HP sea mermaid

Chapter 31: The Beetle

"Finding the treasure... Is this level a rescue type?" Harry pulled his wet head out of the water, and couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw that everyone else was gasping for breath, and subconsciously pretended to have difficulty breathing. The appearance of oxygen.

Strange...he doesn't look like he's been underwater for a long time...?I just listened to the song...why is it that everyone is holding their breath too much and their faces are blue?

Harry's wandering eyes inadvertently met Triton's focused eyes. He couldn't explain why, but Harry suddenly turned his head to look at Malfoy who was panting like everyone else. Since the beginning of the semester, he found that Triton The empty heart that was avoiding him in every possible way suddenly found relief—in Triton's eyes, his figure appeared again.

"It's really you..." Triton couldn't help reaching out to wipe the water droplets off Harry's face, trying to make his face clearer, "Harry?"

If there is no one else around, maybe Harry has excitedly embraced Triton and kissed him in the dark at this time—cough, but the reality is always skinny, the two of them can only hold each other tightly now hands, absently listening to the others' inferences about the second item.

Draco, who was sitting across from them, looked at Pansy next to him, then at Triton, thinking of the "treasure" in the mermaid's singing, and silently made up his mind.

Not long after, Hermione and their discussion came to an end.It's not that the think tank has already figured out how to let them breathe underwater for an hour (the prototype of the plan is still there), but that the warriors are already tired and paralyzed, and they are lying on the table exhausted.

But before disbanding, the Warriors team had a dispute over the ownership of the golden egg-because they all wanted to be the first to take the golden egg back.

The always resourceful think tanks are useless at this time, because before they contribute their wisdom, they still belong to their own colleges.So the three colleges who fought side by side two hours ago began to argue and go their own way. In the end, Triton, who couldn't stand it anymore, made the decision. Today, Harry, who got the golden egg, took it back to the Gryffindor common room first, and tomorrow he will be the first. Cedric, who entered the stone gate, kept the golden egg, and Draco took it to the Slytherin common room the day after tomorrow.

It is an undoubted fact that the golden egg was obtained by Harry, so even though Cedric and Draco were very reluctant, they still watched a group of Gryffindors leave the cellar happily holding the golden egg.

In fact, Harry was not particularly happy when he looked at Hermione and Ron who were all smiling, because he felt restless at the thought of a person's existence, he thought for a while, and pulled Sirius who was walking beside him happily, " Padfoot?"

"Harry? What's the matter? Are you excited? It's okay. I'll take you to the Gryffindor common room. By the way, I have to apologize to your classmates. I was really sorry last semester Stop——Harry?" Sirius pushed back the black hair in front of his eyes, and looked suspiciously at the preoccupied godson beside him.

"Sirius..." Harry always called Sirius by his first name, but what he was about to say now made him a little embarrassed, "You, you know that reporter from the Daily Prophet, Rita Skye?" Special?"

"Rita Skeeter?" Sirius was taken aback, "What do you ask her for? This person... I heard that she has some skills, and she can often dig out the hidden secrets of many well-known people... Very Have a group of loyal readers."

Harry briefly told Sirius what happened in the tent today, and then asked: "Last time Triton cheated Professor Dumbledore, but the news published in the newspapers were all outdated news from the year before last, Readers didn’t respond very well. She took a photo of me and Triton today, and she will definitely want to get rid of the shame—I don’t care, I can’t see the grassy nature of domestic wizards anymore. But Triton is tired of me... I don't want these messy things to affect him... If one day, Triton and I make headlines together (cough), I hope, it will be when I marry Triton ..."

"Cough——" Sirius choked on his own saliva, coughed several times, and patted Harry's head vigorously, "You boy—you want to be beautiful!"

He pondered for a while, making Harry a little uncomfortable with Sirius showing such a serious expression (Padfoot: ...).

"Don't tell others what I said." Sirius saw that there was no one around him except Harry and the curious Hermione and Ron who surrounded him, so he set an anti-eavesdropping spell before moving on. "If you say that this Rita Skeeter really doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth with a pen in her hand, she is quite proficient in offending people, but she doesn't know that there are some people she can't afford to offend. Not everyone The big people whose privacy she exposed are as good-tempered as Professor Dumbledore and will not do anything-her matter has been filed in the Auror Office for several years, and these big people suspect that Rita Skeeter illegally invaded other people's houses ――Using unknown methods――”

"Is it the invisibility spell?" Ron opened his mouth wide in surprise, and asked rather puzzled.

"Wizards' homes will always have protective spells, how can they be so easy to invade?" Hermione said thoughtfully, "If she prevents others from finding her..."

