Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Impossible, Ron! First, you can’t learn how to operate an Aqua-Lung within the set limit of an hour. It’s quite complicated and you have to go through professional training to use it!” Hermione said, categorically squashing the suggestion, “Second you are sure to be disqualified for breaking the International Code of Wizarding Secrecy … it’s a daydream to hope that no Muggles will spot an Aqua-Lung zooming across the countryside to Hogwarts.”

“What should I do then?” Ron asked ruefully.

“Of course, the ideal solution would be for you to Transfigure yourself into a submarine or something,” Hermione said. “I’ve seen Evan go under the water, and I’ve also checked books on this subject. If only we’d done human Transfiguration already! But I don’t think we start that until sixth year, and it can go badly wrong if you don’t know what you’re doing…”

“Yeah, I don’t fancy walking around with a periscope sticking out of my head.”

“The Bubble-Head Charm is also a good choice, but this is also a sixth year course. Let’s find out. Maybe there’s another way … no … not really … let’s wait till Evan is back and ask him.” Hermione said.

In fact, she also wanted to find a way to venture with Evan under the water instead of staying on the shore. This made Hermione feel useless. She could only wait behind Evan and worry, and she did not like this feeling.

In this way, the three of them came to the library and buried themselves once more among the dusty volumes, looking for any spell that might enable a human to survive without oxygen, but with no successful results.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent a whole day in the library and still found nothing.

They even sought help from the librarian, Madam Pince, and did not receive any valuable answers.

“I don’t reckon it can be done,” said Ron’s voice flatly from the other side of the table. “I’ve already flipped through fifty books. There’s nothing. Nothing. Closest was that thing to dry up puddles and ponds, that Drought Charm, but that was nowhere near powerful enough to drain the lake.”

Harry was also sighing, and he had massive piles of books in front of him, so that he could not see Ron and Hermione.

He and Ron read as fast as they could, quickly browsing the contents of the books.

Harry’s heart gave a huge leap every time he saw the word “water” on a page, but more often than not it was merely “Take two pints of water, half a pound of shredded mandrake leaves, and a newt…”

With a snap, he closed his Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts hard.

“You should have learned to be an Animagus like Evan and Sirius,” said Harry.

He thought that Evan’s research note on the deformation of Animagus in his bag might help Ron.

“Yeah, I could have turned myself into a goldfish any time I wanted!” said Ron excitedly.

“Or a frog,” yawned Harry.

“Stop dreaming. It takes years of continuous learning to become an Animagus.” Hermione said in a serious voice, “even if we help Ron master the necessary knowledge for deformation, there is no way to solve the magic problem. Besides, no one can guarantee that he will become a frog or a goldfish. The transformation process is random … Evan became a black cat.”

“Hermione, we were joking,” said Harry wearily.

“While you have this time, you should look through a few more books.”

“I think we should give up!” said Harry, resting on the table. “We’ll wait for Evan to come back and ask him directly, he’s already able to breathe underwater!”

“His approach doesn’t necessarily apply to Ron. I asked Evan before. We all have no ability to use the spells he said. Our magical power is not enough…” Hermione muttered, reading carefully Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes at hand. The print was so tiny and dense that she had to pore over it with her nose about an inch from the page.

“Magical power again?!” Ron repeated with an eccentric look, thoughtfully

“Magical power is at the foundation of all magic, and nature is the key. Unfortunately, apart from natural growth, it is difficult to improve it,” said Hermione. “Don’t be discouraged, Ron! But I think there must be a way, they’d never have set a task that was undoable.”

In this way, more than two hours passed.

The number of magic books piled up around the three of them continued to increase, and now even Hermione gradually became a little impatient.

She seemed to be taking the library’s lack of useful information on the subject as a personal insult; it had never failed her before.

“It can’t work!” said Ron in despair, putting down his thick magic book. “I’m sick of this place. I don’t want to come back here for the rest of my life. What on earth is Evan doing? Why hasn’t he come back yet?”

“He has something to say to Professor Moody,” said Hermione, closing the magic book at hand.

“But when we had lunch and dinner, we didn’t see them in Professor Moody’s office, and there was no one in there,” said Harry.”That’s strange. Where can they go?”

At this moment, Caresius had left Hogwarts.

When he returned, it was already Barty Crouch Jr., pretending to be Moody.

As for Evan, he, like the three of them, was reading a book of magic that he had found by chance in the Room of Requirement. To be precise, it was a manuscript.

It was written more than six centuries ago, containing many very interesting ideas.

The whole book was about a powerful Dark magic called Apocalypse, which Evan had never seen before.

This magic was a bit like an upgraded version of the Corrosion Curse, which would produce a large pool of toxic black water at the enemy’s feet.

The whole casting process was silent until it was too late for the people trapped in it, because the black water not only contained virulent poison, reducing the mobility of people trapped in it, but also exploded and burned under the control of the caster, forming a huge impact force.

Although the last pages of the book were torn off, the magical knowledge recorded above still fascinated Evan.

Back seven hours ago, Evan had come out of Professor Moody’s office.

Then he went to Dumbledore to have a cordial communication with the headmaster.

Not considering the contest between the two sides in the process of Legilimency and Occlumency, the entire communication process was still harmonious.

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