The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Fortunately, there is a little witch beside Neville, Hannah Abbott, who is quite good at learning spells. She can correct the flaws and omissions in Neville's spellcasting movements in time, so that he will not completely cast the expulsion spell on Foley. Professor Wei.

Since the Yule Ball ended, the relationship between Hannah and Neville has been surprisingly close. Neville likes Hannah's kindness, while Hannah thinks Neville's honesty and clumsiness are very cute.

Contrary to these two young wizards, the relationship between Ron and Hermione has never been as good as before.

Although after Professor Sprout's persuasion, Ginny and Harry told Hermione why Ron would behave like this, so that Hermione would no longer be as angry as at the ball, but Ron's heart Awkwardness is not something that can be easily resolved in a short while.

Hermione and Krum maintained a good relationship, which made Ron maintain a jealous mentality for a long time, and always liked to stab Hermione when he had nothing to do.

Of course, there was at least Harry the glue between Ron and Hermione.

With the holidays over and the second event of the Final Four drawing closer, they need to turn all their attention to the immediate question of how Harry can survive underwater on February 2th. Hour.

Ron was inclined to use the Coming Charm again - Harry had told them about the Muggle scuba tanks, and Ron figured Harry could get a set of scuba tanks from a nearby Muggle town.

Hermione flatly dismissed the suggestion.

"Ron, even if Harry managed to learn how to scuba in the improbable one hour, he would certainly be disqualified," said Hermione.

"He would certainly be breaking the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy - flying a suit of scuba across the countryside towards Hogwarts, it's a pipe dream not to be seen by Muggles!"

"You're making too much sense!" Ron stabbed at Hermione unconvinced, "Can't we get a set of scuba lungs in advance, let Harry learn how to use them first, and then put them directly into the water when the time comes?"

"That's using other tools, which is also against the rules of the game." Hermione emphasized, "The rules of the game clearly state that warriors cannot use tools other than wands during the game."

"Then what do you think Harry should do?" Ron snorted, waved his wand, and accidentally smashed the cushion in front of Neville's head, "Oh, sorry, Neville! I didn't mean to of……"

"I think the most ideal way is to use Transfiguration to turn Harry into a submarine or something." Hermione raised her head, waved her wand, and placed a cushion lightly in the box in front of the blackboard.

"It's a pity that we haven't learned advanced human body transformation, which is something that is only taught in the sixth grade... And if you don't fully master it and transform yourself without authorization, the consequences will be unimaginable..."

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to walk around with a diving telescope on my head." Harry waved his wand too, and to his surprise, his cushion landed right on top of Hermione.

He then lay down on the table and said in a self-defeating manner: "You guys said... If I provoke Professor Dracula during the competition, will he use the transfiguration technique to turn me into a fish or a penguin when he gets angry? Category……"

"I think he's more likely to turn you into a duck, the kind that can only stare at the underwater things in a daze but can't go down to get them." Ron complained.

"Forget it, you'd better not try to use Transfiguration, Harry." Hermione shook her head helplessly, and said, "In that case, I think you'd better use a spell..."

And so Harry, Ron, and Hermione descended into the library once more, poring over the dusty tomes, hoping to find a spell that would keep a person alive without oxygen.

At lunchtime, in the evenings, and all weekend long, the three of them hung around the library, searching.

Hermione went to Dracula again and wrote her a note, approving her to use the books in the *** area, and even asked the librarian Mrs. Pince who looked like a vulture for help—

They couldn't find anything, however, as there didn't seem to be any simple and effective spells that could bring Harry back alive after spending an hour underwater.

After all, his age is still too disadvantaged, and he has not learned many things.

Until the last afternoon before the Final Four, Harry and the others did not find out how to deal with this underwater competition.

Harry was well aware that even if, by some miracle, he suddenly found a suitable spell, it would be very difficult to master it overnight.

How could he let things go to this level?Why didn't he start digging into the clues the golden egg provided earlier?

Woolen cloth?Why had he deserted the class—perhaps some professor had mentioned how to breathe underwater?

The sun outside the window was gradually sinking. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the library, flipping through spell books anxiously. There were stacks of books on the table in front of each of them, and they couldn't see each other.

Harry's heart skipped a beat whenever he saw the word "water" in a book, but on closer inspection it was usually two pints of water, half a pound of chopped mandrakes, and then Add a salamander...

However, just when they were almost falling into despair, a turning point appeared unexpectedly——

As Harry's opponent, Cedric walked in one minute before the library closed and handed a book to Harry.

Chapter 270: Gill Grass

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"This is?"

Harry froze for a moment, looked at the herbalism book Cedric handed him in front of him, and asked suspiciously.

"There may be something you need here." Cedric smiled, "I just told me that Qiu was also in the library just now, and saw that the three of you are still looking up materials here..."

"I guess you haven't found a way to get into the water yet."

"Did you come here to laugh at me on purpose?" Harry asked bluntly, his face changed.

"No, I just want to return your favor." Cedric smiled warmly.

"Favour?" Harry looked at him confused.

"Did you forget? Before the first game started, you told me that the event would be related to fire dragons." Cedric said, "If you hadn't told me this information, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come up with that clever idea on the spot. Methods."

"I didn't give you any favors." Harry grumbled. "Except for you and Kowalski, all the warriors in the first round already know what the competition is. I just don't want to take advantage of you..."

"But it is indeed a great favor to me." Cedric smiled and sighed, "If you don't have the idea of ​​not wanting to take advantage, but choose to be with Beauxbaton and Durmster The principals of the two schools, Lang Na, want to play games with foresight..."

"Without knowing it, I may suffer a big loss, and maybe I will embarrass the Hogwarts warriors."

