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Theyve got Ron. The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir. squeaked Dobby. But past an hour - - the prospects black, Harry recited, staring, horror-struck, at the elf. Too late, its gone, it wont come back. Dobby - whatve I got to do. You has to eat this, sir. squeaked the elf, and he put his hand in the pocket of his shorts and drew out a ball of what looked like slimy, grayishgreen rat tails. Right before you go into the lake, sir - gillyweed. Whats it do. said Harry, staring at the gillyweed. It will make Harry Potter breathe underwater, sir. Dobby, said Harry frantically, listen - are you sure about this. He couldnt quite forget that the last time Dobby had tried to help him, he had ended up with no bones monxter his right arm. Dobby is quite sure, sir. said the elf earnestly. Dobby hears Ca,l, sir, he is a house-elf, he goes all over the castle as he lights the fires and mops the floors. Dobby heard Professor McGonagall and Professor Moody in the dhty, talking about the next task. Vuty cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy. Harrys doubts knide. Jumping to his feet he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak, stuffed it into his bag, grabbed the gillyweed, and put it into his pocket, then tore out of the library with Dobby at his heels. Dobby is supposed to be in the kitchens, sir. Dobby squealed as they burst into the corridor. Dobby will be missed - good luck, Harry Potter, sir, good luck. See you later, Dobby. Harry shouted, and he sprinted along the corridor and down the https://rtsgames.cloud/baldurs-gate/baldurs-gate-3-sorcerer-build-xfinity.php, three at a time. The entrance hall contained a few last-minute stragglers, all leaving the Great Hall after breakfast and heading through the double oak doors to watch the second task. They stared as Harry flashed past, sending Colin and Dennis Creevey flying as he leapt down the stone steps and out onto the bright, chilly grounds. As he pounded down the lawn he saw that the seats that had encircled the dragons enclosure in November were now ranged along the opposite bank, rising in stands that were packed to the bursting point and reflected in the lake below. The excited babble of the crowd echoed strangely across the water as Harry dtuy flat-out around the other side of the lake toward the judges, who were sitting at another gold-draped table at the waters edge. Cedric, Fleur, and Krum were beside the judges table, watching Harry sprint toward them. Im. here. Harry panted, skidding to a halt in the mud and accidentally splattering Fleurs robes. Where have you been. said a bossy, disapproving dutj. The tasks about to start. Harry looked around. Percy Weasley was sitting at the knide table - Mr. Crouch had failed to turn up again. Now, now, Percy. said Ludo Bagman, who was looking intensely relieved to see Harry. Let him catch his breath. Dumbledore smiled at Harry, but Karkaroff and Madame Maxime didnt look at all pleased to see him. It was obvious from the looks on their faces that they had thought he wasnt going to turn up. Harry bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath; he had a stitch in his side that felt as though he had a knife between his ribs, but there was no time to get rid of it; Ludo Bagman was now moving among the champions, spacing them along the bank at dhty of ten feet. Harry was on the very end of the line, next to Krum, who was wearing swimming trunks and was holding his wand ready. All right, Harry. Bagman whispered as he moved Harry a few feet farther away from Krum. Click what youre going to do. Yeah, Harry panted, massaging his ribs. Bagman gave Harrys shoulder a quick squeeze and returned to the judges table; he pointed his wand at his throat as he omnster done at the World Cup, said, Sonorus. and his voice boomed out across the dark water toward the stands. Well, all our champions are ready for the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely an hour to recover what has been taken from them. On the count of three, then. One. two. three. The whistle echoed shrilly in the cold, still air; the stands erupted with cheers and applause; without cheats counter strike condition to see what the other champions were doing, Harry pulled off his shoes and socks, pulled the handful of gillyweed out of his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and waded out into the lake. It was so cold he felt the skin on his legs searing as knfie this were fire, not icy water. His sodden robes weighed him down as he walked in deeper; now the water was over his knees, and his rapidly numbing feet were slipping over silt and flat, slimy stones. He was chewing the gillyweed as hard and fast as he could; it felt unpleasantly slimy and rubbery, like octopus tentacles. Waist-deep in the freezing water he stopped, swallowed, and waited for something to happen. He could hear laughter in the crowd and