Harry came to that place again.Dumbledore told him it was just his fantasy, but Harry still called it King's Cross Station.

where it all began,

It is also the place where it ends...

The old headmaster greeted him but disappeared again.Only the scarlet train was left in the smoky station, and the train would not move.It has been standing there quietly, with no sound, no students, and no familiar faces full of enthusiasm.

The man was floating in the air, unattainable, his eyes were full of indifference.

"If I am satisfied, you can take them."

"Don't forget your oath, . . . Potter."

The silver-blue eyes are like two deep swirls, unblinking, full of heat and cold.

"Are you willing to swear by your surname to complete the agreement between me and you?"

"Are you willing to keep your oath and find the successor of the Twelve Warriors?"

"If you fail...are you willing to pay the price?"

In any case, this is actually a good deal.

"I do." Harry woke up from his sleep when he said those words.Biting cold washes over the skin, and a string of air bubbles rush up first.

He held his breath because he had difficulty breathing, and he remembered what happened last night and knew where it was: today is February 2, and he was at the bottom of the Black Lake.

…………

……

The lake water in February is so cold that it hurts like fire.

Ron stuffed gill grass, took off his shoes and socks, and waded into the lake.

Malfoy was one step ahead of him, and the huge fish tail splashed the water as he jumped into the lake, flashed like a streamer, and sank into the dark lake water.

Redhead followed closely behind.

His fingers are connected and webbed.The feet have also become longer, and they are flexible and undulating like duck webs.There are long and narrow slits on both sides of the neck, which are gills that help him breathe in water.

The silver light in front appeared and disappeared, winding like a silver snake under the dark and hazy water.

Ron caught up, keeping pace with Draco.

"Malfoy," he called, silently, a stream of blisters coming from his mouth.

Draco's pale gold head was encased in a giant bubble, and he cast himself a bubble head spell that transformed his legs into silver fishtails.He was wandering at the bottom of the water, spinning his wand in his hand.

"Show me the way!"

The tip of the wand finally stopped in front of a piece of water grass, and with a swipe of both hands, he rushed in like a fish.Grindylow, with slender fingers, tried to catch him, but retreated to the depths of the water after a few attacks.

A melodious singing sounded in my ears:

Come and find your baby,

only one hour...

The two swam faster, and after a while, they saw a large rock in the muddy lake ahead, with many mermaids painted on it, all holding spears, chasing what looked like giant squids. thing.

The singing of the mermaid became clearer and clearer, washing the bodies of the two along with the water waves:

 …Find your darling, don't delay any longer,

lest your things rot here...

Draco and Ron took a closer look, and there were many rough stone dwellings behind the rocks, covered with algae.

There were pale faces looking out of the dark windows.There were bursts of water splashes, and weird mermaids with iron gray skin and dark green hair were swimming around.They smiled maliciously, grinning at Draco and Ron.Like provocation and fear, he fell far behind the two of them, and followed them creakingly all the way to the square of the small mermaid village.

A row of mermaids in front of them were singing in unison, calling for the warriors.Behind them, the huge mermaid statue stands like a hill in the center of the square.Although the carving is rough, it can still be seen as different from the mermaid here.The stone statue has human facial features and a beautiful outline, holding a harpoon in its hand, and only two people are tightly bound on its raised tail.

The rope next to it snapped, leaving only Delacour's sister and an unknown Durmstrang boy.They all seemed to be in a deep sleep, with their heads hanging limply, and a string of bubbles popped out of their mouths from time to time.

Draco and Ron were a little anxious. They rushed up and looked at the broken rope repeatedly.

But at this moment, a hand was on Draco's shoulder.He turned his head and saw that it was Harry smiling at him.

"follow me."

A string of bubbles came out of Harry's mouth. Although he couldn't hear it, he knew what he meant by the shape of his mouth.

Harry, who woke up earlier, also turned himself into a mermaid. Unlike Draco, he also made fish gills for himself.

The turquoise fishtail is as clear as crystal, and the streamlined body line gracefully cuts through the lake.The green-tailed mermaid at the front made a string of fine bubbles, and led the two of them to swim towards the depths of the dark lake.

They rowed past the village of the merfolk, and behind the statue stood a huge rock.A simple painting is engraved on it: a woman stands on a huge shell, surrounded by mermaids, bowing their heads to her.

"Me and Hermione found something interesting."

Bubbles from Harry's wand formed a string of letters, and he led the two of them all the way down.White sand appeared after passing through a swarm of algae.

A long purple snake with the thickness of an arm swam over, its golden snake pupil exuding a strange color.The tail hooked Harry's hand, shaking his head eagerly wanting to express something.

"What about Hermione?"

Ron was busy looking around, but he didn't see his girlfriend.

Harry pointed, beckoning him to swim forward.

Behind the undulating stone piles is obviously a new world.Huge river mussels are swallowing one by one, and the surface of the shells is covered with mottled algae.In the soft fine sand, something was half-buried.It can be vaguely seen that they are some commonly used utensils.

"Someone lived here."

In the huge transparent bubble, Hermione's voice was clearly transmitted in the water.She pointed to the mussels and said, "Someone used these mussels as a bed. I looked around and found this."

She handed over a small box, the contents of which were badly damaged.Combs and stone mirrors can only be identified from their vague shapes... It looks like a woman's cosmetic box from the items.

But soon, this answer was denied.

"... I thought, maybe this is an urn."

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, Ron holding the box was like holding a red-hot iron block.Bumping back and forth, it was so hot that he was in a hurry.

"Don't do stupid things, Ron!" Hermione glared at him threateningly, took the wooden box and pointed to the words on the box and said, "Look here."

Above are two lines of ancient text.

The upper row is adorned with the name of the person, and the lower row records the year of birth and death.

(422-503)

600 years ago...

Harry felt as if someone had grabbed his neck.He held his breath, the contracted soul screaming and neighing.

A suffocating sense of tension flashed across his mind like lightning, implicated his heart, and it hurt hard.

"We don't have much time." Hermione pointed upwards: "Go up quickly."

They don't care about grades, but taking too long will surely lead others to the bottom of the lake.

The four were about to leave, but Oprah, who had been wrapped around Harry's arms, swam out like crazy.It was so fast that it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Now?"

"Go and have a look."

Harry turned around, telling the others his decision with his actions.

Ever since he woke up at the bottom of the lake, he felt a force calling him, tugging at his nerves.Make him scared, make him excited.

Ahead is the unfathomable bottom of the lake, and every place looks like a monster with its huge mouth open.They have stayed in Hogwarts for ten years and are familiar with the name of the Black Lake and the creatures in the Black Lake, but this is the first time they want to peel off the secrets hidden at the bottom of the lake.

Harry knew—it wasn't a coincidence, it was fate.Just like the scene they saw after pushing open the stone door at this moment.

It was a hill protruding from the bottom of the lake, and the mountain had been hollowed out.

Boxes were placed on the uneven stone walls around, engraved with names, birth and death.In the center of the cave, a silver-white wooden box was placed on a small stone platform.The wood has been rotted, but the handwriting is very clear.

This time, everyone can see clearly:

Vivienne, the Lady of the Lake

(489-612)

There is also a line of words engraved below, which is an ancient elf language.Draco's hand rubbed it lightly, he opened his mouth and spit out a series of bubbles: for the king, for the witch god.

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The click rate of the previous chapter was only 47? ! !

Everyone thinks that I have too much brain and don’t want to watch it. If that’s the case, I’ll end it soon QAQ

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