“You said you'd already worked out that egg clue!” said Hermione indignantly.
“Keep your voice down!” said Harry1 crossly. “I just need to - sort of fine-tune it, all right?”
He, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at the very back of the Charms class with a table to themselves. They were supposed to be practicing the opposite of the Summoning Charm today - the Banishing2 Charm. Owing to the potential for nasty accidents when objects kept flying across the room. Professor Flitwick had given each student a stack of cushions on which to practice, the theory being that these wouldn't hurt anyone if they went off target. It was a good theory, but it wasn't working very well. Neville's aim was so poor that he kept accidentally sending much heavier things flying across the room - Professor Flitwick, for instance.
“Just forget the egg for a minute, all right?” Harry hissed3 as Professor Flitwick went whizzing resignedly past them, landing on top of a large cabinet. “I'm trying to tell you about Snape and Moody5.…”
This class was an ideal cover for a private conversation, as everyone was having far too much fun to pay them any attention. Harry had been recounting his adventures of the previous night in whispered installments6 for the last half hour.
“Snape said Moody's searched his office as well?” Ron whispered, his eyes alight with interest as he Banished7 a cushion with a sweep of his wand (it soared into the air and knocked Parvati's hat off). “What…d'you reckon Moody's here to keep an eye on Snape as well as Karkaroff?”
“Well, I dunno if that's what Dumbledore asked him to do, but he's definitely doing it,” said Harry, waving his wand without paying much attention, so that his cushion did an odd sort of belly8 flop9 off the desk. “Moody said Dumbledore only lets Snape stay here because he's giving him a second chance or something.…”
“What?” said Ron, his eyes widening, his next cushion spinning high into the air, ricocheting off the chandelier, and dropping heavily onto Flitwick's desk. “Harry…maybe Moody thinks Snape put your name in the Goblet10 of Fire!”
“Oh Ron,” said Hermione, shaking her head sceptically, “we thought Snape was trying to kill Harry before, and it turned out he was saving Harry's life, remember?”
She Banished a cushion and it flew across the room and landed in the box they were all supposed to be aiming at. Harry looked at Hermione, thinking…it was true that Snape had saved his life once, but the odd thing was, Snape definitely loathed11 him, just as he'd loathed Harry's father when they had been at school together. Snape loved taking points from Harry, and had certainly never missed an opportunity to give him punishments, or even to suggest that he should be suspended from the school.
“I don't care what Moody says,” Hermione went on. “Dumbledore's not stupid. He was right to trust Hagrid and Professor Lupin, even though loads of people wouldn't have given them jobs, so why shouldn't he be right about Snape, even if Snape is a bit -”
“- evil,” said Ron promptly12. “Come on, Hermione, why are all these Dark wizard catchers searching his office, then?”
“Why has Mr. Crouch13 been pretending to be ill?” said Hermione, ignoring Ron. “Its a bit funny, isn't it, that he cant14 manage to come to the Yule Ball, but he can get up here in the middle of the night when he wants to?”
“You just don't like Crouch because of that elf, Winky,” said Ron, sending a cushion soaring into the window.
“You just want to think Snape's up to something,” said Hermione, sending her cushion zooming15 neatly16 into the box.
“I just want to know what Snape did with his first chance, if he's on his second one,” said Harry grimly, and his cushion, to his very great surprise, flew straight across the room and landed neatly on top of Hermione's.
* * * * * *
Obedient to Sirius's wish of hearing about anything odd at Hogwarts, Harry sent him a letter by brown owl17 that night, explaining all about Mr. Crouch breaking into Snape's office, and Moody and Snape's conversation. Then Harry turned his attention in earnest to the most urgent problem facing him: how to survive underwater for an hour on the twenty-fourth of February.
Ron quite liked the idea of using the Summoning Charm again - Harry had explained about Aqua-Lungs, and Ron couldn't see why Harry shouldn't Summon one from the nearest Muggle town. Hermione squashed this plan by pointing out that, in the unlikely event that Harry managed to learn how to operate an Aqua-Lung within the set limit of an hour, he was sure to be disqualified for breaking the International Code of Wizarding Secrecy18 - it was too much to hope that no Muggles would spot an Aqua-Lung zooming across the countryside to Hogwarts.
“Of course, the ideal solution would be for you to Transfigure yourself into a submarine or something,” Hermione said. “If only we'd done human Transfiguration already! But I don't think we start that until sixth year, and it can go badly wrong if you don't know what you're doing.…”
“Yeah, I don't fancy walking around with a periscope19 sticking out of my head,” said Harry. “I s'pose I could always attack someone in front of Moody; he might do it for me.…”
“I don't think he'd let you choose what you wanted to be turned into, though,” said Hermione seriously. “No, I think your best chance is some sort of charm.”
So Harry, thinking that he would soon have had enough of the library to last him a lifetime, buried himself once more among the dusty volumes, looking for any spell that might enable a human to survive without oxygen. However, though he, Ron, and Hermione searched through their lunchtimes, evenings, and whole weekends - though Harry asked Professor McGonagall for a note of permission to use the Restricted Section, and even asked the irritable20, vulture-like librarian. Madam Pince, for help - they found nothing whatsoever21 that would enable Harry to spend an hour underwater and live to tell the tale.
Familiar flutterings of panic were starting to disturb Harry now, and he was finding it difficult to concentrate in class again. The lake, which Harry had always taken for granted as just another feature of the grounds, drew his eyes whenever he was near a classroom window, a great, iron-gray mass of chilly22 water, whose dark and icy depths were starting to seem as distant as the moon.
Just as it had before he faced the Horntail, time was slipping away as though somebody had bewitched the clocks to go extra-fast. There was a week to go before February the twenty-fourth (there was still time)…there were five days to go (he was bound to find something soon)…three days to go (please let me find something…please)…
With two days left. Harry started to go off food again. The only good thing about breakfast on Monday was the return of the brown owl he had sent to Sirius. He pulled off the parchment, unrolled it, and saw the shortest letter Sirius had ever written to him.
Send date of next Hogsmeade weekend by return owl.
Harry turned the parchment over and looked at the back, hoping to see something else, but it was blank.
“Weekend after next,” whispered Hermione, who had read the note over Harry's shoulder. “Here - take my quill23 and send this owl back straight away.”
Harry scribbled24 the dates down on the back of Sirius's letter, tied it onto the brown owl's leg, and watched it take flight again. What had he expected? Advice on how to survive underwater? He had been so intent on telling Sirius all about Snape and Moody he had completely forgotten to mention the egg's clue.
“What's he want to know about the next Hogsmeade weekend for?” said Ron.
“Dunno,” said Harry dully. The momentary25 happiness that had flared26 inside him at the sight of the owl had died. “Come on…Care of Magical Creatures.”