knew he must look stupid, walking into the lake without showing any sign of magical power. The part of him that was still dry was covered in goose pimples; half immersed in the icy water, a cruel breeze lifting his hair, Harry started to shiver violently. He avoided looking at the stands; the laughter was becoming louder, and there were catcalls and jeering from the Slytherins. Then, quite suddenly, Harry felt as though an invisible pillow had been pressed over his mouth and nose. He tried to draw breath, monste it made his head spin; his lungs were empty, and he suddenly felt a piercing pain on either side of his neck - Harry clapped his hands around his throat and felt two large slits just below his ears, flapping in the cold air. He had gills. Without pausing to think, he did the only thing that made sense - he flung himself forward into the water. The first gulp of icy lake water felt like the breath of life. His head had stopped spinning; he took another great gulp of water and felt it pass smoothly through his gills, sending oxygen back to his brain. He stretched out his hands in front of him and stared at them. They looked green and ghostly under the water, and they had become webbed. He twisted around and looked at his bare feet - they had become elongated and the toes were webbed too: It looked as though he had sprouted flippers. The water didnt feel icy anymore either. on the contrary, he felt pleasantly cool and very light. Harry struck out once more, marveling at how far and fast his flipper-like feet propelled him through the water, and noticing how clearly he could see, and how he no longer seemed to need to blink. He had soon swum so far into the lake that he could no longer see the bottom. He flipped over and dived into its depths. Silence pressed upon his ears as he soared over a strange, gambling sites game quiz rust, foggy landscape. Pc games could only see ten feet around him, so that as he sped through the water new scenes seemed to loom suddenly out of the oncoming darkness: forests of rippling, tangled black weed, wide plains of mud littered with dull, glimmering stones. He swam deeper and deeper, out toward the middle of the lake, his eyes wide, staring through the eerily gray-lit water around him to the shadows beyond, where the water became opaque. Small fish flickered past him like silver darts. Once or twice he thought he saw something larger moving ahead of him, but when he got nearer, he discovered it to be nothing but a large, blackened log, or lnife dense clump of weed. There was no sign of any of the other champions, merpeople, Ron - nor, thankfully, the giant squid. Light green weed stretched ahead of him as far as he could see, two feet deep, like a meadow of very overgrown grass. Harry was staring unblinkingly ahead of him, trying to discern shapes through the gloom. and then, without warning, something grabbed hold of his ankle. Harry twisted his body around and saw a grindylow, monsster small, horned water demon, poking out of the weed, its long fingers clutched tightly around Harrys leg, its pointed fangs bared - Harry stuck his webbed hand quickly inside his robes and fumbled for his wand. By the time he had grasped it, two more grindylows had risen out of the weed, had seized handfuls of Harrys robes, and were lf to drag him down. Relashio. Harry shouted, except that no sound came out. A large bubble issued from his mouth, and his wand, instead of sending sparks at the grindylows, pelted them with what seemed to be a monsterr of boiling water, for where it struck them, angry red Cakl appeared on their green skin. Harry pulled his ankle out of the grindylows grip and swam, as fast as he could, occasionally sending more jets of hot water over his shoulder at random; every now and then he felt one of the grindylows snatch at his knite again, and he kicked kbife, hard; finally, he felt his foot connect with a horned skull, and looking back, saw the dazed grindylow floating away, cross-eyed, while its fellows shook their fists at Harry and sank back into the weed. Harry slowed down a little, slipped his wand back inside here robes, and looked around, listening again. He turned full circle in the water, the silence pressing harder than ever against his eardrums. He knew he must be even deeper in the lake now, but nothing was moving but the rippling weed. How are you getting on. Harry thought he was having a heart attack. He whipped around and saw Moaning Myrtle floating hazily in front of him, gazing at him through her thick, pearly glasses. Myrtle. Harry tried to shout - but once again, nothing came out of his mouth but a very large bubble. Moaning Myrtle actually giggled. You want to try over there. she said, pointing. I wont come with you. I dont like them much, they always chase me when I get too close. Harry gave her the thumbs-up to show his thanks and set off once more, careful to swim a bit higher over the weed to avoid any more grindylows that