A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

In the school hospital filled with a unique smell, Lupine was staring anxiously at Madam Pomfrey. His eyes were filled with concern, hoping that the pain in Harry's legs would be cured.

Madam Pomfrey's expression was a little serious, and her eyes slowly moved on the people beside the hospital bed, looking hesitant and embarrassed.

"Harry..." Before Lupine could finish his words, Madam Pomfrey raised her hand to signal him to stay quiet.

She put her hands in her pockets and sighed helplessly, with a hint of fatigue in her voice: "There is no cure, and I don't have any medicine here to relieve it."

"Harry has a terminal illness?" Ron's face was full of anxiety, and his voice was trembling slightly: "Did someone cast a curse on Harry?"

"A curse is impossible, terminal disease?" Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and then slowly said, "That's right."

Her diagnosis brought a gasp to everyone present. Harry's face instantly turned pale, and he secretly exclaimed: Oh my god, will I be amputated?

Madam Pomfrey saw everyone's sad and sad expressions, and immediately realized that they had misunderstood her. She quickly explained: "You are overthinking, Harry has no big problem."

She shook her head slightly and said in a relaxed tone: "It's just a severe leg cramp. It will get better after resting for a while or doing some stretching exercises."

"But the terminal illness you just mentioned..." Ron asked doubtfully.

"It is a terminal illness." Madam Pomfrey nodded and explained with a smile: "If the body is suddenly exposed to super cold water, the muscles will become very tense and cramps will soon appear. This is unavoidable. natural reaction."

"I don't have any special medicine here. If you really want to avoid it, you should consult Mrs. Huo Qi." She suddenly thought of something and asked: "Harry, I remember you are still the seeker of the school team, right? Did you guys, before you go on the field, Don’t you need to do some warm-up preparations?”

"Some." Harry blushed in shame. He finally understood the reason for his sudden cramp in the water. He was filled with remorse and regret for his recklessness.

Madam Pomfrey lifted his cramped calf and patted it with her palm: "Luckily Lupine got there in time, otherwise you would have drowned due to cramps."

She suddenly thought of something and shook her head slightly. Every summer, there are always some brave students who go swimming. Although there have been some accidents before, thanks to the secret protection of the mermaid tribe, the students have never faced real life danger.

"Your cramps are serious. You must pay attention to rest these days." Madam Pomfrey shrugged and could only comfort Harry with her eyes.

If a bone was broken, missing, or the body was cut in half, she had potions to heal it. But for this kind of "injury" that wasn't even a cold, she, a magic doctor, could do nothing to treat it.

Harry wore a mask of pain and nodded obediently. He originally just wanted to test the effect of the newly learned head soaking charm, but he didn't expect that it would cause such a big joke.

The entrance to the school hospital room was crowded with onlookers, many of whom were Slytherin students. They are not here to care about themselves, but to get information and prepare to laugh.

Harry could already imagine how Malfoy's mean face would taunt him during dinner.

"It's okay!" Lupine sent a gentle smile and gently massaged Harry's calf according to the technique Madam Pomfrey demonstrated just now.

Harry murmured, "I'm sorry for making you worry. I thought I could swim after learning the Head Bubble Charm." He blamed himself.

"Swimming?" Lu Ping asked curiously, "Why do you suddenly want to learn to swim?"

Harry was about to reply when Krum of Durmstrang appeared at the door with a bouquet of narcissus, coming to visit him.

"I'm afraid it was just picked from the river..." Ron muttered in a low voice.

Klum's hairstyle seems to be fixed by magic, and it will always be short and close to the scalp. He walked over alone, with an unskilled smile on his lips, and asked sincerely: "Harry, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Harry responded awkwardly, "I was accidentally swimming just now..."

"Swimming?" Krum interrupted him excitedly, "Have you solved the secret of the golden egg?"

Harry's eyes widened. It turned out that Klum had already solved the secret of the golden egg. He felt a little surprised, but also realized that he might be the last person to unlock the secret.

Lupine's eyes flashed with understanding, and he instantly understood why Harry learned to swim. He noticed that the students seemed a little uncomfortable chatting in front of him, so he found an excuse to prepare lessons and left the ward.

Krum could not forget the defeat of the last minor league, and he had been eager to defeat Harry head-on. So, he suggested: "Durmstrang has a special transformation technique that can turn the wizard's head into a shark. I can teach you..."

"No, no, no." Harry refused quickly, shaking his head and smiling, "I already have the Bubble Charm."

"Then do you want to learn to swim?" Krum invited sincerely, his eyes full of enthusiasm, "I'm very good at it. I even get into the water and swim in the winter. If you don't mind, before the challenge begins, I can teach you how to swim and dive.”

Harry's face looked a little embarrassed. After all, they were opponents in the Triwizard Tournament. Is this really okay?

