"Elwyn, Hermione, you guys are here!" Ron sat down and took a piece of bread for himself. He said proudly, "I was just surrounded by Lavender and her friends. They want to know how I can breathe underwater. I can't help it. Girls are like that. I have to let them understand that it's not a simple matter. "
"We don't care about you and Lavender." Hermione said with dissatisfaction. She looked at Ron angrily. "You're too late. The warriors have to gather in front of the castle before eight o 'clock and wait for instructions."
"I know. I can still make it. I'm counting the time!" Ron said nonchalantly. He stuffed the food into his mouth. "By the way, do you know where Harry went? He didn't come back last night. Did Sirius look for him?"
"Of course he's in the lake." Hermione said impatiently.
"Lake?!" Ron was shocked. He asked in surprise, "Why would Harry go there?"
"Don't you understand? The second game requires the warriors to go under the lake to find the most important person to them. The most important person to you is Harry!" Hermione said. She was dissatisfied with Ron's slow reaction. "He's already waiting for you there!"
"Oh my god. I'm going under the lake to save Harry?!" Ron said in a panic. He suddenly became nervous. "No one told me this. I heard the mermaid's song in the golden egg. I thought he was going to find something!"
Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but worry. Harry was waiting for him to save him at the bottom of the lake.
He touched the gill sac grass in his pocket. If he couldn't find Harry in an hour, what should he do?!
When he thought of the lyrics, he would lose him forever. Ron panicked. He wasn't as relaxed as he was just now.
"How can they do this? Harry doesn't have gill sac grass. How can he breathe underwater?!" Ron said uneasily, "I can't find him in an hour. Elwyn, what should I do?"
"I don't know!" said Gabrielle, sipping her milk from her glass.
If she knew what to do, she wouldn't be sitting here worrying!
Hearing her answer, Ron was stunned, as if he did not expect Elwyn to answer like this.
"You just have to do it according to your usual training!" Hermione said quickly, "Eat the Gill Sac Grass by the lake, find Harry in the lake, and bring Harry back. It's that simple."
Knowing the truth, she knew that it was impossible for Ron to succeed. He just had to protect himself.
"Alright, let's go!"
Ron swallowed the food in his mouth and followed Hermione and Gabri out of the castle.
They walked out of the two oak doors and arrived at the cold, sunny field outside.
Walking down the lawn to the lake, they could see the seats that had surrounded the Fire Dragon Field last November. Now, they were lined up on the opposite side of the lake. There were already many people sitting on them, their reflections in the lake below.
They walked around the huge lake and headed there.
The referee's table was in front of the audience, near the lake. It was covered with a golden tablecloth. Dumbledore, Kakarov, Madam Maxim, Foggy, and Ludo Bargmann were already sitting there.
The other teachers and Auror stood beside the referee's table. They would be in charge of maintaining order during the competition.
Ron waved at Lavender, who was in the audience, and then walked over to the referee's table.
Not long ago, he had received a letter from Percy, saying that he would replace Mr. Crouch as the referee.
Ron thought that this was a good thing for him. No matter how bad his performance was, Percy would not give him a low score.
But now, because of the time that Mr. Crouch had disappeared, Percy was under investigation.
Sirius told them that the ministry did not want to publicize Mr. Crouch's disappearance, but they had dragged Percy over and interrogated him about the instructions that Mr. Crouch had sent, as if they thought that these instructions might not have been written by Crouch.
Percy was under a lot of pressure. His career, which had just started, had gone wrong. This was worse than taking his life.
Under such circumstances, he naturally could not go to the Hogwarts to be the referee!
"You're here, Ron!" Ludo Bargmann greeted him with a smile. He took the initiative to replace an Auror and led Ron to the gathering place of the warriors. He whispered, "How is it? Do you know what you're going to do?"
"I just found out!" Ron replied. "I can't believe it."
"Yeah, I can't believe it either!" Bargmann said, then lowered his voice. "Listen, I just found out the location of the merfolk village from Alastor. He went down there yesterday. It's in the northwest. Don't swim anywhere else."
"Thank you!" Ron said in surprise as he looked at Ludo Bargmann.
He already knew where the merfolk village was, but he did not expect Bargmann to help him at this time.
"You're welcome. You know that I want to help you win the competition!" Bargmann said, his voice returning to normal. "Alright, you can go over. The other warriors are waiting there!"
When Ron went over, Cedric, Krum, and Hibiscus Chinensis were already lined up on the shore, ten feet apart from each other.
Ron was the last in line, next to Krum.
Krum was wearing swimming trunks. He had already taken out his wand and was ready to go.
As expected of a world-class pursuer, Krum's physique was really strong. There was still nearly an hour before the competition started, but he was already preparing. Ron hesitated for a moment, but still decided to keep his clothes on.
After a while, Professor Moody wandered over and inspected each warrior, instructing them on some things to take note of.
Then it was Sirius and the Auror. Ron did not understand why they had to inspect them so many times.
Just as he was getting a little impatient, he saw Bargmann stand up from the referee's table. He pointed his wand at his throat, just like in the World Cup, and said, "Loud and clear!"
Thus, his voice was like thunder, sweeping across the dark surface of the lake and reaching the packed stands on the opposite side.
"Everyone, listen up. Our warriors are in position. As soon as I whistle, the second event will begin. They had a whole hour to reclaim what had been taken from them. I'll count to three. One, two, three! "
The sharp whistle echoed in the cold, still air, and the stands erupted into cheers and applause.
Ron did not watch what the other warriors were doing. Like he had practiced before, he took out the gill sac grass from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and waded into the lake. It was really cold. The skin on his legs was burning as if he were on fire.
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