He forcefully pushed the book into Harry's hand, and said, "So accept this book, I also found it by chance, No. 60 page nine has what you need."

Harry clenched the book in his hands stiffly, with mixed emotions in his heart.

He really needed a solution that could help him complete the game, but this solution was sent by his opponent, which made him very frustrated.

"We're not just rivals, Harry." Cedric seemed to know what he was thinking, and he smiled and comforted, "Aren't we helping each other as friends?"

Harry froze for a moment, then smiled in relief.

Yeah, he and Cedric weren't just rivals—

As early as in so many Quidditch matches, the aboveboard style of Cedric and the Hufflepuff team had already won Harry's favor.

After the experience of helping Hufflepuff snipe the Slytherin team in the second year, he and Cedric have actually become friends.

"You gave me the way to deal with the game, so what do you do?" Harry was no longer obsessed with accepting Cedric's help at this time, but worried that he didn't have another way to deal with it, so he asked.

"Don't worry, I've already thought about what to do." Cedric said with a smile, "It's a coincidence that this book was found by Mr. Filch a few days ago, and he said it was from a Hufflepuff. If the students confiscated it, let me, the prefect, help send it back."

"But I asked all over Hufflepuff and couldn't find the owner of this book, so I went through the contents of the book on my own initiative, and just found something useful."

"Don't worry, I will return the original book to Mr. Filch. This book was copied using the copy spell, and it can only exist for a few hours. Mr. Filch won't know about it—you don't need to read it anyway. Too long, right?"

Only then did Harry feel relieved, and put away the book that Cedric had brought over.

"Thank you, Cedric." He sincerely thanked him, and then sighed bitterly, "To be honest, I really don't know what to do without the book you sent..."

"After all, you are still young, and you haven't learned a lot, which is normal." Cedric smiled, "Your performance in the first game has already impressed me. I can think of summoning a broomstick with the Flying Curse, so that you will be able to do so." Ingenious method."

"Actually, that's what my friend thought of." Harry and Ron next to him looked at each other and said softly, "If I was the only one, I might need Professor Dracula to save me in the first match right?"

"It's okay, at least you have achieved a good result." Cedric waved his hand and bid farewell to Harry, "I wish you a smooth race tomorrow, Harry!"

"I wish you the best for tomorrow's game too, Cedric!" Harry waved his hand too.

After Cedric left, Ron and Hermione quickly moved to Harry's side, staring closely at the book Cedric had sent as if grasping at a straw.

"Harry, look at what's written on it!" Hermione said hastily.

"Would it really work?" Ron wondered, "Could it be that he just wanted to interfere with his opponent...Harry, Diggory is a little lower than your score now, if he wants to trip you up son……"

"Cedric wouldn't do that." Harry shook his head and interrupted Ron, "I believe in his character, based on the fact that he would rather admit defeat than win without force on the Quidditch pitch. We don't need to doubt him about this."

While talking, Harry turned the book in his hand to page No.60 according to the number of pages Cedric told him.

There is a type of herb clearly recorded on the page—Gill Sacgrass.

"The gills grass is produced in the Mediterranean area. It is gray-green, long and sticky in shape..." Ron read to the content written in the book, "This is not a spell, it can be compared with tomorrow's game. what is the relationship?"

"Keep looking back, Ron!" Hermione glared back at him, and his words read back:

"It was discovered by Eladora Ketterridge in the early years. According to him, after a wizard eats gills, gills will grow to breathe underwater, and webs will grow on his hands and feet for swimming... "

Hermione looked up in surprise and found that Harry and Ron had the same look in their eyes.

"It actually works!" Ron exclaimed, "Does this mean that Harry can hide a gill weed in his pocket and eat it before entering the water..."

"Don't rush to be happy, I think we'd better read the functions of the gills grass first—" Hermione said rigorously, "What if it has any side effects?"

Then she went on to read: "The efficacy of the herb was verified a century later by the herbalist Beyomont Metieri Banks, who judged that the magic power of a gillwort could last about An hour's time."

The surprise emotion in the eyes of the three of them is getting stronger and stronger.

The effect of gills grass can last for about an hour, which is simply a herbal medicine tailored for the second event of the semifinals!

"Be sure to get a gill weed!" Harry slapped his thigh and jumped up from his seat, "I can sneak into Hogsmeade wearing an invisibility cloak, and go to the herb shop over there Buy one!"

With that said, he was about to run back to the common room and put on his invisibility cloak.

However, at this moment, Hermione caught a glimpse of the last line of small print on this page:

"Attachment: Gill grass is relatively rare, and it is a precious potion material. It is not recommended to be used as a swimming method for long-term consumption; it is not recommended to sell it in a range."

Her eyes widened, and she grabbed Harry's arm in a panic.

"Wait a minute, Harry, the herb shop in Hogsmeade probably doesn't have gills..."

"Why?" Harry and Ron stopped their eagerness to try.

Hermione pointed them to the last line of small print on the book, and the joyful expressions on Harry and Ron's faces suddenly froze.

"So what should we do?" Harry asked blankly.

Ron looked at the various other books piled up next to him, and his eyes gradually became a little dazed.

"Digory probably didn't see the fine print, or else he wouldn't have given you this book..." He muttered, "Is there no way for Harry to complete the game? "

The three stood there in a daze, even Madam Pince's ferocious gesture of pushing them away hardly noticed.

"I've said it several times, the library is closed!" Mrs. Pince yelled angrily, "Are you three guys challenging the librarian's authority?!"

She has been a librarian at Hogwarts for so many years, and she holds the "power of life and death" of all books. Any little wizard who needs to borrow books needs to have a considerable degree of respect for her, and she is also proud of it .

However, just today, some people dare to ignore the librarian

Mrs. Pince, this is definitely a head-on rebellion against the librarian's authority!