Harry palmed his face as he looked towards his best friends—at least, as they were in this Loop. “Hermione, calm down.”
“Calm down!?” she yelled. “You have to get something out of Black Lake for the second contest!”
“Yes, we’ve established that already,” Harry pointed out. “Remember, me telling you what the magic egg said to me in the Prefect’s pool … which now that I say that out loud, makes me question what I might be on.”
Blinking, Hermione growled. “You’re a bloody phoenix-man-thing!”
Harry smiled and flapped his wings lightly. “Really? I need someone to keep me apprised of things like that.”
“Harry!” she pleaded. “You’ve crossed yourself with a creature of fire, and now, they expect you to retrieve something from the depths of a lake in the middle of winter!”
He just snorted. “Hermione, I’ve taken baths and showers; I’m not going to die from getting wet.”
She just stared at him. “You wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just undo whatever you did.”
“… And what?” he asked. “I should go for some mermish DNA this time?”
Eyes wide, she slapped him on the arm. “No! Just go back to being Harry!”
Rolling his eyes, Harry responded. “We’ve been over this; I’m not changing back until I feel like it, tournament or no.”
“Then how do you plan to complete the task?” she asked.
“Heat the water to the point the atoms of hydrogen and oxygen separate and then ignite them into a huge explosion that vaporizes the rest of the lake for daring to take something I covet.”
“… HARRY JAMES POTTER!!!” she yelled out.
“Kidding, Hermione,” he smirked, hands up in mock-surrender.
“But I do have a plan.”
She narrowed her eyes. “The last plan you had resulted in a nesting dragon fawning all over you … and the other three as well, and they weren’t even in the stadium.”
Harry shrugged. It wasn’t like he knew his phoenix-enhanced Parseltongue would be heard outside the stadium.
“This isn’t something stupid like … Flaming the water away?” she asked.
Harry opened his mouth to deny it, and then paused, rubbing his chin. “You know what…”
“NO!” yelled Hermione.
Harry started to sulk. Although, he was definitely saving that for next time.
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“GO!” yelled Bagman.
As the of-age contestants dived into the water, Harry took several deep breaths.
Most people—wizards and non-magicals—both thought that fire could not exist in water.
But this was simply not true, else you could never have such things underwater as welding on oil rigs or even volcanoes. True, the water made such difficult, but not impossible.
FWOOSH!
The spectators simply stared, as they like the judges, had assumed Harry could not simply Flame into the depths of Black Lake.
FWOOSH!
Blinking, they looked once again at the dock, spotting a soaked Fourth Champion … and four hostages.
“Well,” Harry loudly proclaimed, forcing more heat out to warm both him and the hostages, “I’m awake!”
“Calm down!?” she yelled. “You have to get something out of Black Lake for the second contest!”
“Yes, we’ve established that already,” Harry pointed out. “Remember, me telling you what the magic egg said to me in the Prefect’s pool … which now that I say that out loud, makes me question what I might be on.”
Blinking, Hermione growled. “You’re a bloody phoenix-man-thing!”
Harry smiled and flapped his wings lightly. “Really? I need someone to keep me apprised of things like that.”
“Harry!” she pleaded. “You’ve crossed yourself with a creature of fire, and now, they expect you to retrieve something from the depths of a lake in the middle of winter!”
He just snorted. “Hermione, I’ve taken baths and showers; I’m not going to die from getting wet.”
She just stared at him. “You wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just undo whatever you did.”
“… And what?” he asked. “I should go for some mermish DNA this time?”
Eyes wide, she slapped him on the arm. “No! Just go back to being Harry!”
Rolling his eyes, Harry responded. “We’ve been over this; I’m not changing back until I feel like it, tournament or no.”
“Then how do you plan to complete the task?” she asked.
“Heat the water to the point the atoms of hydrogen and oxygen separate and then ignite them into a huge explosion that vaporizes the rest of the lake for daring to take something I covet.”
“… HARRY JAMES POTTER!!!” she yelled out.
“Kidding, Hermione,” he smirked, hands up in mock-surrender.
“But I do have a plan.”
She narrowed her eyes. “The last plan you had resulted in a nesting dragon fawning all over you … and the other three as well, and they weren’t even in the stadium.”
Harry shrugged. It wasn’t like he knew his phoenix-enhanced Parseltongue would be heard outside the stadium.
“This isn’t something stupid like … Flaming the water away?” she asked.
Harry opened his mouth to deny it, and then paused, rubbing his chin. “You know what…”
“NO!” yelled Hermione.
Harry started to sulk. Although, he was definitely saving that for next time.
[br]
“GO!” yelled Bagman.
As the of-age contestants dived into the water, Harry took several deep breaths.
Most people—wizards and non-magicals—both thought that fire could not exist in water.
But this was simply not true, else you could never have such things underwater as welding on oil rigs or even volcanoes. True, the water made such difficult, but not impossible.
FWOOSH!
The spectators simply stared, as they like the judges, had assumed Harry could not simply Flame into the depths of Black Lake.
FWOOSH!
Blinking, they looked once again at the dock, spotting a soaked Fourth Champion … and four hostages.
“Well,” Harry loudly proclaimed, forcing more heat out to warm both him and the hostages, “I’m awake!”