He looked at Krum with grateful eyes and asked cautiously: "Wouldn't Mr. Karkaroff mind? After all, the Goblet of Fire only belongs to one person in the end."

"Harry." Klum shook his head slightly and said confidently: "Last year you defeated me in the World Cup, this year I will defeat you on the field."

He recognized Harry's strength and hoped for a fair fight again in the competition.

"I don't want to face an opponent with no difficulty. The stronger you are, the more valuable my victory will be." Krum's bold words made Harry feel a little distracted for a moment.

He never thought that in Durmstrang, which was famous for black magic, there would be such an upright wizard. Harry's respect for Krum welled up in his heart. He had thought that Krum would be as unscrupulous as Slytherin.

Harry's heart stirred, and he began to realize that not all wizards who learned black magic were so disgusting. He nodded and was about to agree to Krum's proposal.

However, just as his lips opened, Ron's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the harmonious atmosphere between the two: "I don't need your kindness, Harry is the savior of the wizarding world, and you don't need to teach him how to swim!"

The originally harmonious and warm atmosphere suddenly became as cold as an ice cave. Madam Pomfrey heard the noise, came out and scolded: "This is a ward, no noise is allowed."

The curve of the corner of Krum's mouth pulled up awkwardly, he pursed his lips, and his eyes wandered between Harry and Ron. Before leaving, he whispered to Harry: "I swim every morning."

"Ron!" Harry looked at Krum's leaving figure, looked at his friend dissatisfied, and complained: "How could you do this?"

"What kind of thing?" Ron snorted coldly, his eyes full of vigilance, "What if he has evil intentions and plans to drown you in the water?"

"Harry!" he shouted urgently, with a nervous tone: "He comes from Durmstrang, which is the school with the most dark wizards in Europe. You don't know him, and you don't know the Slytherin group. Human? Analogy..."

"I know him, he's not like that." Harry retorted firmly, looking at Ron without hesitation.

Ron stared at him angrily, clenching his fists slowly: "Then just believe him." He yelled angrily, his tone full of disappointment, and ran out of the campus hospital quickly.

He couldn't figure out why he was so kind to Harry, but Harry would rather trust an opponent he had just met than trust himself.

He even couldn't figure out why his mother treated Harry as a Weasley child. Even the dress for the Yule Ball, Harry could receive new ones, but he could only wear old ones he found. Even so, he still didn't believe in himself.

He still couldn't figure out why he always accompanied Harry on adventures, but Harry never respected his opinions. Could it be that just because she was his good friend, Harry could ignore him?

Ron was left with a heavy heart, feeling ignored by those closest to him. He ran back to the dormitory and dug out the Quidditch toys. The top one was Krum's Quidditch doll.

He pulled it hard and tore Krum's head and limbs off his body, as if this could vent his dissatisfaction and anger.

The originally close relationship between the two quickly entered the ice age. Every morning and evening, he could see Harry and Krum swimming shirtless in the black lake.

Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang, stood at the bow of the boat and did not stop Krum from joining the enemy, as if he wanted Harry to become stronger and stronger.

The other people who slept together were keenly aware that the atmosphere in the dormitory was not right. Except when they had to come back to sleep at night, they chose to spend the rest of their time in the common room to avoid embarrassment.

By the time the second game was about to begin, Harry could swim like a fish in the water. Even without the Head Bubble Charm, he could still swim underwater for five minutes, all thanks to Krum's guidance.

"Harry, I will definitely beat you in this competition!" Krum extended his fist, and Harry touched it tacitly.

Click!

Rita's photographer accurately captured this scene. She admired the smiles of the two people in the photo, and came up with a new direction for the report: "The Love of Mr. Savior and the Third Person from a Foreign Country."

Even before the shorthand quill started writing, the title was already making Rita tremble with excitement. She stared at the two with a smile, expecting them to have special stories or accidents during the game later.

Roger was sitting in the audience last time, with Hermione on his left and Daphne on his right. Two completely different body fragrances collided gently on the tip of his nose. He sat upright and looked forward.

"Welcome to the second game." Dumbledore stood on the central wooden tower and shouted in a loud voice: "Last night, we took something, a piece of wealth, from each player."

"Now, everyone's wealth is placed in the Black Lake. The criterion for victory is to find your wealth and then reach the water safely..."

Rogge's eyes searched the audience, and he noticed the unhappy Ron, but he did not find the Qiuchang of Ravenclaw. His eyes then turned to the calm water, and a smile appeared on his lips.

If he guessed correctly, the ones tied to the bottom by the mermaid should be Sirius (Harry's rescue target), Cho Chang (Cedric's rescue target), Gabrielle (Fleur's rescue target) and Christmas Krum The companion at the party.

"Oh, Mr. Black, you will definitely help your godson, right?" Rogge showed a playful smile, looking quite naughty.

Daphne noticed his smile, gently squeezed his waist, and warned: "Don't stare at Fleur!"