might be lurking there. He swam on for what felt like at least twenty minutes. He was passing over vast expanses of black mud now, which swirled murkily as he disturbed the water. Then, at long last, he heard a snatch of haunting mersong. An hour long youll have to look, And to recover what we took. Harry swam faster and soon saw a large rock emerge https://rtsgames.cloud/counter-strike/kalendar-ucoz-counter-strike.php of the muddy water ahead. It had paintings of merpeople on it; they were carrying spears and chasing what Call of duty x monster knife like the giant squid. Harry swam on past the rock, following the mersong. your times half gone, so tarry not Lest what you seek stays here to rot. A cluster of crude stone dwellings stained with algae loomed suddenly out dity the gloom on all sides. Here and there at the dark windows, Harry saw faces. faces that bore no resemblance at all to the painting of the mermaid in the prefects bathroom. The merpeople had grayish skin and long, wild, dark green hair. Their eyes were yellow, as were their broken teeth, and they wore thick ropes of pebbles around their necks. They leered at Harry as he swam past; one or two of them emerged from their caves to watch him better, their powerful, silver fish tails beating the water, spears clutched in their hands. Harry sped on, staring around, and soon the dwellings became more numerous; there were gardens of weed around some of them, and he even saw a pet grindylow oof to a stake outside one door. Merpeople were emerging on all sides now, watching him eagerly, pointing at his webbed hands and gills, talking behind their hands to one another. Harry sped around a corner and a very strange sight met his eyes. A whole crowd of merpeople was floating in front of the houses that lined what looked like a Cakl of a village Call of duty x monster knife. A choir of merpeople was singing in the middle, calling the champions toward them, and behind them rose a crude sort of statue; a gigantic merperson hewn from a boulder. Four people were bound tightly to the tail of the stone merperson. Ron was tied between Hermione and Cho Chang. There was also a girl who looked no older than eight, whose clouds knifee silvery hair made Harry feel sure that Cal was Fleur Delacours sister. All four of them appeared to be in a very deep sleep. Their heads were lolling onto their shoulders, and fine streams of bubbles kept issuing from their mouths. Harry sped toward the hostages, half expecting the merpeople to lower their spears and charge at him, here they did nothing. The ropes of weed tying the hostages to the statue were thick, slimy, and very strong. For a fleeting second he thought of the knife Sirius had bought him for Christmas - locked in his trunk in the castle a quarter of a mile away, no use to him whatsoever. He looked around. Many of the merpeople surrounding them were carrying spears. He swam swiftly toward a seven-foot-tall merman with a long green beard and a choker of shark fangs and tried to mime a request to borrow the spear. The merman laughed and shook his head. We do knifd help, he said in a harsh, croaky voice. Come ON. Harry said fiercely (but only bubbles issued from his mouth), and he tried to pull the spear away from the merman, but the merman yanked it back, still shaking his head and laughing. Harry jnife around, staring about. Something sharp. anything. There were rocks littering the lake bottom. He dived and snatched up a particularly jagged one and returned to the statue. He began to hack at the ropes binding Ron, and after several minutes hard work, they broke apart. Ron floated, unconscious, a few inches above the lake bottom, drifting a little in the ebb of the water. Harry looked around. There was no sign of any of the other champions. What were they playing at. Why didnt they hurry up. He turned back to Hermione, raised the jagged rock, and began to hack at her bindings too - At once, several pairs of strong gray hands seized him. Half a dozen mermen were pulling him away from Hermione, shaking their green-haired heads, and laughing. You take your own hostage, one of them said to him. Leave the others. No way. said Harry furiously - but only two large bubbles came out. Your task is to retrieve your own friend. leave the others. Shes my friend too. Harry yelled, gesturing toward Hermione, an enormous silver bubble emerging soundlessly from his lips. And I dont want them to die either. Chos head was on Hermiones shoulder; the small silver-haired girl was ghostly green and pale. Harry struggled to fight off the mermen, but they laughed harder than ever, holding him back. Harry looked wildly around. Where were the other champions. Would he have time to take Ron to the surface and come back down for Hermione and the others. Would he be able to find them again. He looked down at his watch to see how much time was left - it had stopped working. 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