[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

The group of Harry and Mary came on time, and although they didn't gain extra time, fortunately, they didn't spend the rescue time arguing.

After Mary and the others took the lead in making a decision, the other two groups also lost their composure.

"Okay, you come and save me." Cedric was the first to retreat, and then Fleur gritted her teeth and reluctantly went to Moody.

But there was no doubt that Harry and the others were still in the lead, even if it was only 5 minutes, it was extremely precious in such a fierce game.

Harry's rescue went quite smoothly.Mary was right, the gills grass made him as flexible as a natural aquatic animal, and he easily dealt with little monsters like Grindylow one by one.

Soon, he found Mary. She was tied to the stone pillar, and beside them were Cedric and Fleur. Swaying, perhaps because of the reflection of the lake water, their faces were not only bloodless, but even revealed a kind of gray-green.

Harry didn't dare linger, and although Mary said no one would actually die in this match, it certainly wasn't a pleasant experience to be underwater for so long.He found a sharp stone and broke the rope, picked up Mary by the waist, kicked her feet, and left the water.

It was so easy, Harry couldn't even believe it was the second item.

Suddenly, Mary twitched.

Startled, Harry looked down.

Mary's brows were tightly frowned, her complexion was not much better than being tied to the bottom of the lake, but even paler, her eyes moved restlessly, as if trying to wake up, but her eyelids were tightly glued together, and she couldn't open them no matter what. open.Uncomfortably, she opened her mouth slightly to inhale some oxygen, but only spit out a string of air bubbles.

Harry realized immediately that something was wrong.Did I run out of time, so Professor Moody's magic didn't work?

It doesn't matter if it's just the spell that doesn't work, Mary wakes up and puts a head-bubble spell on herself, and there's nothing wrong with that.But here's the problem: she can't seem to wake up.

Harry didn't know if it was something wrong with Professor Moody's spell or if this was part of the second project. He could only swim harder and try to reach the surface as soon as possible.

But the Black Lake is not deep, nor is it shallow.It allows giant octopuses to live freely at the bottom of the water, allows mermaids to build their own villages, and allows Durmstrang's huge ship to sink underwater without even seeing the tallest mast.

No matter how fast you swim, you will never reach the surface of the water in less than 3 minutes.

Holding your breath for 3 minutes is not an easy task for a conscious person, and it is impossible for Mary who is in a coma at the moment.

Soon, within a few tens of seconds, Mary suffered from apnea.

"Mary? Mary!" Harry desperately tried to swim up. He wanted to try Mary's breath, but he held Mary with one hand and paddled desperately with the other. Mary woke up, but no matter what noise he tried to make, he could only spit out a few big bubbles.

Just go faster, go faster...

Still not fast enough, Harry felt Mary's heartbeat gradually weakening, and was so anxious that he was about to cry.I had paddled as hard as I could, but the lake didn't seem any closer.

he must...

"Huh——" took a deep breath, and as soon as she floated to the surface of the water, Mary woke up immediately, took a big gulp of air, but coughed uncontrollably, not to mention the embarrassment.

"It didn't taste very good, I almost thought I was drowning." After a while, she was finally able to speak, with tears in her eyes from coughing, but she still smiled, "Hey, Harry, What did I say, you must—"

Before she could finish speaking, she was hugged immediately.

Harry hugged Mary tightly, trembling slightly.

"...What's wrong?" Some did not know why, but Mary still stretched out her arms to hug Harry, "Are you shaking, Harry, is it too cold? Let's go ashore first."

"Wow." In the stands, all the Hogwarts students—whether they were Gryffindors or Slytherins—started booing in unison.

Mary and Harry didn't feel that their relationship would be supported by other students, and even if they didn't mind the Gryffindor-Slytherin feud, they were the only ones who did.

But unexpectedly, Gryffindor was completely happy to see what happened.

"Well done, Harry!" Fred and George slapped Harry on the back vigorously, "I have long seen them as Slytherin's dislike, and even kidnapped our Gryffindor girl, now you Get the prettiest girl in Slytherin, and that's barely even."

Not only Gryffindor, but even Slytherin, no one blatantly objected-of course, there is no lack of reasons for Mary's own aura.

In fact, the little snakes themselves don't know why they hate Gryffindor. They have never met each other, and they can even chat together before sorting. Just because of the four words of the sorting hat, they become enemies. It's a bit baffling.It can only be explained that this is a Hogwarts tradition, although this tradition is really boring.

Although I am not optimistic about the pairing of Gryffindor and Slytherin, it is impossible to have no envy in my heart. After all, they are still young children, and they also yearn for such a "Romeo and Juliet style" vigorous love. .

Not to mention that article in the Daily Prophet was so touching! (wiping tears)

Whether she really drowned, Mary heard it from Harry later.

"But you didn't time out at all! Harry was back in five or ten minutes!" said Ron.

"That's Professor Moody's spell gone wrong? But how could it be? He's such a good Auror," said Hermione.

"If you are human, you will inevitably miss." Draco said, but his brows were also frowning.

"I think that bastard just wanted to kill me." Mary said sullenly.

"Impossible. You just have a tense relationship, and Snape didn't want to kill Harry." Hermione Timothy argued.

"It's just that Snape didn't get his chance," Harry retorted.

"Why are you bothering with Professor Snape?" Draco said dissatisfiedly.

"Okay!" Hermione yelled, pulling back the topic that had strayed off topic since Snape started, "Aren't we talking about the second item?"