Whether Hagrid was trying to make up for the Blast-Ended Skrewts, or because there were now only two skrewts left, or because he was trying to prove he could do anything that Professor Grubbly-Plank could. Harry didnt know, but Hagrid had been continuing her lessons on unicorns27 ever since he'd returned to work. It turned out that Hagrid knew quite as much about unicorns as he did about monsters, though it was clear that he found their lack of poisonous fangs29 disappointing.
Today he had managed to capture two unicorn28 foals. Unlike full-grown unicorns, they were pure gold. Parvati and Lavender went into transports of delight at the sight of them, and even Pansy Parkinson had to work hard to conceal30 how much she liked them.
“Easier ter spot than the adults,” Hagrid told the class. “They turn silver when they're abou’ two years old, an’ they grow horns at aroun four. Don’ go pure white till they're full grown, ‘round about seven. They're a bit more trustin’ when they're babies…don’ mind boys so much.…C'mon, move in a bit, yeh can pat ‘em if yeh want…give ‘em a few o’ these sugar lumps.…
“You okay. Harry?” Hagrid muttered, moving aside slightly, while most of the others swarmed31 around the baby unicorns.
“Yeah,” said Harry. “Jus’ nervous, eh?” said Hagrid.
“Bit,” said Harry.
“Harry,” said Hagrid, clapping a massive hand on his shoulder, so that Harry's knees buckled32 under its weight, “I'd've bin4 worried before I saw yeh take on tha Horntail, but I know now yeh can do anythin’ yeh set yer mind ter. I'm not worried at all. Yeh're goin ter be fine. Got yer clue worked out, haven’ yeh?”
Harry nodded, but even as he did so, an insane urge to confess that he didn't have any idea how to survive at the bottom of the lake for an hour came over him. He looked up at Hagrid - perhaps he had to go into the lake sometimes, to deal with the creatures in it? He looked after everything else on the grounds, after all -
“Yeh're goin’ ter win,” Hagrid growled33, patting Harry's shoulder again, so that Harry actually felt himself sink a couple of inches into the soft ground. “I know it. I can feel it. Yeh're goin’ ter win, Harry.”
Harry just couldn't bring himself to wipe the happy, confident smile off Hagrid's face. Pretending he was interested in the young unicorns, he forced a smile in return, and moved forward to pat them with the others.
* * * * * *
By the evening before the second task. Harry felt as though he were trapped in a nightmare. He was fully34 aware that even if, by some miracle, he managed to find a suitable spell, he'd have a real job mastering it overnight. How could he have let this happen? Why hadn't he got to work on the egg's clue sooner? Why had he ever let his mind wander in class - what if a teacher had once mentioned how to breathe underwater?
He sat with Hermione and Ron in the library as the sun set outside, tearing feverishly35 through page after page of spells, hidden from one another by the massive piles of books on the desk in front of each of them. Harry's heart gave a huge leap every time he saw the word “water” on a page, but more often than not it was merely “Take two pints36 of water, half a pound of shredded37 mandrake leaves, and a newt…”
“I don't reckon it can be done,” said Ron's voice flatly from the other side of the table. “There's nothing. Nothing. Closest was that thing to dry up puddles38 and ponds, that Drought Charm, but that was nowhere near powerful enough to drain the lake.”
“There must be something,” Hermione muttered, moving a candle closer to her. Her eyes were so tired she was poring over the tiny print of Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes with her nose about an inch from the page. “They'd never have set a task that was undoable.”
“They have,” said Ron. “Harry, just go down to the lake tomorrow, right, stick your head in, yell at the merpeople to give back whatever they've nicked, and see if they chuck it out. Best you can do, mate.”
“There's a way of doing it!” Hermione said crossly. “There just has to be!”
She seemed to be taking the library's lack of useful information on the subject as a personal insult; it had never failed her before.
“I know what I should have done,” said Harry, resting, face-down, on Saucy39 Tricks for Tricky40 Sorts. “I should've learned to be an Animagus like Sirius.”
An Animagus was a wizard who could transform into an animal.
“Yeah, you could've turned into a goldfish any time you wanted!” said Ron.
“Or a frog,” yawned Harry. He was exhausted41. “It takes years to become an Animagus, and then you have to register yourself and everything,” said Hermione vaguely42, now squinting43 down the index of Weird44 Wizarding Dilemmas45 and Their Solutions. “Professor McGonagall told us, remember…you've got to register yourself with the Improper46 Use of Magic Office…what animal you become, and your markings, so you can't abuse it…”
“…Hermione, I was joking,” said Harry wearily. “I know I haven't got a chance of turning into a frog by tomorrow morning.…”
“Oh this is no use,” Hermione said, snapping shut Weird Wizarding Dilemmas. “Who on earth wants to make their nose hair grow into ringlets?”
“I wouldn't mind,” said Fred Weasley's voice. “Be a talking point, wouldn't it?”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked up. Fred and George had just emerged from behind some bookshelves.
“What're you two doing here?” Ron asked.
“Looking for you,” said George. “McGonagall wants you, Ron. And you, Hermione.”
“Why?” said Hermione, looking surprised.
“Dunno…she was looking a bit grim, though,” said Fred.
“We're supposed to take you down to her office,” said George.
Ron and Hermione stared at Harry, who felt his stomach drop. Was Professor McGonagall about to tell Ron and Hermione off? Perhaps she'd noticed how much they were helping47 him, when he ought to be working out how to do the task alone?
“We'll meet you back in the common room,” Hermione told Harry as she got up to go with Ron - both of them looked very anxious. “Bring as many of these books as you can, okay?”
“Right,” said Harry uneasily.
By eight o'clock. Madam Pince had extinguished all the lamps and came to chivvy Harry out of the library. Staggering under the weight of as many books as he could carry, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, pulled a table into a corner, and continued to search. There was nothing in Madcap Magic for Wacky Warlocks…nothing in A Guide to Medieval Sorcery…not one mention of underwater exploits in An Anthology of Eighteenth-Century Charms, or in Dreadful Denizens48 of the Deep, or Powers You Never Knew You Had and What to Do with Them Now You've Wised Up.
Crookshanks crawled into Harry's lap and curled up, purring deeply. The common room emptied slowly around Harry. People kept wishing him luck for the next morning in cheery, confident voices like Hagrid's, all of them apparently49 convinced that he was about to pull off another stunning50 performance like the one he had managed in the first task. Harry couldn't answer them, he just nodded, feeling as though there were a golfball stuck in his throat. By ten to midnight, he was alone in the room with Crookshanks. He had searched all the remaining books, and Ron and Hermione had not come back.
