The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Linde had been underwater for a while.

His three fellow hostages were sleeping soundly at the moment, but were about to wake up because the deadline for the game was approaching.

The faces of Ron, Hermione and Qiu Zhang were ugly. They were dying and looked like three dying patients. This was of course disguised to scare the brave people who were saving people.

He chatted a lot with the mermaids here, including Delinriel, but they mainly talked about game strategies.

"The current version still recommends players to learn more skills. This is a snowballing process. The more and more you learn, the more money you get, and you can buy more skills."

The mermaid priest asked very carefully: "I'm stupid, what should I do if I can't learn?"

Linde shook his head, "Don't use this reason to restrain your thirst for knowledge. If you don't want to learn, it's just been delayed by other desires. Appetite, desire to dominate, or other thoughts, these will disappear over time. In the final analysis , the power brought by knowledge belongs to you."

The mermaid priest showed a confused smile. He was actually not stupid, so he was just pretending to be confused.

"I don't want to become very powerful, as long as I can take care of the children in the village. I am already old and not suitable for traveling far away anymore."

Lind stared at him for a while. This mermaid was over sixty years old, which was not old in human terms. For a fish, it was considered a long life, but for him, it was just as short a life as snow falling on the stove. .

But getting old is getting old. Some people get old at the age of twenty and are not buried until they are seventy. This old fish’s idea is understandable.

"Then so be it." Linde nodded gently, "Just go to your good night. You will be peaceful and happy for the rest of your life."

"Thank you." The priest swung his tail happily, like a superstitious person who got a prophecy at a gypsy fortune teller.

The female leader of the fishman village was a little irritated, "Why haven't those children come yet?" She called on her compatriots to sing louder, as the singing would guide them through the dark water.

Linde looked to the side, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "What a useless kid. He can't even defeat the water monster. Don't cry later."

…

To the northwest of the village, a hundred and fifty feet away, Harry and Krum were still chasing and fighting. The friction between them became more and more intense, and now it was a little angry, in the physical sense.

Krum waved his wand and directed a splendid fire snake to run in the deep water.

The fierce fire will not be extinguished by water. The hot steam turns into a roaring gas cavity, causing milky white scales to bloom on the surface of the fire snake. The terrible temperature cooked the passing fish, and they floated to the surface with their bellies turned upside down. Spectators on the lakeside saw hundreds of densely packed dead fish.

"Merlin, will something happen to Harry?"

"I believe Harry, he won't be defeated like this."

"Well done Krum!" This sentence elicited unanimous glares.

Everyone was talking a lot, and among the people watching the excitement, the reporter was the happiest.

Jennifer wrote the article quickly and cast a provocative glance at Lovegood next to her, "Look, this is the big news. Foreign students were discovered using killing spells at Hogwarts, causing heavy losses to the fish in the Black Lake. It will be on the front page of the Daily Prophet tomorrow."

Lovegood sneered: "Tomorrow? Believe me, no one will care about an expired cold meal until tomorrow. In half an hour, wizards from as far away as Europe, North America, and South Africa will see the details of the game." reporting. And now, I’m doing live text.”

He showed the comment area of ​​the live broadcast room of "The Quibbler" public account. It was very popular. Texts in different languages ​​were constantly flooding the screen, and wizards from different countries had all kinds of strange online names.

A netizen named [Pure Descendant] was very angry: It seems that the boy who survived the catastrophe will become a fish in the lake. I hope his body will not give the students nightmares.

A large number of local wizards in the UK took to message boards to criticize this person for his sinister intentions.

There was even a netizen named [Harry's baby's mother] who left a message in the comment area: Durmstrang is a school full of dark wizards, Harry will defeat them, just watch!

The more Jennifer watched, the more frightened she became. New media is so real-time and interactive. This technology was so mature as soon as it was introduced, leaving no time for traditional print media to respond. If this trend continues, her unemployment is inevitable. .

What scares her most is that Hogwarts refuses to let her set up her own public account, which means that she cannot escape from the traditional media industry that is destined to decline.

Having tasted the sweetness of wealth and power, she couldn't let go of this temptation.

Jennifer suppressed her panic and screamed: "Who would want to read such a lifeless article! These cold words have no temptation at all!"

Seeing that the remnant of the old era was still talking arrogantly, and everyone knew that this was a desperate struggle, Mr. Lovegood smiled proudly, but also a little pitifully.

"If the vitality you are talking about is fabricating illusions and distorting facts to numb readers and incite hatred, then this is the saliva of poisonous snakes. I only smell the rancid smell of gold galleons."

Jennifer's chest heaved with anger, and she actually left the table angrily. The newspaper photographer called her twice, then turned to Lovegood and nodded and bowed.

"Does your company still need a photographer?"

"That depends on your internship performance." Lovegood smiled.

…

Karkaroff on the referee's bench stopped talking. No matter how much he favored one another, he couldn't continue to accuse Harry. The current situation was that Krum used destructive magic, while Harry only defended unilaterally. Dem Strong's attempts to defend his own players are untenable.

Dumbledore lowered his eyes and seemed to be dozing off, while Ms. Maxim became even more anxious.

"Furong, Furong, why are you still so slow?"

Under the cold water of the Black Lake, the silver-haired girl heard the mermaid's song.

"There is only one hour to find and take back the items we took... Don't delay any more, the time is already half over..."

Those damn Grindylows are just dog-skin plasters, and they won’t let go.

Her strength was getting weaker and weaker, and the water monsters dragged her hands and feet, pulling her toward the surface.

"Let go! Let go! I still have to save that bastard!"

At this critical moment, several large tentacles stretched out from the darkness, grabbed the Grindylow monsters, and threw them out like baseballs.

The remaining water monsters saw that the situation was bad and ran away quickly. Fleur looked at the approaching squid tentacles in panic until she saw Cedric holding the squid's head.

"Want a ride?" Cedric leaned forward, the wand in his hand glowing fluorescently, like a monkfish's headlamp, but it brought hope.

Fleur was overjoyed and stretched out her hand to grab one of the tentacles. The giant squid gently picked her up, then swung her body and moved quickly towards the mermaid village.

Those Grindylows could only gesture with their fists at the Black Lake overlord angrily, and did not dare to pursue him at all.