"Yeah." Mary let go of Ron's hair—they almost had a fight because of Snape just now, "So, Harry," she suddenly smiled meaningfully, "how did you The one that helped me float to the surface? Huh?"

"Yeah, how did you do it?" The other three people who quickly grasped what Mary meant also came forward gossiping.

"What's done? Just do it." Harry felt something was wrong with their reaction.

"What's that like?" Draco asked lazily, but there was also a hint of excitement suppressed in his tone.

"That's it! There's nothing to say, I want to go to the toilet!" Harry stood up decisively.

"You just went there 10 minutes ago. Of course, if you have acute cystitis or poor kidney function, I didn't say anything." Mary said.

"..." Harry abruptly turned around and sat back.

"So, what happened under the water?" Mary asked again. She was just teasing casually, but seeing Harry's reaction...

"That is to say, Mary, you were extremely hypoxic, so..." Harry dryly described what happened underwater.

"So..." The four of them stared at him without blinking.

"So I thought it would be great if you could breathe underwater, so I tried the Bubble Head Curse again. I didn't expect it to work, but I didn't expect it to work!" Harry looked excited.

“……………………………………” There was a moment of silence.

"That's it?" Ron asked.

"Otherwise?" Harry looked at them inexplicably, waved his wand, and cast a Bubble Curse on himself, "Now I can use this spell proficiently."

Draco and Ron looked at Harry like they were looking at an idiot.

"If that's the case, then you can just say no, why are you hiding it?" Hermione also had a look of resentment.

"..." The four of you showed such evil (wei) evil (suo) expressions at the same time, who would dare to tell the truth.

"Listen to me, Harry." Mary brushed her hair back and turned Harry's face to face her, "Actually, when someone is found to be hypoxic—I'm talking about me, of course—there's a kind of There is an easier way to supplement her with oxygen than the Bubble Curse."

"W-what?" Harry suddenly realized what Mary was referring to, and stuttered.

Of course Mary didn't answer, she directly told Harry what to do with her actions.

"Oh, Merlin, that's enough." Ron rolled his eyes greatly, "Harry, you want Mary to take the initiative in this kind of thing, although I admit that most of the time she is indeed better than you, but... you say Isn't it?" He said to himself for a long time, Harry was still kissing Mary passionately, and he didn't seem to hear him at all, so he turned his head to seek support from Draco and Hermione.

Those two people were holding hands and smiling at each other, as if they only had each other in their eyes, obviously they didn't listen to Ron's words.

"..." Ron, who had Harry and Mary on the left, and Draco and Hermione on the right, looked around and rolled his eyes even bigger than before.

But in fact Harry did hear some of Ron's words.

Are you not as good as Mr. Mary?He also agonized over this problem all night.

But he wasn't planning to ask Ron or Draco for help.Draco would definitely laugh at himself first, then give some advice that might work for Hermione but not Mary at all, and finally tell Mary "Your boyfriend thinks you're too manly", and Mary will act carefully everywhere A little gentle or weak... But that's not what he wants to see at all, he doesn't want Mary to always accommodate him.

As for asking Ron for help?Let's talk about finding a girlfriend first! ╮(╯_╰)╭

Ron: "..." (‵o′) Convex

There was one other person who might be able to help him, though that person didn't like Slytherins very much.

"You... want to chat alone?" Mary looked at Harry, then at Sirius, "Okay, of course, no problem, Ron and I will wait for you at the Three Broomsticks bar."

When he was about to walk out of the cave where Sirius was hiding, Sirius suddenly called out to Mary: "Flame!"

"What?" Mary turned around.

Sirius looked like he wanted to say something but didn't know how to open his mouth. He scratched his head there for a long time without saying a word.

"..." Mary frowned and waited patiently for a while, "If you want me to buy you a bottle of toilet water to get rid of fleas, just say so."

"..." I really can't talk to this girl!Sirius waved his hand, signaling Mary to go as far away as possible.

"Okay, so Harry, what do you want to tell me?" Sirius sat down, and his complexion looked much better.

"What did you want to tell Mary just now?" Harry asked something else first.

"...It's really nothing." Sirius tried his best to answer casually, "I just thank that girl for bringing me food every day."

"Mary?" Harry's eyes widened. "She didn't tell us. I'm sorry, Sirius, I should have done this for you."

"Girls are always a little more careful than boys." Sirius shrugged. "You don't have to apologize for that, Harry, you're so much like your father that James would never think of doing that. A custard biscuit?" "

"Thank you." I really don't know if this is a compliment.

"And isn't she your girlfriend?"

"Pfft—cough cough!" Harry choked suddenly, "How do you know?"

"It's written in the newspaper." Sirius pointed to the stack of newspapers that are now his mattress. "Although it's obvious that most of them are fake, some truths can be extracted."

"Cough, then... what do you think?"

"It's your choice, Harry. As long as you are mentally prepared, I will not interfere with anything, and she is really sincere to you." Sirius smiled, "Besides, it is useless even if I object. James At that time, Tom had been chasing Lily for seven years..."

"My mother, what kind of person is she?"

"..." Sirius thought for a while, "It's beautiful." He said slowly, "And smart, brave, strong, a typical Gryffindor."

"Is she a strong person?"

"That's not to say, it's far worse than Marie Flamel, but it's very persistent."

"Then what does my father look like in front of my mother?"

"James looks like a fool every time he sees Lily." Sirius smiled. "There have been many ugly times, but fortunately he has a thick skin..."

So, be thick-skinned, eh?Amid all the nonsense, Harry (thought he) hit the point with precision.

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