It's over, he told himself. You can't do it. You'll just have to go down to the lake in the morning and tell the judges.…
He imagined himself explaining that he couldn't do the task. He pictured Bagman's look of round-eyed surprise, Karkaroffs satisfied, yellow-toothed smile. He could almost hear Fleur Delacour saying “I knew it…'e is too young, ‘e is only a little boy.” He saw Malfoy flashing his POTTER STINKS51 badge at the front of the crowd, saw Hagrid's crestfallen52, disbelieving face.…
Forgetting that Crookshanks was on his lap. Harry stood up very suddenly; Crookshanks hissed angrily as he landed on the floor, gave Harry a disgusted look, and stalked away with his bottlebrush tail in the air, but Harry was already hurrying up the spiral staircase to his dormitory.…He would grab the Invisibility Cloak and go back to the library, he'd stay there all night if he had to.…
“Lumos,” Harry whispered fifteen minutes later as he opened the library door.
Wand tip alight, he crept along the bookshelves, pulling down more books - books of hexes and charms, books on merpeople and water monsters, books on famous witches and wizards, on magical inventions, on anything at all that might include one passing reference to underwater survival. He carried them over to a table, then set to work, searching them by the narrow beam of his wand, occasionally checking his watch.…
One in the morning…two in the morning…the only way he could keep going was to tell himself, over and over again, next book…in the next one…the next one…
* * * * * *
The mermaid53 in the painting in the prefects’ bathroom was laughing. Harry was bobbing like a cork54 in bubbly water next to her rock, while she held his Firebolt over his head.
“Come and get it!” she giggled55 maliciously56. “Come on, jump!”
“I can't,” Harry panted, snatching at the Firebolt, and struggling not to sink. “Give it to me!”
But she just poked58 him painfully in the side with the end of the broomstick, laughing at him.
“That hurts - get off - ouch -”
“Harry Potter must wake up, sir!”
“Dobby must poke57 Harry Potter, sir, he must wake up!”
Harry opened his eyes. He was still in the library; the Invisibility Cloak had slipped off his head as he'd slept, and the side of his face was stuck to the pages of Where There's a Wand, There's a Way. He sat up, straightening his glasses, blinking in the bright daylight.
“Harry Potter needs to hurry!” squeaked60 Dobby. “The second task starts in ten minutes, and Harry Potter -”
“Ten minutes?” Harry croaked61. “Ten - ten minutes?”
He looked down at his watch. Dobby was right. It was twenty past nine. A large, dead weight seemed to fall through Harry's chest into his stomach.
“Hurry, Harry Potter!” squeaked Dobby, plucking at Harry's sleeve. “You is supposed to be down by the lake with the other champions, sir!”
“It's too late, Dobby,” Harry said hopelessly. “I'm not doing the task, I don't know how -”
“Harry Potter will do the task!” squeaked the elf. “Dobby knew Harry had not found the right book, so Dobby did it for him!”
“What?” said Harry. “But you don't know what the second task is -”
“Dobby knows, sir! Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy -”
“Find my what?”
“- and take his Wheezy back from the merpeople!”
“What's a Wheezy?”
“Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy-Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!”
Dobby plucked at the shrunken maroon62 sweater he was now wearing over his shorts.
“What?” Harry gasped63. “They've got…they've got Ron?”
“The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!” squeaked Dobby. “'But past an hour-‘”
“- ‘the prospect's black,'” Harry recited, staring, horror-struck, at the elf. “'Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.’ Dobby - what've I got to do?”
“You has to eat this, sir!” squeaked the elf, and he put his hand in the pocket of his shorts and drew out a ball of what looked like slimy, grayish-green rat tails. “Right before you go into the lake, sir - gillyweed!”
“What's it do?” said Harry, staring at the gillyweed.
“It will make Harry Potter breathe underwater, sir!”
“Dobby,” said Harry frantically64, “listen - are you sure about this?”
He couldn't quite forget that the last time Dobby had tried to “help” him, he had ended up with no bones in his right arm.
“Dobby is quite sure, sir!” said the elf earnestly. “Dobby hears things, sir, he is a house-elf, he goes all over the castle as he lights the fires and mops the floors. Dobby heard Professor McGonagall and Professor Moody in the staffroom, talking about the next task.…Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!”
Harry's doubts vanished. Jumping to his feet he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak, stuffed it into his bag, grabbed the gillyweed, and put it into his pocket, then tore out of the library with Dobby at his heels.
“Dobby is supposed to be in the kitchens, sir!” Dobby squealed65 as they burst into the corridor. “Dobby will be missed - good luck, Harry Potter, sir, good luck!”
“See you later, Dobby!” Harry shouted, and he sprinted66 along the corridor and down the stairs, three at a time.
The entrance hall contained a few last-minute stragglers, all leaving the Great Hall after breakfast and heading through the double oak doors to watch the second task. They stared as Harry flashed past, sending Colin and Dennis Creevey flying as he leapt down the stone steps and out onto the bright, chilly grounds.
As he pounded down the lawn he saw that the seats that had encircled the dragons’ enclosure in November were now ranged along the opposite bank, rising in stands that were packed to the bursting point and reflected in the lake below. The excited babble68 of the crowd echoed strangely across the water as Harry ran flat-out around the other side of the lake toward the judges, who were sitting at another gold-draped table at the water's edge. Cedric, Fleur, and Krum were beside the judges’ table, watching Harry sprint67 toward them.
“I'm…here…” Harry panted, skidding69 to a halt in the mud and accidentally splattering Fleur's robes.
“Where have you been?” said a bossy70, disapproving71 voice. “The task's about to start!”
Harry looked around. Percy Weasley was sitting at the judges’ table - Mr. Crouch had failed to turn up again.
“Now, now, Percy!” said Ludo Bagman, who was looking intensely relieved to see Harry. “Let him catch his breath!”
Dumbledore smiled at Harry, but Karkaroff and Madame Maxime didn't look at all pleased to see him.…It was obvious from the looks on their faces that they had thought he wasn't going to turn up.
Harry bent72 over, hands on his knees, gasping73 for breath; he had a stitch in his side that felt as though he had a knife between his ribs74, but there was no time to get rid of it; Ludo Bagman was now moving among the champions, spacing them along the bank at intervals75 of ten feet. Harry was on the very end of the line, next to Krum, who was wearing swimming trunks and was holding his wand ready.
“All right. Harry?” Bagman whispered as he moved Harry a few feet farther away from Krum. “Know what you're going to do?”
“Yeah,” Harry panted, massaging76 his ribs.
Bagman gave Harry's shoulder a quick squeeze and returned to the judges’ table; he pointed77 his wand at his throat as he had done at the World Cup, said, “Sonorus!” and his voice boomed out across the dark water toward the stands.
“Well, all our champions are ready for the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely78 an hour to recover what has been taken from them. On the count of three, then. One…two…three!”
