The day before the second event, Tiera stopped her calculations and began to prepare a little bit about the countermeasures for the second event tomorrow.

"Well... what kind of magic is better..." Tiye stretched his hand, summoned the "Necronomicon", flipped through it a little, and stopped on one of the pages——

"Well, that's it."

...

At the same time, Harry found nothing, and he felt as if he was in a nightmare.

He knew very well that even if a miracle happened and he found a suitable spell, it would be difficult to master it overnight—

How could he let things go this far? Why didn't he start delving into the clues provided by the golden egg sooner? Why he deserted in class—

Maybe a teacher once mentioned how to breathe underwater?

The sun was setting outside the window, and he, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the library, eagerly flipping through the spell books. There were stacks of books on the table in front of everyone, and they couldn't see each other. Harry's heart skipped a beat whenever he saw the word "water" in a book, but on closer inspection it was often two pints of water, half a pound of chopped mandrake, and Add a hydra...

"I don't think it's going to work!" Ron's voice came dryly across the table. "Nothing to be found. Nothing to be found. Maybe the scouring spell is closer, scouring ponds, puddles of water. Dry, but you can't have the power to wash the whole lake dry."

"There must be a way," murmured Hermione, moving a candle closer. Her eyes were so tired that she had to get so close, her nose was only an inch from the page, to read the fine print on Ancient Forgotten Magic and Spells. "Harry, maybe we should ask—"

"No!" Harry said stubbornly, "I want to do it alone!"

"Tiella's right!" Harry closed one book, then took out a second, and continued to read, "I can't rely on him all the time! I have to figure it out myself."

"Sigh..." Hermione sighed, no longer persuading, but continued to flip through the next magic book.

"Hey, Harry, and Hermione, and cute little Ronnie!" At this time, two thin, tall and handsome boys suddenly got their heads out from behind the bookshelf--

"What are you two doing here?" Ron asked.

"Looking for you," said George. "Professor McGonagall called you, Ron. And you, Hermione."

?

"What?" Hermione asked, looking surprised.

"We're taking you to her office," Fred said. "I don't know what it is."

"But I think Professor McGonagall's face is quite ugly." George added, "You better be careful."

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, and Harry felt his heart sink. Is Professor McGonagall going to reprimand Ron and Hermione? Maybe she'd noticed they were helping him? He should figure out how to complete the competition by himself!

"We'll meet you in the common room, Harry," Hermione said to Harry, getting up to leave with Ron—they both looked very nervous.

"You can take as many of these books as you can, okay?" Hermione told Harry like a mother.

"Okay, okay," said Harry, uneasy.

When it was eight o'clock, Mrs. Pince turned off all the lights and came over to kick Harry out of the library.

Harry staggered back to the Gryffindor common room with a pile of books in his arms, walked to a table in the corner, and resumed his search. Nothing in The Witcher's Mad Magic... Nothing in A Guide to Medieval Witchcraft... in Selected Eighteenth-Century Spells, Scary Animals from the Deep, and You Don't Know Yourself The abilities that you have, and how you can use them once you understand it, there is not a single word about how to survive underwater.

Crookshanks climbed onto Harry's lap, curled up, snoring sweetly. The people in the common room gradually disappeared. Before leaving, the students wished him good luck tomorrow, with the same cheerful and confident tone as Hagrid. Apparently, they all believed he was going to pull off another stellar performance, just like in the first project. Unable to answer them, Harry nodded, feeling like a golf ball was stuck in his throat.

It was ten minutes to twelve when he and Crookshanks were the only ones left in the lounge. He searched through all the books, and Ron and Hermione hadn't come back.

It's over, he said to himself. You can't do it. You'll have to walk to the lake tomorrow and tell the referee...

He fantasized about explaining to the referee that he couldn't finish the project. He imagined Bagman's eyes wide open, surprised.

Karkaroff bared his yellow teeth and smiled gleefully.

He could almost hear Fleur Delacour's voice: "I've known for a long time...he's too young, he's still a boy."

Seeing Hagrid's dismayed disbelief...

"Harry?" At this time, the door of the Gryffindor common room opened, and Harry responded to the reputation and saw Tiera walking in from the door of the Gryffindor common room——

"Oh, hi, Tierra!" Harry panicked and wanted to put away the books that were spread out in the common room.

"Ugh..." Tiera walked up to Harry and sat cross-legged like Harry did.

"Don't worry, Harry." Tiye stretched his hand and touched Harry's head. "You don't really think I'm not helping you at all, do you?"

"Ti, Tiera?" Harry looked at Tiera in surprise and said, "You, you, do you have a solution?"

"Yeah, but even if you tell me the spell now, I, I can't master it." Harry said with some frustration.

"Hey, don't worry." Tiera said with a smile, "It's not a spell."

Saying ~lightnovelpub.net~ Tiera took out a handful of wet water plants with a fishy smell from her pocket.

"What, what is this?" Harry looked carefully at the water plant in Tiera's hand, then raised his head again, and asked suspiciously.

"Ah..." Tiera let out a helpless sigh and scratched her head——

In fact, Tiera stopped calculating as early as noon, returned to Hogwarts from the library of Desolate Star, and did not use the time converter, but honestly went to the Hogwarts Auditorium as in daily life. Eat in the hall, get ready for a good rest.

After all, the combination of work and rest is the right way.

It's just that Harry, Ron and Hermione were all in the Hogwarts library at the time, so they missed it with Tierra.

But Tiera's leisure time soon ended——

After eating Tierra's lunch, he was called to the office by Professor Barty Moody Jr., and he talked about it, and then Barty Moody Jr stuffed him into the ball of water plants in his hand.

Tiera recognized this mass of water plants at a glance—

It's Gillwort.

Obviously, after Harry himself couldn't do it, Barty Moody Jr. was also anxious and began to find a tool man.