Hogwarts Homecoming

Soon, Harry, who had mastered the trick, made a discovery.

The speed of the oak boat is related to the speed at which the magic power is injected into the boat. Normally, when the magic power is absorbed passively, the speed of the boat is only as fast as that of a little wizard jogging. It could be as flexible as an old-fashioned silver arrow broomstick. Of course, the price of doing so was huge. In just half a minute, Harry felt as exhausted as if he had played a fierce Quidditch.

It crashed into a cloud of dark yellow smoke, and everything in front of them was still so barren, because there was misty mist everywhere, they couldn't figure out which direction to run, and they couldn't figure out where their classmates were. where.

"Since it's a racing competition, why don't you point me in the right direction?"

Harry exhaled the slightly foul-smelling mist that he accidentally inhaled into his nasal cavity, and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Maybe it's to increase the difficulty, Harry--" Hermione analyzed rationally,

"You still don't understand Professor Blaine's style, Harry, I can't imagine how many complicated spells would be cast to create such a large swamp in the faculty dormitory, if only to let us understand Xin Kpunk, I don't see the need to do that."

Harry moved his lips. It had to be said that Hermione's views were very accurate and reasonable most of the time.

Withdrawing his slightly stiff palms, the oak boat slid forward for a certain distance relying on inertia. Harry looked at the strangely shaped charred tree, and suddenly frowned.

"Do you feel, Hermione,"

In the empty and silent environment, Harry's voice seemed very ethereal,

"That dead tree, we just passed by it a minute ago, Hermione, are we going to keep going in circles?"

Harry's guess made Hermione raise her eyebrows. Everything here was not recorded in the textbooks, so she couldn't give an accurate answer.

Because Professor Bryan didn't give the direction to go forward, and there was no decent reference in the swamp, the two little wizards just found a direction at random and kept going straight ahead, but there was no outdoor space. They really didn't realize that because of the clouds and smoke that are constantly swimming here and the bad view, people are indeed easy to go around in circles in this situation.

Harry withdrew his palm from the wooden ball, not knowing where he was going, and wasting so much magic that he couldn't bear it.

It was time for the unpleasant brainstorming session again. Harry squatted in the cabin to rest, while Hermione sat opposite him with her legs together, muttering non-stop,

"—Oh, I remember, it was written in some Muggle books that when you lose your way in the wild, you can use the sun or stars to find your way."

Harry immediately looked towards the sky, and then lowered his head listlessly,

"That's right, Hermione, but the problem is that we're in the professor's lounge now, and Professor Blaine obviously won't be kind enough to make a sun or a star out for us."

"I knew there wouldn't be this, Harry,"

Hermione said irritably, she continued to recall those Muggle books related to travel, and chanted,

"The direction of the water flow can also help us"

Harry immediately poked his head out of the ship's side. In the swamp, which was only about half a meter deep, the water surface was as flat as a silver mirror, and there was no trace of the flow at all. A little frustrated, Harry was about to look back, but just as he was about to do something , not far away, under the calm water surface, some strange silver lights attracted his attention.

what is that?

Harry blinked his eyes and thought in confusion, but then, the silver light under the water seemed to sense Harry's gaze, approaching like a boat quickly, and after a few seconds, the silver light approached within thirty feet of the ship's side.

"Sirak fish?"

Hermione's slightly surprised voice caught Harry's attention.

"What's that?" Harry asked curiously, looking at the fish covered in spines.

"A fish that lives in the Atlantic Ocean and has magical properties. There is a small introduction to it in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

Hermione's voice was uncomfortably serious, "Be careful, Harry, they're aggressive. Ouch!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

While Hermione was popularizing science, more than a dozen Chirac fish swimming around the boat leaped out of the water without any warning, standing in midair and spitting out sharp water arrows at them, caught off guard by Harry and Each of Hermione's body was hit a few times, and her skin suddenly turned purple.

Now, they have been puzzled by the reason why Professor Bryan would let the boat have a magic barrier, and the two of them finally figured it out.

"Go and control the rudder, Hermione, we can't stand this kind of force a few times!"

After helping Hermione who fell down, Harry let out a strange cry, and crawled to the stern with both hands and feet, not stingy with his magic power, and pressed his palms firmly on the two wooden balls, arousing the magic power barrier. At the same time, the stationary boat glides quickly.

"But where are we going, Harry!"

The galloping boat crossed a huge and graceful semi-circular arc on the turbulent lake surface, but they still didn't get rid of those glistening silver Shirac fish. They chased after the boat, and the water arrows they spit out struck the white barrier. There were ripples, and this also obviously increased the magic power consumed to maintain the barrier,

"Find any direction,"

The howling wind made Harry's messy hair even more messy, and he roared through gritted teeth,

"Maintaining the barrier and speed at the same time, I'm afraid I won't last long!"

"But--"

For Hermione, this kind of ambiguous instruction was the worst. Her eyes wandered around anxiously, controlling the boat to scurry around in the clouds, eager to see something that could point the way. And at this moment, in the hazy clouds, an orange light cluster that suddenly appeared caught her attention.

At this moment of panic and anxiety, Hermione didn't have time to think too much. Instinctively, she turned the rudder and controlled the boat under her feet to fly towards the swaying ball of light.

The appearance of the Chirac fish was like a signal, and the staff lounge, which was originally filled with oppressive silence, recalled screams of horror and wailing of pain from all directions!

"Don't go there, Hermione!"

Harry, who took the time to turn his head and glance at the direction of the boat, shouted loudly,

"Can't you see, Hermione, Professor Brian wants to use this method to make us panic and lose our composure, and thus be bewitched by Hinkpunk!"

"Oh, maybe you're right—"

Hermione swerved urgently, almost throwing herself and Harry out of the cabin.

"Me, Hermione, you're not very good at this!"

Taking advantage of the inertial drift of the cabin, Harry climbed to the bow in two or three steps, but Hermione didn't try to be brave, and after getting out of the way, she climbed directly to the stern, twisting her beautiful eyebrows, imitating Harry's previous appearance, Two hands were pressed on the two wooden balls on the side of the ship!

"All right."

After avoiding a water arrow with his head sideways, the magic barrier worked again. Harry held the rudder and said with a deep breath,

"Looks like a broomstick on the water, I can handle that. Sit tight, Hermione!"

Facts have proved that as the youngest Quidditch Seeker in a century, Harry is not just in vain. Harry has an outstanding talent in driving fast-moving vehicles. At the same driving speed, Hermione cannot get rid of it. Those chirac fish, but Harry only relied on a few sensitive turns and the sight of the surrounding clouds to obstruct his vision. It didn't take much effort to get the magic fish confused and completely left behind.

But this time, the oak boats of the two of them were already very close to the orange light ball in the clouds that Hermione wanted to approach before, guessing that there might be a Hinkpunk living there, Harry instinctively felt uneasy, he He hurriedly turned the rudder, wanting to stay away from that area, but at this moment, in another direction, a much larger oak ship smashed through the clouds and mist, and suddenly appeared in front of Harry and Hermione .