The whistle echoed shrilly79 in the cold, still air; the stands erupted with cheers and applause; without looking to see what the other champions were doing, Harry pulled off his shoes and socks, pulled the handful of gillyweed out of his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and waded80 out into the lake.
It was so cold he felt the skin on his legs searing as though this were fire, not icy water. His sodden81 robes weighed him down as he walked in deeper; now the water was over his knees, and his rapidly numbing82 feet were slipping over silt83 and flat, slimy stones. He was chewing the gillyweed as hard and fast as he could; it felt unpleasantly slimy and rubbery, like octopus84 tentacles85. Waist-deep in the freezing water he stopped, swallowed, and waited for something to happen.
He could hear laughter in the crowd and knew he must look stupid, walking into the lake without showing any sign of magical power. The part of him that was still dry was covered in goose pimples86; half immersed in the icy water, a cruel breeze lifting his hair, Harry started to shiver violently. He avoided looking at the stands; the laughter was becoming louder, and there were catcalls and jeering87 from the Slytherins.…
Then, quite suddenly, Harry felt as though an invisible pillow had been pressed over his mouth and nose. He tried to draw breath, but it made his head spin; his lungs were empty, and he suddenly felt a piercing pain on either side of his neck -
Harry clapped his hands around his throat and felt two large slits88 just below his ears, flapping in the cold air.…He had gills. Without pausing to think, he did the only thing that made sense - he flung himself forward into the water.
The first gulp89 of icy lake water felt like the breath of life. His head had stopped spinning; he took another great gulp of water and felt it pass smoothly90 through his gills, sending oxygen back to his brain. He stretched out his hands in front of him and stared at them. They looked green and ghostly under the water, and they had become webbed. He twisted around and looked at his bare feet - they had become elongated92 and the toes were webbed too: It looked as though he had sprouted93 flippers.
The water didn't feel icy anymore either…on the contrary, he felt pleasantly cool and very light.…Harry struck out once more, marveling at how far and fast his flipper-like feet propelled him through the vater, and noticing how clearly he could see, and how he no longer seemed to need to blink. He had soon swum so far into the lake that he could no longer see the bottom. He flipped94 over and dived into its depths.
Silence pressed upon his ears as he soared over a strange, dark, foggy landscape. He could only see ten feet around him, so that as he sped throuugh the water new scenes seemed to loom95 suddenly out of the incoming darkness: forests of rippling96, tangled97 black weed, wide plains of mud littered with dull, glimmering98 stones. He swam deeper and deeper, out toward the middle of the lake, his eyes wide, staring through the eerily99 gray-lit water around him to the shadow beyond, where the water became opaque100.
Small fish flickered101 past him like silver darts102. Once or twice he thought he saw something larger moving ahead of him, but when he got nearer, he discovered it to be nothing but a large, blackened log, or a dense103 clump104 of weed. There was no sign of any of the other champions, merpeople, Ron - nor, thankfully, the giant squid.
Light green weed stretched ahead of him as far as he could see, two feet deep, like a meadow of very overgrown grass. Harry was staring unblinkingly ahead of him, trying to discern shapes through the gloom…and then, without warning, something grabbed hold of his ankle.
Harry twisted his body around and saw a grindylow, a small, horned water demon105, poking out of the weed, its long fingers clutched tightly around Harry's leg, its pointed fangs bared - Harry stuck his webbed hand quickly inside his robes and fumbled106 for his wand. By the time he had grasped it, two more grindylows had risen out of the weed, had seized handfuls of Harry's robes, and were attempting to drag him down.
“Relashio!” Harry shouted, except that no sound came out.…A large bubble issued from his mouth, and his wand, instead of sending sparks at the grindylows, pelted107 them with what seemed to be a jet of boiling water, for where it struck them, angry red patches appeared on their green skin. Harry pulled his ankle out of the grindylows grip and swam, as fast as he could, occasionally sending more jets of hot water over his shoulder at random108; every now and then he felt one of the grindylows snatch at his foot again, and he kicked out, hard; finally, he felt his foot connect with a horned skull109, and looking back, saw the dazed grindylow floating away, cross-eyed, while its fellows shook their fists at Harry and sank back into the weed.
Harry slowed down a little, slipped his wand back inside his robes, and looked around, listening again. He turned full circle in the water, the silence pressing harder than ever against his eardrums. He knew he must be even deeper in the lake now, but nothing was moving but the rippling weed.
“How are you getting on?”
Harry thought he was having a heart attack. He whipped around and saw Moaning Myrtle floating hazily110 in front of him, gazing at him through her thick, pearly glasses.
“Myrtle!” Harry tried to shout - but once again, nothing came out of his mouth but a very large bubble. Moaning Myrtle actually giggled.
“You want to try over there!” she said, pointing. “I won't come with you.…I don't like them much, they always chase me when I get too close.…”
Harry gave her the thumbs-up to show his thanks and set off once more, careful to swim a bit higher over the weed to avoid any more grindylows that might be lurking111 there.
He swam on for what felt like at least twenty minutes. He was passing over vast expanses of black mud now, which swirled112 murkily113 as he disturbed the water. Then, at long last, he heard a snatch of haunting mersong.
“An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took…”
Harry swam faster and soon saw a large rock emerge out of the muddy water ahead. It had paintings of merpeople on it; they were carrying spears and chasing what looked like the giant squid. Harry swam on past the rock, following the mersong.
“…your time's half gone, so tarry not
Lest what you seek stays here to rot.…”
A cluster of crude stone dwellings114 stained with algae115 loomed116 suddenly out of the gloom on all sides. Here and there at the dark windows, Harry saw faces…faces that bore no resemblance at all to the painting of the mermaid in the prefects’ bathroom.…
The merpeople had grayish skin and long, wild, dark green hair. Their eyes were yellow, as were their broken teeth, and they wore thick ropes of pebbles117 around their necks. They leered at Harry as he swam past; one or two of them emerged from their caves to watch him better, their powerful, silver fish tails beating the water, spears clutched in their hands.
Harry sped on, staring around, and soon the dwellings became more numerous; there were gardens of weed around some of them, and he even saw a pet grindylow tied to a stake outside one door. Merpeople were emerging on all sides now, watching him eagerly, pointing at his webbed hands and gills, talking behind their hands to one another. Harry sped around a corner and a very strange sight met his eyes.
A whole crowd of merpeople was floating in front of the houses that lined what looked like a mer-version of a village square. A choir118 of merpeople was singing in the middle, calling the champions toward them, and behind them rose a crude sort of statue; a gigantic merperson hewn from a boulder119. Four people were bound tightly to the tail of the stone merperson.
Ron was tied between Hermione and Cho Chang. There was also a girl who looked no older than eight, whose clouds of silvery hair made Harry feel sure that she was Fleur Delacour's sister. All four of them appeared to be in a very deep sleep. Their heads were lolling onto their shoulders, and fine streams of bubbles kept issuing from their mouths.
