The Charles Becomes a Wizard

After the Christmas ball, Miss Know-It-All from Gryffindor and Viktor Krum from Durmstrang could often be seen together on campus.

The atmosphere between the Gryffindor trio, who used to always stand together, became visibly strange.

"If you ask me, Miss Know-It-All has finally grown some brains," Draco sneered.

"Maybe he's finally tired of following them around and cleaning up their messes?" Blaise added lazily.

"If you ask me, Miss Granger is a beauty when she dresses up. Not only Viktor Krum, but many people in Hogwarts have a crush on her."

It's just that because Hermione Granger has always been very close to Harry, and coupled with the exaggeration of the Daily Prophet some time ago, many people think that there is some ambiguous feelings between them, so the boys' subtle feelings have not been expressed.

"If she wants to stay in the wizarding world after graduation, her best option is to marry a wizard," Blaise stroked his chin and commented in a condescending manner, "Although it is a bit troublesome to marry into a pure-blood family, I think with her outstanding grades, it will be no problem for her to marry into a slightly better family."

No matter how well they behaved in front of Charles, it was not easy to erase the contempt for Muggles and Muggles that the little snakes had been exposed to since childhood.

In fact, it's not just the little snake. Many young wizards who come from wizard families think this way. Even if they don't say it verbally, they can show it in their actions.

Even Ron Weasley, who was very close to Hermione Granger, had this idea. Otherwise, he would not have conceded that Hermione Granger, who was outstanding in both appearance and academic performance, would not have received any invitations to the dance, and he would not have been so convinced that Viktor Krum just wanted to use Hermione Granger.

This is not something that can be changed overnight, it can only be done slowly.

The days passed, and soon it was time for the second game of the Triwizard Tournament to begin.

The second game is held on the Black Lake. The participating warriors need to dive to the bottom of the Black Lake and find their lost so-called "beloved things" from the bottom of the lake within one hour according to the clues provided in the golden egg.

Several three-story wooden stands were built in the center of the lake. When all the spectators arrived at the stands by boat, the warriors stood on the platform in thin swimsuits. The February wind was bone-chilling, and in just a moment, Harry's lips turned a light blue.

He kept turning his head to look at the crowd, but he never saw the person he wanted to see.

"Harry, are you ready?" Ron Weasley came over and asked.

"Where's Sirius? Why isn't Sirius here?" Harry paced restlessly, "He said he would come to watch my game."

"Sirius asked me to give this to you before he went to the headmaster's office." Ron Weasley stuffed a handful of something slippery into Harry's hand. "It's gillyweed."

"Sirius told me that if you eat him you'll be able to breathe in the lake."

"Eat it..." Harry frowned unconsciously.

"Mr. Potter, please come here, the game is about to start." Professor McGonagall interrupted their conversation and pulled Harry directly to the first row.

"Eat it..." Harry looked at the plant in his hand that looked like countless slippery gray mouse tails, thought of Sirius' instructions, gritted his teeth and swallowed it into his mouth.

The sticky and fishy taste made him feel nauseous. He raised his hand to hold the fence beside him and almost vomited.

"Oh, Scarhead couldn't have been so nervous that he vomited!" Draco, who was wrapped tightly and looking over here with a small telescope in his hand, couldn't help but reveal a gloating expression.

"So, I'm curious about a question." Charles lay on the railing on the second floor and looked down. What he saw was the pitch-black lake water that seemed to have no light at all.

"What's the problem?" Draco put down the telescope and lay down next to Charles.

"In this situation, there is no way to see their specific performance in the game, right?" asked Charles.

"Hmm..." It seems like that.

Ciel turned his head to look at Draco. "So why are we standing here for a whole hour?"

Draco:......

I didn't feel that way before, but now that Ciel said that, it does seem a bit silly.

Just then Filch lit the cannon to mark the start of the game, and the four warriors jumped into the icy lake one after another.

Draco quickly put the thought behind him.

So what if I can’t see the actual performance? This kind of atmosphere is something you can’t normally feel!

Harry fell into the water and struggled in pain. He felt as if his cheeks were cut by a knife. Lack of oxygen and severe pain made him cover his neck with both hands and roll around in the water.

The next second, the suffocating feeling suddenly disappeared.

He reached out his hand blankly to touch the extra gills on his cheeks, then found that transparent webbed feet had grown between his fingers and even the soles of his feet had changed into a different appearance. The novel feeling made him feel happy. He rushed out of the water like a fish, jumped lightly amid the cheers of the crowd, and then sank back into the water.

Harry swam in the dim lake water nimbly, flapping his flippers, and swam deeper into the lake following the faint singing.

He saw Fleur Delacour, who had cast the Bubblehead Charm, being dragged into the water by Grindylow who appeared out of nowhere among the dense aquatic plants, and he instantly became alert.

But what surprised him was that those ferocious Grindylows did not attack him. While passing through the water grass forest, Harry noticed a gray tail flash past his eyes. He calmed himself and quickly chased after it.

"Miss Delacour, the champion of Beauxbatons, has unfortunately been forced to withdraw from the competition. She will no longer be participating in this competition."

Fleur Delacour had just been attacked when old Barty Crouch announced the news to everyone.

When Madame Maxime heard the news, a look of worry appeared on her face. She stared at the lake. After a while, there were some ripples on the lake. Two creatures with gray, hideous and strange faces but long fish tails pushed the unconscious Fleur Delacour out of the water.

Ciel's fingers on the railing trembled, and he turned to look at Draco: "What is that?"