A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Fred smiled bitterly and bumped George's shoulder. "He looks very annoyed. He may be looking for trouble for you."

Pansy looked at Ron and Harry, and Harry felt his heart sink.Is Professor Snape going to reprimand Pansy?Maybe he noticed her helping him?He is the head of Slytherin, and he definitely doesn't want Pansy to help Harry!

As a warrior, Harry should figure out how to complete the competition on his own!

"Then I'll meet you in the Great Hall tomorrow, Harry." Pansy said to Harry, getting up and leaving the library - she was obviously a little nervous, her arms were shaking, "You can take as many of these books back as you want. How much can you take back with you, okay?"

"Okay," Harry said, feeling uneasy.At some point, he started to worry about Slytherin.

At eight o'clock, Mrs. Pince turned off all the lights and came to chase Harry and Ron out of the library.Fortunately, with Ron's help, Harry was able to carry the book back to the common room. The two of them staggered back to the Gryffindor common room, walked to a table in the corner, and began to patrol again.

There's nothing in "The Wizard's Mad Magic"...

There is nothing in the Guide to Medieval Witchcraft...

There is not a single mention of underwater survival in "Selected Spells of the Eighteenth Century", "Terrible Animals of the Deep" and "Powers You Didn't Know You Possessed, and How to Use Them Once You Understand" method.

Harry curled up, eager to go back to the dormitory. He must miss the soft big bed in the dormitory.The common room was gradually emptying out.Before leaving, his classmates wished him good luck tomorrow, with the same cheerful and confident tone as Hagrid.

Clearly, they all believed Harry was going to deliver another fantastic performance, just like he did in the first project.

But Harry couldn't answer them at all, so he nodded, feeling as if there was a golf ball stuck in his throat.At ten minutes to twelve, he and Ron were the only ones left in the lounge.They couldn't stop yawning, but they still couldn't find any useful information in the book.

It's over, Harry said to himself.He can't do it anymore. He can only walk to the lake tomorrow and tell the referee...

Harry began to imagine himself explaining to the referee that he could not complete this project. He imagined Bagman opening his eyes wide with surprise; Karkaroff showing his yellow teeth and smiling gloatingly.He could almost hear Fleur Delacour's voice: "I knew...he was too young, a boy."

He could even imagine how incredible it would be on the faces of Madame Maxime and Hagrid.

Harry stood up suddenly. He had a bold idea. In a blink of an eye, he had already hurried up the spiral staircase and returned to the dormitory... He went to get the invisibility cloak, and then sneaked back to the library. If necessary, he would go back to the dormitory. Stay up all night there...

"Fluorescence," he whispered as he opened the library door 15 minutes later.

He didn't call Ron because he really couldn't think of what else Ron could do to help - maybe he could testify to the referee tomorrow: There was really no way for Harry to participate in the second event?

With the faint light from the top of his wand, Harry slipped into the bookshelf and pulled out one book after another - books about magic and spells, books about mermaids and underwater monsters, books about famous wizards, He pulled out all the books on magical inventions.

He moved all these books to a table and began to read them. He searched hard with the faint light of the wand and occasionally looked at his watch...

He had learned his lesson and would no longer carry a lantern when sneaking into the library - it was always easy for Filch to spot him, and it was obviously unwise to carry a lantern when walking at night.

One o'clock in the morning...two o'clock in the morning...The only thing that could keep Harry going was that he told himself over and over again: the next book...the next book...the next book...

Harry seemed to see how helpless he was standing in front of the Black Lake in the morning, watching other warriors showing off their magical powers, but he could only stand blankly on the shore, explaining to the referee how helpless he was. .

The students in the audience were all laughing at him. They seemed to be unable to believe their ears. The students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons almost laughed out loud...

“It hurts so much—don’t poke me—ouch—”

"Harry Potter must wake up, sir!"

"Don't poke me—"

"Dobby must poke Harry Potter, sir, he must wake up!" Harry opened his eyes. He was still sitting in the library, and the Invisibility Cloak had slipped from his head to the floor while he was asleep. , his cheek pressed against the page of "As long as there's a magic wand, there's a way", he sat up, adjusted his glasses, and the bright sunlight made him blink.

"Harry Potter must hurry up!" Dobby said sharply. "The second project starts in ten minutes. Harry Potter——"

"Ten minutes?" Harry said hoarsely. "Ten-ten minutes?"

He lowered his head and looked at his watch. Dobby the house elf was right, it was already twenty miles past nine.Suddenly, it seemed as if a heavy stone fell from Harry's chest to his stomach - he couldn't feel the presence of his heart at all.

"Hurry up, Harry Potter!" Dobby squeaked, tugging on Harry's sleeve. "You should go down to the lake with the other warriors, sir!"

"It's too late," Harry said desperately, "I don't know what to do if I don't work on this project -"

"Harry Potter will do this project!" squeaked the elf. "Dobby knew Harry hadn't found the right book, so Dobby found it for him!"

"What?" Harry said in surprise, "But you don't know what the second item is -"

"Dobby knows, sir! Harry Potter must go to the lake to find his Miss Parkinson—"

"Find me what?"

"—Take back his Miss Pansy Parkinson from the mermaid!"

"Pansy?"

"Yes, Miss Parkinson was caught by a mermaid at the bottom of the lake. It was Harry Potter's most beloved thing, sir!" Dobby said sharply, "She disappeared for an hour -"

"—and all hope is lost," Harry recited, glaring at the elf in horror. "It's completely gone. There's no need to appear—what should I do?"

"You must eat this, sir!" the elf squeaked, reaching into his shorts pocket and pulling out a ball that looked like countless slippery, gray-green rat tails. "Just before you hit the water, sir—gillyweed!"

"What's it for?" Harry said, staring at the weed-like mass of gillyweed.

"It allows Harry Potter to breathe underwater, sir!"