Harry sped toward the hostages, half expecting the merpeople to lower their spears and charge at him, but they did nothing. The ropes of weed tying the hostages to the statue were thick, slimy, and very strong. For a fleeting120 second he thought of the knife Sirius had bought him for Christmas - locked in his trunk in the castle a quarter of a mile away, no use to him whatsoever.
He looked around. Many of the merpeople surrounding them were carrying spears. He swam swiftly toward a seven-foot-tall merman with a long green beard and a choker of shark fangs and tried to mime121 a request to borrow the spear. The merman laughed and shook his head.
“We do not help,” he said in a harsh, croaky voice.
“Come ON!” Harry said fiercely (but only bubbles issued from his mouth), and he tried to pull the spear away from the merman, but the merman yanked it back, still shaking his head and laughing.
Harry swirled around, staring about. Something sharp…anything…
There were rocks littering the lake bottom. He dived and snatched up a particularly jagged one and returned to the statue. He began to hack122 at the ropes binding123 Ron, and after several minutes’ hard work, they broke apart. Ron floated, unconscious, a few inches above the lake bottom, drifting a little in the ebb91 of the water.
Harry looked around. There was no sign of any of the other champions. What were they playing at? Why didn't they hurry up? He turned back to Hermione, raised the jagged rock, and began to hack at her bindings too -
At once, several pairs of strong gray hands seized him. Half a dozen mermen were pulling him away from Hermione, shaking their green-haired heads, and laughing.
“You take your own hostage,” one of them said to him. “Leave the others…”
“No way!” said Harry furiously - but only two large bubbles came out.
Your task is to retrieve124 your own friend…leave the others…”
She's my friend too!” Harry yelled, gesturing toward Hermione, an enormous silver bubble emerging soundlessly from his lips. “And I don't want them to die either!”
Cho's head was on Hermione's shoulder; the small silver-haired girl was ghostly green and pale. Harry struggled to fight off the mermen, but they laughed harder than ever, holding him back. Harry looked wildly around. Where were the other champions? Would he have time to take Ron to the surface and come back down for Hermione and the others? Would he be able to find them again? He looked down at his watch to see how much time was left - it had stopped working.
But then the merpeople around him pointed excitedly over his head. Harry looked up and saw Cedric swimming toward them. There was an enormous bubble around his head, which made his features look oddly wide and stretched.
“Got lost!” he mouthed, looking panic-stricken. “Fleur and Krum're coming now!”
Feeling enormously relieved, Harry watched Cedric pull a knife out of his pocket and cut Cho free. He pulled her upward and out of sight.
Harry looked around, waiting. Where were Fleur and Krum? Time was getting short, and according to the song, the hostages would be lost after an hour.…
The merpeople started screeching125 animatedly126. Those holding Harry loosened their grip, staring behind them. Harry turned and saw something monstrous127 cutting through the water toward them: a human body in swimming trunks with the head of a shark.…It was Krum. He appeared to have transfigured himself - but badly.
The shark-man swam straight to Hermione and began snapping and biting at her ropes; the trouble was that Krum's new teeth were positioned very awkwardly for biting anything smaller than a dolphin, and Harry was quite sure that if Krum wasn't careful, he was going to rip Hermione in half. Darting128 forward. Harry hit Krum hard on the shoulder and held up the jagged stone. Krum seized it and began to cut Hermione free. Within seconds, he had done it; he grabbed Hermione around the waist, and without a backward glance, began to rise rapidly with her toward the surface.
Now what? Harry thought desperately129. If he could be sure that Fleur was coming.…But still no sign. There was nothing to be done except…
He snatched up the stone, which Krum had dropped, but the mermen now closed in around Ron and the little girl, shaking their heads at him. Harry pulled out his wand.
“Get out of the way!”
Only bubbles flew out of his mouth, but he had the distinct impression that the mermen had understood him, because they suddenly stopped laughing. Their yellowish eyes were fixed130 upon Harry's wand, and they looked scared. There might be a lot more of them than there were of him, but Harry could tell, by the looks on their faces, that they knew no more magic than the giant squid did.
“You've got until three!” Harry shouted; a great stream of bubbles burst from him, but he held up three fingers to make sure they got the message. “One…” (he put down a finger) “two…"(he put down a second one) -
They scattered131. Harry darted132 forward and began to hack at the ropes binding the small girl to the statue, and at last she was free. He seized the little girl around the waist, grabbed the neck of Ron's robes, and kicked off from the bottom.
It was very slow work. He could no longer use his webbed hands to propel himself forward; he worked his flippers furiously, but Ron and Fleur's sister were like potato-filled sacks dragging him back down.…He fixed his eyes skyward, though he knew he must still be very deep, the water above him was so dark.…
Merpeople were rising with him. He could see them swirling133 around him with ease, watching him struggle through the water.…Would they pull him back down to the depths when the time was up? Did they perhaps eat humans? Harry's legs were seizing up with the effort to keep swimming; his shoulders were aching horribly with the effort of dragging Ron and the girl…
He was drawing breath with extreme difficulty. He could feel pain on the sides of his neck again…he was becoming very aware of how wet the water was in his mouth…yet the darkness was definitely thinning now…he could see daylight above him.…
He kicked hard with his flippers and discovered that they were nothing more than feet…water was flooding through his mouth into his lungs…he was starting to feel dizzy, but he knew light and air were only ten feet above him…he had to get there…he had to…
Harry kicked his legs so hard and fast it felt as though his muscles were screaming in protest; his very brain felt waterlogged, he couldn't breathe, he needed oxygen, he had to keep going, he could not stop -
And then he felt his head break the surface of the lake; wonderful, cold, clear air was making his wet face sting; he gulped134 it down, feeling as though he had never breathed properly before, and, panting, pulled Ron and the little girl up with him. All around him, wild, green-haired heads were emerging out of the water with him, but they were smiling at him.
The crowd in the stands was making a great deal of noise; shouting and screaming, they all seemed to be on their feet; Harry had the impression they thought that Ron and the little girl might be dead, but they were wrong…both of them had opened their eyes; the girl looked scared and confused, but Ron merely expelled a great spout135 of water, blinked in the bright light, turned to Harry, and said, “Wet, this, isn't it?” Then he spotted136 Fleur's sister. “What did you bring her for?”
“Fleur didn't turn up, I couldn't leave her,” Harry panted.
“Harry, you prat,” said Ron, “you didn't take that song thing seriously, did you? Dumbledore wouldn't have let any of us drown!”
“The song said -”
“It was only to make sure you got back inside the time limit!” said Ron. “I hope you didn't waste time down there acting137 the hero!”
Harry felt both stupid and annoyed. It was all very well for Ron; he'd been asleep, he hadn't felt how eerie138 it was down in the lake, surrounded by spear-carrying merpeople who'd looked more than capable of murder.