Harry said nothing.

At first Sirius thought Harry was just worrying, but when the Daily Prophet came out the next day, he lost his temper as soon as he saw the headline.

"Nonsense!" Sirius was so excited that he knocked over his teacup while waving the newspaper, and the hot tea ruined several documents on his desk, "Merlin's lace stockings! Do me a favor, Kingsley!"

"Oh, I might not be very good at housework magic..." The dark-skinned wizard at the table behind him raised his wand slowly, trying to save Sirius' table.

"Damn it, when you were on a mission, you weren't as soft and boneless as you are now! My God, Scrimgeour will kill me—this is the confession of the dark wizard who was just caught yesterday!" Sirius howled dryly, holding The horribly soaked piece of paper was shown to Kingsley plaintively, "Help me restore it to its original state!"

Kingsley Shacklebolt, an ordinary Auror in the Ministry of Magic, is one of the assistants of Sirius, the deputy director of the Auror Office. Like Sirius Black, he belongs to the Order of the Phoenix and is committed to fighting against illegal and criminal dark wizards.

"Of course you should save your energy in normal times..." Kingsley recited a few restoration spells and restored the paper to its original state, "Speaking of which, why are you so angry all of a sudden? What was written in the newspaper?"

Sirius muttered thanks, and threw the newspaper he had crumpled into a ball on Kingsley's desk.

"Oh, Rita Skeeter...an old acquaintance..." Kingsley helped his royal blue hard-brimmed knitted hat on his bald head, squinted his eyes and began to read the newspaper, ""The Savior Harry Potter must not Unspoken Affection Part 14... Oh, it's amazing, but isn't little Harry only [-] years old? Children nowadays are really precocious..."

"It's all her nonsense! Harry is as dedicated as his father, why is he so half-hearted as she wrote?" Sirius said indignantly. The soles of the shoes made a dull knocking sound on the floor, "Harry is right, what can this crazy woman do for newspaper circulation? It's a piece of cake for her to make a fuss about nothing—" "

Kingsley folded the newspaper amusedly. This guy was really eager to teach his children, and Harry would be in a hurry if something happened.He lowered his head and thought for a while, and then said, "A few years ago, when those big figures who were discredited by Skeeter's article came to report the case, they talked about a detail, but no one paid attention to it at the time..."

"What is it?" Sirius asked hastily.

"Many of the 'strange anecdotes' disclosed in the newspapers were actually only talked about in their own homes. For example, Tiberus Ogden, the patriarch of the Wizengamot, preferred to prove that there was absolutely no third person present. Use Veritaserum..." Kingsley touched his bald head, and said leisurely under Sirius' piercing eyes, "I remember when Dawlish asked them if there were any other suspicious people or things around them. A wizard once said that he saw a beetle on the windowsill..."

"Beetles? Isn't it normal to have beetles? Wizards always plant some flowers and plants in their yards, so it's normal to have beetles?" Sirius muttered, trying to figure out what it had to do with beetles.

"Don't you think it's really a coincidence? Beetles, in winter, beetles on the balcony." Kingsley said with a smile, "One was eavesdropped on the conversation without a third person, and there was another one at the scene. Xiaqiu is the beetle that deserves to die; and the other one, you, escaped from Azkaban under heavy guard—”

"You're saying that Rita Skeeter is very likely to be an Animagus! It's possible—that's—a beetle! Thank you so much, Kingsley! I'll treat you to dinner tonight!" Sirius snapped Patting himself on the head, he jumped back to his desk like a rabbit and was about to write a letter to his godson.

Kingsley took a sip of hot tea, smiled and said nothing.

Hogwarts, Gryffindor common room.

Harry took the letter from Hedwig to Ron and Hermione, who were sitting in the fixed armchairs by the fireplace where they usually sat, bypassing many Gryffindors who were toasting him.

After reading the letter, Ron and Hermione had weird expressions.

"There are so many beetles, who's going to know which one is Skeeter?" said Ron.

"No beetles come out in winter, unless it's two meters underground!" Hermione bluntly despised Ron's common sense, "How many beetles have you seen in winter?"

"There are always crazy and sleepless beetles coming out and wandering around? I mean, if there are a lot of beetles, how can we recognize which one is Rita Skeeter?" Ron replied with a guilty conscience when Hermione said this. road.

"Aren't you afraid of beetles as well as spiders?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry interrupted Ron who was about to retort: ​​"Never mind anything else, we have to lure her out first... If we want to get her hooked... then we have to put on a good show—"

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