiguration for Hogwarts 4th graders: transforming one creature into another.

The three of Clark were troubled by this, because their professions are really not very good at biological transformation, which is the content of the eight major factions of mages [transformation].

This also made Professor McGonagall very dissatisfied. Seeing Clark and Hermione who couldn't master this spell after a class, she poured her anger on the "poor students".

For example, because the get out of class was coming to an end, Harry and Ron, who were holding two fake wands invented by Fred and George, gestured with swordsmanship in the back row of the classroom.

Ron had a tinned parrot in his hand, Harry a rubbery haddock.

"Can Potter and Wesley age-appropriate their behavior?" said Professor McGonagall, glancing at them both angrily.

Just then, the head of Harry's haddock fell silently to the floor - the sharp beak of Ron's parrot had just cut it off -

"I have a few words for you all." Professor McGonagall glared at them again, then to the rest of the classroom.

"As you probably all know, the Christmas Ball is coming up - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to mingle with foreign guests.

That's right, the dance is only open to 4th graders and up—though you can invite a lower grader if you like—"

Lavender Brown let out a harsh smirk, Parvati Patil nudged her hard, and the muscles in Parvati's own face tensed as she struggled not to laugh.

Professor McGonagall ignored them and continued:

"You're going to be wearing your gowns at the ball. It's going to be eight o'clock on Christmas night, in the Great Hall, and it'll end at twelve midnight. Listen—"

However, the students were no longer in the mood to listen to what she was saying, and the sound in the classroom was so loud that it was hard to believe that this was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students, as usual, stuffed their books into their bags and hurried out of the classroom.

Professor McGonagall beckoned to Clark and shouted in the noise: "Clark, as a warrior, you must have a dance partner. According to past practice, the dance is performed by warriors and their partners... Although this year's warriors A bit much…”

Professor McGonagall's voice made the entire teacher quiet, and everyone, or all the girls, looked at Clark.

Without him, as a girl, being able to have the opportunity to dance with the warriors in the presence of much attention is definitely a beautiful experience worth recalling for a lifetime.

"I see, Professor." Clark nodded, he felt countless enthusiastic eyes shot at him like bullets, as a [Psion], he was quite sensitive to this aspect.

But about the dance partner, he had already thought about it, so after Professor McGonagall finished speaking, he smiled and asked Hermione next to him, "Hermione, would you like to go to the dance with me?"

Clark's voice was so loud and clear that the entire classroom could hear it.

The boys were shocked at his boldness, then looked at him with admiration, not because of how beautiful Hermione was, but because Clark had accomplished such a difficult task so easily.

In contrast, the expressions of the girls were much richer and more exciting, some were shocked, some annoyed, some lost, and some were even angry. Anyway, they all looked at Hermione with bad eyes.

Hermione, of course, also noticed the eyes of these people looking at her, but she was as proud as she was, but she didn't care.

"Okay!" she replied very decisively, without hesitation for a second.

The two of them grinned and threw dog food to the students in the classroom and left the classroom together. Even Neville didn't follow them to prevent secondary injury.

But not everyone can complete the task as easily and simply as Hermione and Clark. For Harry and Ron, compared to the challenge of finding a girl to dance, they feel that they would rather fight the dragon for a few rounds instead of Clark.

Day by day, Christmas is getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere in the school is getting warmer.

Almost all of the students above the fourth grade chose to stay on campus because they couldn't refuse the Christmas ball - at least all the girls did.

Harry and Ron were suddenly surprised to find that Hogwarts accommodated so many girls that they hadn't noticed before.

As the Christmas ball approached, the girls would often gather in the hallway, giggling, head down and whispering about what to wear on Christmas night.

Shouted laughter and excited exchange of opinions whenever a boy walked past them.

"Why do they all move in groups?"

After dinner, when he came out of the auditorium, Harry deliberately found Clark to ask for advice - at this time, a dozen girls were walking by, they looked at Harry and smirked secretly.

"How can we wait until they are alone and catch one and make a request?"

Clark patted him on the shoulder, "What are you afraid of, just go up and invite if you like it."

This answer was certainly not what Harry wanted.

"Perhaps you could wrap one around with a noose?" Ron suggested jokingly. "Have you figured out who you're going to hire?"

Harry didn't answer, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Clark glanced at him, if it was according to the original, Harry should be Qiu Zhang who liked Ravenclaw.

She is Harry's senior, very beautiful, and a very good Quidditch player. She is also very popular, but whether Harry can summon the courage to invite her is another matter.

Ron seemed to read Harry's heart, "Listen, Harry, you're not going to be in any trouble. You're not a warrior, but you've beaten You-Know-Who too, haven't you. Dare they line up? Fighting to dance with you."

This is true, and it will soon be fulfilled.

Just the next day, a curly-haired girl in the third year of Hufflepuff College volunteered to invite Harry to the dance with her.

Harry had never spoken to her before, so in a panic, he refused without even thinking about it, leaving the girl hurt.

So in the entire history of magic class, Harry had to endure the ridicule and sarcasm of Dean, Seamus, and Ron. In their opinion, it was not easy for a girl to take the initiative to invite him.

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