“C'mon,” Harry said shortly, “help me with her, I don't think she can swim very well.”
They pulled Fleur's sister through the water, back toward the bank where the judges stood watching, twenty merpeople accompanying them like a guard of honor, singing their horrible screechy139 songs.
Harry could see Madam Pomfrey fussing over Hermione, Krum, Cedric, and Cho, all of whom were wrapped in thick blankets.
Dumbledore and Ludo Bagman stood beaming at Harry and Ron from the bank as they swam nearer, but Percy, who looked very white and somehow much younger than usual, came splashing out to meet them. Meanwhile Madame Maxime was trying to restrain Fleur Delacour, who was quite hysterical140, fighting tooth and nail to return to the water.
“Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Is she alive? Is she ‘urt?”
“She's fine!” Harry tried to tell her, but he was so exhausted he could hardly talk, let alone shout.
Percy seized Ron and was dragging him back to the bank ("Gerroff, Percy, I'm all right!"); Dumbledore and Bagman were pulling Harry upright; Fleur had broken free of Madame Maxime and was hugging her sister.
“It was ze grindylows…zey attacked me…oh Gabrielle, I thought…I thought…”
“Come here, you,” said Madam Pomfrey. She seized Harry and pulled him over to Hermione and the others, wrapped him so tightly in a blanket that he felt as though he were in a straitjacket, and forced a measure of very hot potion down his throat. Steam gushed141 out of his ears.
“Harry, well done!” Hermione cried. “You did it, you found out how all by yourself!”
“Well -” said Harry. He would have told her about Dobby, but he had just noticed Karkaroff watching him. He was the only judge who had not left the table; the only judge not showing signs of pleasure and relief that Harry, Ron, and Fleur's sister had got back safely. “Yeah, that's right,” said Harry, raising his voice slightly so that Karkaroff could hear him.
“You haff a water beetle142 in your hair, Herm-own-ninny,” said Krum. Harry had the impression that Krum was drawing her attention back onto himself; perhaps to remind her that he had just rescued her from the lake, but Hermione brushed away the beetle impatiently and said, “You're well outside the time limit, though, Harry.…Did it take you ages to find us?”
“No…I found you okay.…”
Harry's feeling of stupidity was growing. Now he was out of the water, it seemed perfectly143 clear that Dumbledores safety precautions wouldn't have permitted the death of a hostage just because their champion hadn't turned up. Why hadn't he just grabbed Ron and gone? He would have been first back.…Cedric and Krum hadn't wasted time worrying about anyone else; they hadn't taken the mersong seriously.…
Dumbledore was crouching144 at the water's edge, deep in conversation with what seemed to be the chief merperson, a particularly wild and ferocious-looking female. He was making the same sort of screechy noises that the merpeople made when they were above water; clearly, Dumbledore could speak Mermish. Finally he straightened up, turned to his fellow judges, and said, “A conference before we give the marks, I think.”
The judges went into a huddle145. Madam Pomfrey had gone to rescue Ron from Percy's clutches; she led him over to Harry and the others, gave him a blanket and some Pepperup Potion, then went to fetch Fleur and her sister. Fleur had many cuts on her face and arms and her robes were torn, but she didn't seem to care, nor would she allow Madam Pomfrey to clean them.
“Look after Gabrielle,” she told her, and then she turned to Harry. “You saved ‘er,” she said breathlessly. “Even though she was not your ‘ostage.”
“Yeah,” said Harry, who was now heartily146 wishing he'd left all three girls tied to the statue.
Fleur bent down, kissed Harry twice on each cheek (he felt his face burn and wouldn't have been surprised if steam was coming out of his ears again), then said to Ron, “And you too-you ‘elped -”
“Yeah,” said Ron, looking extremely hopeful, “yeah, a bit -”
Fleur swooped147 down on him too and kissed him. Hermione looked simply furious, but just then, Ludo Bagman's magically magnified voice boomed out beside them, making them all jump, and causing the crowd in the stands to go very quiet.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our decision. Merchieftainess Murcus has told us exactly what happened at the bottom of the lake, and we have therefore decided148 to award marks out of fifty for each of the champions, as follows.…
“Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points.”
Applause from the stands.
“I deserved zero,” said Fleur throatily, shaking her magnificent head.
“Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minute outside the time limit of an hour.” Enormous cheers from the Hufflepuffs in the crowd; Harry saw Cho give Cedric a glowing look. “We therefore award him forty-seven points.”
Harry's heart sank. If Cedric had been outside the time limit, he most certainly had been.
“Viktor Krum used an incomplete form of Transfiguration, which was nevertheless effective, and was second to return with his hostage. We award him forty points.”
Karkaroff clapped particularly hard, looking very superior.
“Harry Potter used gillyweed to great effect,” Bagman continued. “He returned last, and well outside the time limit of an hour. However, the Merchieftainess informs us that Mr. Potter was first to reach the hostages, and that the delay in his return was due to his determination to return all hostages to safety, not merely his own.”
Ron and Hermione both gave Harry half-exasperated, half-commiserating looks.
“Most of the judges,” and here, Bagman gave Karkaroff a very nasty look, “feel that this shows moral fiber149 and merits full marks. However…Mr. Potter's score is forty-five points.”
Harry's stomach leapt - he was now tying for first place with Cedric. Ron and Hermione, caught by surprise, stared at Harry, then laughed and started applauding hard with the rest of the crowd.
“There you go. Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren't being thick after all - you were showing moral fiber!”
Fleur was clapping very hard too, but Krum didn't look happy at all. He attempted to engage Hermione in conversation again, but she was too busy cheering Harry to listen.
“The third and final task will take place at dusk on the twenty-fourth of June,” continued Bagman. “The champions will be notified of what is coming precisely one month beforehand. Thank you all for your support of the champions.”
It was over. Harry thought dazedly150, as Madam Pomfrey began herding151 the champions and hostages back to the castle to get into dry clothes…it was over, he had got through…he didn't have to worry about anything now until June the twenty-fourth….
Next time he was in Hogsmeade, Harry decided as he walked back up the stone steps into the castle, he was going to buy Dobby a pair of socks for every day of the year.
