Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 351 Tool Man

The day before the second event, Tierra stopped her calculations and began to make some preparations for the second event the next day.

"Hmm... what kind of magic should I use..." Tie stretched out his hand, summoning the Necronomicon and the R'lyeh Text, flipped through them briefly, and then stopped at one of the pages—

"Well, this is it."

……

Meanwhile, Harry had gained nothing and felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare.

He knew perfectly well that even if a miracle occurred and he discovered a suitable spell, it would be difficult to master it overnight.

How could he have let things come to this? Why didn't he start studying the clues provided by the golden egg sooner? Why was he daydreaming in class—

Perhaps a teacher once mentioned how to breathe underwater?

The sun was gradually setting outside the window. He, Hermione, and Ron sat in the library, anxiously flipping through spellbooks. Each of them had several stacks of books piled on their tables, and they couldn't see each other. Whenever Harry saw the word "water" in a book, his heart would leap, but upon closer inspection, it often described two pints of water, half a pound of chopped mandrake, and a newt…

“I don’t think that will work!” Ron’s dry voice came from the other side of the table. “We won’t find anything. Nothing at all. Maybe the Draining Charm is closer, to drain a pond or a puddle, but you can’t possibly have that much power to drain an entire lake.”

“There must be a way,” Hermione muttered, moving a candle closer. Her eyes were so tired that she had to get very close, her nose almost an inch from the pages, to read the tiny print in *The Forgotten Ancient Magic and Spells*. “Harry, maybe we should ask Ti—”

“No!” Harry said stubbornly, “I want to do it all by myself!”

“Tierra is right!” Harry closed one book, then took out a second one and continued reading. “I can’t always rely on him! I have to solve things myself.”

"Sigh..." Hermione sighed, stopped trying to persuade her, and continued to flip through the next spellbook.

"Hey, Harry, Hermione, and cute little Ronnie!" At that moment, two tall, thin, handsome guys suddenly popped their heads out from behind the bookshelf—

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

“They’re looking for you,” George said. “Professor McGonagall wants to see you, Ron. And you, Hermione.”

"What?" Hermione asked, looking surprised.

“We’re going to take you to her office,” Fred said. “We don’t know the specifics.”

“But Professor McGonagall looks quite grim,” George added. “You’d better be careful.”

Ron and Hermione stared at Harry, and Harry felt a sinking feeling in his heart. Was Professor McGonagall about to reprimand Ron and Hermione? Perhaps she had already noticed that they were helping him? He should figure out how to complete the competition on his own!

“We’ll meet you in the common room, Harry,” Hermione said to Harry, getting up and leaving with Ron—they both looked very nervous.

"Take as many of these books as you can back, okay?" Hermione instructed Harry like a mother hen.

“Okay, fine,” Harry said, feeling uneasy.

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

Harry, carrying a huge stack of books, staggered back to the Gryffindor common room, walked to a table in the corner, and continued his search. Nothing was in *The Mad Magic of the Strange Wizard*… nothing was in *The Guide to Medieval Wizardry*… not a single word about underwater survival was found in *Selected Eighteenth-Century Spells*, *Terrible Creatures of the Deep*, or *You Don't Know the Powers You Have, and How You Use Them Once You Do*.

Crookshanks climbed onto Harry's lap, curled up, and began to snore sweetly. The common room gradually emptied. His classmates wished him good luck tomorrow, their tone as cheerful and confident as Hagrid's. Clearly, they all believed he was going to put on another spectacular performance, just like in the first project. Harry couldn't answer them, so he just nodded, feeling as if a golf ball was stuck in his throat. At ten minutes to twelve, only he and Crookshanks remained in the common room. He searched through all the books; Ron and Hermione still hadn't returned.

"It's over," he told himself. "You can't do it. Tomorrow you'll have to go to the lake and tell the referee..."

He imagined himself explaining to the judges that he couldn't complete the project. He imagined Bagman's eyes widening in surprise.

Karkaroff grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.

He could almost hear Fleur de Lacour's voice: "I knew it all along... he's too young, he's still a boy."

Seeing Hagrid's dismayed and incredulous face...

"Harry?" At that moment, the door to the Gryffindor common room opened, and Harry looked over to see Tyrell walking in.

"Oh, hi, Tyella!" Harry said somewhat hastily, trying to gather up the books that were spread out in the common room.

“Sigh…” Tierra walked up to Harry and sat cross-legged like Harry.

“Don’t worry, Harry.” Thierry said, reaching out to pat Harry’s head. “You don’t really think I’m just going to abandon you like this, do you?”

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

“But, even if you tell me the spell now, I… I still can’t master it,” Harry said, somewhat frustrated.

“Hehe, don’t worry,” Tiera said with a laugh. “It’s not a spell.”

As she spoke, Tiera pulled a clump of wet, fishy-smelling seaweed from her pocket.

"What, what is this?" Harry looked closely at the seaweed in Tyella's hand, then looked up and asked in confusion.

"Sigh..." Tiera sighed helplessly and scratched her head—

In fact, Tyella had stopped calculating at noon and returned to Hogwarts from the library on the desolate planet. Instead of using the Time-Turner again, she went to the Great Hall of Hogwarts for lunch, just like in her daily life, to prepare for a good rest.

After all, a balance between work and rest is the right way.

However, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all in the Hogwarts library at the time, so they missed Tyella.

But Tierra's leisure time came to an end very quickly—

After finishing his lunch in Tierra, he was called to Professor Barty Moody's office, where they chatted about this and that, and then Professor Barty Moody stuffed this clump of seaweed into his hand.

Tiera recognized the clump of seaweed at a glance—

It is gill sac grass.

Clearly, after Harry himself proved incapable, Barty Moody Jr. became anxious and began to find a replacement.

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