"Ah?" Rogge then realized and looked at the four people who were about to dive.

Furong's figure was already proud, but she became more mature after a holiday. Even though she is wearing a robe, she still stands proudly among the females.

Rogge took a few deep breaths to calm down his hot mood: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm thinking about what wealth the principal said."

"Gallon? Potion? Report card?" Daphne guessed.

Roger said in a joking voice: "If Theodore is a warrior, there must be a sack of galleons underwater."

"They can only hold out for one hour, remember, only one hour..." Dumbledore continued to introduce the rules of the game.

Fleur took the opportunity to stuff the gillweed into her mouth. She resisted the tentacle-like nausea in her throat, and the skin on her legs also burned with pain.

In addition to the three methods of gillweed, head soaking spell, and transfiguration, Rogge also has a more effective magic potion: mermaid potion.

However, if he gave it to Fleur, he would definitely not be able to explain the reason to Daphne. He secretly covered Daphne's hands in his sleeves, pulled her and asked softly: "Have you been to the Selki tribe during this time?"

"No." Daphne felt her hot palms, her cheeks flushed slightly, "Harry and that man have been occupying the Black Lake all day long, and I can't go there at all."

"Actually, you can go through our old academy (you can start after the cannon fire)..."

boom!

Filch heard the keyword and immediately fired the cannon. Dumbledore stopped speaking awkwardly, while the students cheered excitedly.

After eating the gillweed, Hibiscus felt a strong suffocation feeling in her throat after getting into the water. Then, she felt two narrow gaps growing under her ears. These are her new gills that open and close gently in the water.

The lake water continuously delivers oxygen to her body through the fish's gills. She could clearly feel the water flowing around her through her skin. In addition, webbing has grown between her fingers and toes, allowing her to swim faster. You can see everything clearly underwater without even waving a wand.

The depth of the Black Lake is a mystery that no one knows except the mermaids. But with the guidance of singing, the four contestants quickly found the right direction.

The audience couldn't see the underwater scene, and even the commentator was in a daze. The cold wind blows on the cold lake, reflecting the cold scene.

Bagman, one of the referees, could only shout, "Say, say something! Anything!"

The two commentators looked at each other, and one of them took out the wizard novel from his crotch and handed it to his companion: "Read it quickly."

"Merlin... no, Krum suddenly waved his wand and cast his best spell: Expelliarmus. The so-called Expelliarmus means the elimination of all weapons!" the narrator read, although he knew that he was wrong. , but in order to fill the silence, I can only bite the bullet and continue.

"It's really terrible... (I don't even know what I'm reading)" When the commentator hesitated, Bagman gave them an OK gesture.

No matter what happens, I have to deal with it in this hour. When the two saw their boss saying this, they looked at each other and immediately became energetic.

"King Arthur... no, no, no, Harry Potter is not in a hurry. Like a fish that quickly flicks its legs to speed up and avoid Krum's spell." The narrator continued to read, trying his best to combine the contents of the book with The audience acted out underwater situations.

"Krum yelled, and thousands of bubbles popped up. The wand waved out shadows, and the whole water was stirred up by waves. Several spells were like flying arrows, extremely sharp, piercing Harry Potter's chest." he shouted passionately.

Dumbledore turned to look at the commentary box, stared at them with doubtful eyes, and thought to himself: "You guys are really good at making things up. At this time, they are busy looking for people, how can they waste time due to a duel with each other."

But without being able to see what's going on underwater, it does need to capture the audience's attention in other ways. He glanced at the book in their hands again, "Merlin and King Arthur's One Thousand and One Nights". I always felt that the title of the book was a bit strange.

"Under the water at this time, various magic beams intersect frequently, and it is impossible to distinguish which one was released by Harry and which one was released by Krum." The narrator's voice was full of emotions, as if describing a thrilling battle. .

The spectators on the wooden tower looked over and saw that the water was calm and there was no light or shadow.

Someone complained dissatisfiedly: "Tsk, what the hell... I thought it was true."

"Go down, go down!" Many people shouted.

The narrator who took out the book heard everyone's dissatisfied protests and quickly asked his companion to turn back a few more pages to appease everyone with more exciting content.

"Oh, Merlin... no, Krum fell into Harry's arms with a soft cry. At this moment, Krum's eyes were silky and his pink lips were slightly open..."

The auditorium fell into an unprecedented deserted state, and everyone's eyes turned to the commentary box in unison.

"Do they know what they are reading?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Why does something sound wrong to me? Why is Harry squeezing the limp Krum?"

"...It feels like cotton. What does this describe?"

"Could it be that Harry is picking cotton on Krum?"

"Picking cotton? Isn't that what slaves do?"

…

Everyone was talking about the underwater duel made up by the commentator. But no one knows what happened underwater. Did Krum really fall into Harry's arms?

Rogge laughed so hard that he held his stomach and said out of breath, "Are you two invited by the monkey to be funny?"