“你不是说你已经找到蛋里的线索了吗？”荷米恩生气地说。
“小声点，我是说我需要再研究一下。”哈利也生气了。
这节课是魔法练习。弗利威克教授给每个学生发了一个坐垫，训练他们躲闪飞来物体的技术。可整节课都被学生们用来说闲话了。
“为什么莫迪要监视史纳皮呢？”罗恩问道。
“我不知道是否丹伯多真的交待莫迪这么做，莫迪说校长让史纳皮留下来是为了给他第二个机会。”哈利说。
“什么？也许莫迪以为史纳皮把你列入火杯名单了。”
“罗恩，”荷米恩怀疑地摇着头说，“我们原来以为史纳皮想杀了哈利，可到头来反而救了他。”
史纳皮倒是真的救过他一次。可问题在于他厌恶哈利，只要一有机会，他就会扣哈利的分，惩罚他，或者去建议把他开除出校。
“我相信莫迪说的。”荷米思说，“校长又不是笨蛋，他信任哈格力和露平。事实证明他这么做是对的，既然如此，为什么不能说他对史纳皮的信任也是对的呢？”
“那为什么这些人搜他办公室呢？”罗恩反驳道。
“你只不过想说明史纳皮在搞鬼。”荷米恩说。
“我想知道史纳皮在他的第一次机会里干了什么，以至他现在有第二次机会。”罗恩又说，把坐垫飞起来，差点落在荷米恩的头上。
为了让西里斯知道霍格瓦彻发生的一切，哈利给他写了一封信，告诉他莫迪和史纳皮的对话，克劳斯半夜潜进史纳皮的办公室。然后他把信系在那只灰色猫头鹰脚上，让它送去了。
现在，哈利发现越来越难集中精神学习了。他的目光老是被窗外的景色吸引。眨眼间，离二月二十四日只剩一个星期了，然后只剩五天，四天，三天……
当只剩下两天时，那只猫头鹰回来了，脚上同样系着一张纸。
哈利解下来，只见西里斯在上面写着：再给我送些霍格瓦彻的下周末活动资料。
哈利把资料写在那张纸的空白处，系好后，看着猫头鹰飞驰而去。
“他为什么想知道那些资料呢？”罗恩问道。
“我也不知道。”哈利说，“好了，上课吧。”
哈格力又重新教他们了。显然，他对独角兽的认识比对精灵的还要多，今天他捉到了两只全身金黄的小独角兽。
“到它们两岁时，全身就会变成银白色，然后就会长出四只角，现在，孩子们，过来摸摸它们吧，小独角兽很容易相信别人，别怕，过来吧……对，给它一块方糖。”
哈利走过去，摸了一下独角兽。
“有点紧张是吗？”哈格力问道。
“是的，有一点儿。”哈利说。
“我之前很担心你的，但我现在知道你都能应付过来。所以我对你很放心。怎么样，你已经找到那只蛋的线索了，是吗？”
哈利摇摇头。心里马上想起自己还不知道如何在水底里呼吸的事。他发愁了。哈利抬头望着哈格力，心想也许他知道该怎么办。
“你会赢的，”哈格力拍着哈利的肩膀说，“我能感觉到。”
看着哈格力一脸自信的笑，哈利实在不忍心去碰碎它。他只好勉强地笑了笑。
要开始第二个任务的前夕，哈利觉得他简直是陷入了一场恶梦。他想即使真的有奇迹出现，一夜之间让他找到能使他在水底呼吸的咒语，他还得花时间去背熟它。怎么办呢？哈利开始后悔上课不专心了，说不定老师曾经讲过这么一条咒语呢。
三个伙伴在图书馆里一页一页查找咒语。凡是有关水的咒语都不被放过。可是翻来翻去，最终还是没有找到是有用的一条。
“哈利，明天尽管去湖里吧，把头伸进水里，对着人鱼大声喊，叫他们把偷去的东西吐出来。这是最好的办法了。”罗恩说。
“你在胡说八道些什么？一定有这么一条咒语的。”荷米恩生气地说。
“也许你应该变成金鱼或青蛙。这样问题不就解决了吗？”罗恩又说。
“没有用的。”荷米恩说。
忽然，书架后面伸出两个头，是弗来德和乔治。
“你俩在这干吗？”罗恩问道。
“找你们啊，”乔治说，“麦康娜教授想见你，罗恩，还有你，荷米恩。”
“什么事吗？”
“我们也不清楚。”
“那好吧，哈利，我们回头在大房间见。”荷米恩和罗恩出去了。他们看起来都有些紧张。
八点，哈利抱着一撂书回到大房间。继续查找，到十点钟时，所有的书都翻完了，可是罗恩和荷米恩还没回来，此时哈利心里乱成一团。他又被上隐身衣，重新回到图书馆，在书架上找着关于著名巫师以及魔法发明的书，一边找一边看表。时间滴滴答答地过去，一点钟，两点钟……
、迷糊中哈利被摇醒了，原来他还在图书馆里，他的隐身衣在他睡觉时滑下来，而一旁多比正在摇他，“哈利，快点，第二个任务十分钟后就开始了。”
“十、十分钟？”哈利沙哑地说。他看一眼手表，上面指着九点五十分。
“哈利·波特，你要和另一个优胜者一起到湖底下去。”
“太晚了，多比，我不去了，我不知道该如何在……”
“哈利·波特必须去。”小精灵说，“多比知道你没找到咒语，所以我帮你找到了。”
“什么？可是你不知道第二个任务是什么。”
“多比知道，哈利要去湖底找罗恩。”
“找什么？”
“你认识罗恩，罗恩就是给多比套头毛衣的人。”
“什么？他们抓走了罗恩？”
“你最想念的东西。”多比说。
“我该怎么办？”
“把这个吃下去，它可以使你在水底下呼吸。”多比说着从口袋里拿出一个红绿色、粘乎乎的小球，“下水后就把它吃了。”
“这是什么？”
“是帮你在水底下呼吸的东西。”多比说。
“你肯定它能行吗？”
“非常肯定，先生，再见吧，先生，我将会在厨房里等你。”
哈利告别了多比，马上朝湖边方向跑去。当他来到湖边上，发现那里坐满了人。塞德里克，芙璐和克伦正坐在裁判旁边。
“我来了。”哈利终于跑到裁判前面，上气不接下气地说。
“你去哪了？比赛就要开始了。”裁判不满地说。
哈利看见伯希。威斯里也坐在裁判席上，他是来代替克劳斯先生的。
所有的参赛者都站成一排，巴格蒙在选手中转了一圈后回到裁判席，随着他一声哨响，哈利马上脱掉鞋袜，掏出小球塞入嘴里，走进水中。一阵刺骨的寒冷从脚底传遍全身。哈利浑身起了疙瘩，他强忍着寒冷继续向水中走去。岸上传来一阵笑声，观众们在笑哈利不像其他参赛者一样用魔法入水。笑声，喝倒彩声灌满了他耳朵。
突然，哈利感到头好像被一块枕头托了起来，肺部仿佛被挖空了，脖子两旁一阵锥心的痛。他用手～摸，发现耳朵下边裂开了两条缝，慢慢地从里边长出了鱼鳍。他不由自主地在水里找起来，奇怪，水现在一点也不冷了。哈利放胆呼吸了一下，水居然顺利从鱼腮里流过来。
水底很静，哈利只能看到周围十尺的地方，除了游来游去的水鱼之外，哈利看不到其他人的踪影。突然，他感到脚被东西缠住了，哈利回头一看，原来是颗巨大的杂草。他极力挣脱然后游走了。
“进行得怎么样？”
哈利向四周看了看，发现米特就在前面。
“米特。”哈利喊道，可是除了嘴里冒出泡泡以外，他什么声音也发不出来。
“我不会跟你一块游到那去的，那些杂草太令人讨厌。”
哈利只好自个儿游了大概二十分钟。忽然，他听到远处有人在唱歌。他游过去，看到一块巨石上，坐着一群人鱼。它们拿着矛在捕捉大鸟贼。当他游过那块石头时，趁机打量了他们一下。这些人鱼的身体都是灰色的，头发墨绿，眼睛则呈黄色，就像他们的烂牙一样，它们一看见哈利游过来，全都不怀好意地瞪着他，还有的人鱼特意从洞穴里出来看个究竟。
哈利继续前行，忽然，一幅神奇的景像出现在他面前，在一片草地上有一幢房子，房子前同样有一群人鱼，它们正围着一座雕像唱歌，而雕像的下边，则绑着四个人。
罗恩被绑在荷米恩和卓。陈中间，另外还有一个女孩，看上去不超过八岁。她那浓密的银头发使哈利一下子就断定这是芙璐·迪来高的妹妹，四个人似乎都睡着了，嘴里不断吐着泡。哈利游到雕像前想要解开罗恩身上的绳子。但那用杂草拧成的绳又粗又坚韧，哈利看了看周围的人鱼，他游到一个长胡子的人鱼面前向他借矛。
“不行，我们不会帮你的。”他用沙哑的声音生硬地说。
哈利只好在草丛里找些锋利的东西。终于被他找到块有棱角的石头。他马上朝罗恩游过去，用石头割开绳子，拉着他游到水面上。哈利浮出水面朝四周看了看，还是不见其他参赛者的踪影。来不及多想，他又游回去救荷米恩。当他正要用石头把绳割开时，那些人鱼马上围过来摇着头说：“你已拿走了你的东西，其他的留下。”
“不行！”哈利生气地说，但是吐出的只有几个气泡。
“你的任务是救你自己的朋友，把其他的留下。”
“不，她也是我的朋友，我不要他们死去。”哈利嘴里吐出一串气泡。
早的头搭在荷米恩的肩膀上，她的脸此时已发青了。哈利想看看表，却发现它停了。根据那首歌，过了一个小时，就什么都不复存在。他心里急得要命，为什么其他参赛者还不出现呢？
就在这时，人鱼们兴奋地叫起来，只见头顶上有气泡冒出来，哈利定晴一看，是塞德里克。
“迷路了。”塞德里克的嘴嚼着说，接着，克伦也来了。他们两人救走了荷米恩和卓。陈。
“现在怎么办？”哈利绝望地想。芙璐还不来，那小女孩可就危险了，他又拿起那块石头，但人鱼们已经知道他想干什么，都围过来摇头。
哈利拿出魔杖说：“让开。”
人鱼们似乎有点害怕，纷纷退下去。哈利赶紧割掉绳把那小女孩解下来，再把她绑在自己腰里，然后拼命地往上游。人鱼们也跟着他，哈利心里很害怕，它们会把他拖下去吗？它们会吃人吗？他的腿不停地游动，两只肩膀由于托着罗恩，渐渐地痛起来了。越往上，他就游得越辛苦。脖子开始痛了，他感到口、鼻子全都被难受，身体又感到刺骨的冰冷。坚持，坚持，就快到水面了。哈利脑海一片空白，只顽强地朝着光明游上去。
终于，他的头露出了水面。岸上的人都欢呼起来。比时，罗思和那个小女孩睁开了眼睛。小女孩一脸的迷惑，而罗恩则吐出一大滩水，他对哈利说：“你为什么把她也带上来了？”
“英潞没有来，我不能扔下她。”
他们两个一起把她推上了岸。哈利看见克伦，塞德里克和卓。
陈都披上毯子了，丹伯多和露得。巴格蒙站在那里朝他微笑。芙璐则在歇斯底里地喊着要重新到湖里去。
“盖布丽！盖布丽！她还活着吗？她还好吗？”
“她很好。”哈利想告诉她，但他已经疲惫得一句话也说不出来了。
伯希扶起罗恩，丹伯多和巴格蒙拉起哈利；芙珊刚跑过去抱起她妹妹。
“你过来。”波姆弗雷夫人说。她把哈利拉到荷米恩和其他人跟前，用毯子紧紧地把他裹住，倒给他一杯魔幻剂让他喝下去。
“有只水虫在你头上。”克伦对荷米恩说。
哈利知道克伦只想吸引荷米恩的注意力，提醒她是他救了她，但荷米恩只是不耐烦把水虫弹开，继续对哈利说，“你超了很多时间，难道你找了很久才找到我们吗？”
“不是，我很快就找到你了……”
丹伯多正在和人鱼首领——一个看上去很粗野的雌性人鱼说话，他懂人鱼的语言。最后，他转过身对其他裁判说：“评分前我们得先开个会。”
裁判们围成一团。波姆弗雷夫人又把罗恩带到哈利身边同样用毯子把他裹住。芙璐走到哈利跟前感激地说：“你救了她，虽然她不是你的朋友。”她弯下身子吻了哈利的脸颊，然后转向罗恩说，“还有你，你也帮了大忙。”她又吻了他。
“女士们，先生们，我们经过讨论，已经给每一位参赛者评了分，现在由我宣布他们的分数。”校长站起来说。
“芙璐·迪来高小姐虽然很好地利用了泡沫咒语，但在游向目标的过程遭到塞德里克。迪格瑞的攻击，最后没能救出人质，我们给她二十五分。
塞德里克。迪格瑞先生是第一个救出人质的人，虽然超了一分钟时间。我们给他四十七分。
维特。克伦先生是第二个救出人质的，他得四十分。
哈利·波特先生是最后上岸的人。但是人鱼首领告诉我们说他是第一个到达人质被绑地方的人，而且他的延迟是因为回去救其他人质，不仅仅为了他自己。所以，我们给他四十五分。“
荷米恩和罗恩欢呼起来，现在哈利拿了第二了。
“第三个任务将在六月二十四日的黄昏开始。”巴格蒙继续说。
我们会提前一个月通知参赛者。谢谢你们的参与，再见。“
第二个任务结束了。波姆弗雷夫人忙着带学生们回城堡换干净的衣服。哈利心想，结束了，他挺过来了，现在他不用再提心吊胆。
当哈利踏上城堡门前阶梯时，他决定每天都给多比买一双袜子。
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