Soon, Harry got the hang of it and made a discovery.
The speed of the oak boat is related to the speed of instilling magic power into the boat. Normally, when the magic power is passively absorbed, the boat will only move as fast as a little wizard jogging. But if you relax your mind and actively cooperate with the infusion of magic power, the boat will It can be as flexible as an old-fashioned Silver Arrow broomstick. Of course, the cost of doing this is huge. In just half a minute, Harry felt as exhausted as if he had played a fierce Quidditch.
After smashing into a cloud of dark yellow smoke, everything in front of them was still so desolate, because there was misty mist everywhere. They couldn't figure out which direction to run, or where their classmates were. where.
"Since it's a racing competition, why don't you point me in the direction?"
Harry spit out the slightly fishy mist that he accidentally inhaled into his nose, muttering a little dissatisfied.
"Maybe it's to make it more difficult, Harry--" Hermione analyzed rationally,
"Don't you understand Professor Blaine's style? Harry, if you want to create such a large swamp in the staff dormitory, I can't imagine how many complicated spells you have to cast. If it's just to let us understand Xin Punk, I don’t see the need for that.”
Harry moved his lips. It had to be said that Hermione's views were very accurate and reasonable most of the time.
Withdrawing his slightly stiff palm, the oak boat relied on inertia to slide forward for a certain distance. Harry looked at a strangely shaped charred tree in the end, and his brows suddenly frowned.
"Do you feel that, Hermione?"
In the empty and silent environment, Harry's voice seemed very ethereal,
"That dead tree, we seemed to have just passed it a minute ago. Hermione, are we going to keep going in circles?"
Harry's guess made Hermione frown. Everything here was not recorded in the books, so she couldn't give an accurate answer.
Because Professor Brain did not give a direction, and there was no decent reference in the swamp, the two young wizards looked for a random direction and kept driving forward. However, there was no outdoor space. They did not realize that due to their experience, due to the constantly moving clouds and mist and poor visibility, it was indeed easy for people to wander in circles in this situation.
Harry withdrew his palm from the wooden ball. He still couldn't figure out the direction of movement. He couldn't bear to consume magic like this.
It was time for the unpleasant brain-training session again. Harry squatted in the cabin to rest, while Hermione sat opposite him with her legs together, muttering incessantly.
"--Oh, I remember that it was written in some Muggle books that when you are lost in the wild, you can use the sun or stars to identify the direction."
Harry immediately looked at the sky, and then lowered his head listlessly.
"That's good, Hermione, but the problem is that we are in the professor's lounge now, and Professor Blaine obviously won't be considerate enough to make a sun or a star come out for us."
"I knew there wouldn't be this, Harry,"
Hermione said irritably. She continued to recall those Muggle books related to travel and muttered,
"The direction of the water flow can also help us..."
Harry immediately stuck his head out of the side of the ship. He was in the swamp, which was only about half a meter deep. The water surface was as flat as a silver mirror, and there was no flow track at all. Harry was a little frustrated and was about to look back, but just when he was about to do something. , not far away, under the calm water, some strange silver lights attracted his attention.
what is that?
Harry blinked and thought in confusion, but then, the silver light under the water seemed to sense Harry's gaze, and quickly approached like a boat. After a few seconds, these silver lights came within thirty feet of the side of the ship.
"Hirac fish?"
Hermione's slightly surprised voice caught Harry's attention.
"What's that?" Harry asked curiously, looking at the fish whose bodies were covered with fin spines.
"A fish that lives in the Atlantic Ocean and has magical properties. There is a short introduction about it in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them"."
Hermione's voice was unnervingly solemn, "Be careful, Harry, they are offensive... Oh!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
While Hermione was doing a popular science course, a dozen Shirac fish swimming quickly around the boat jumped out of the water without any warning, standing in mid-air and spitting out sharp water arrows at them. Harry and Harry were caught off guard. Each of Hermione's bodies received several blows, and her skin suddenly turned purple.
Now, having been confused as to why Professor Brain would allow the boat to have a magical barrier, the two of them finally figured it out.
"Quickly control the rudder, Hermione, we won't be able to withstand this kind of force for many times!"
After helping Hermione who fell down, Harry let out a weird cry and climbed to the stern of the boat on both hands and feet. He didn't waste his magic power and pressed his palms firmly on the two wooden balls, activating the magic barrier. At the same time, the stationary boat began to glide quickly.
"But where should we go, Harry!"
The speeding boat drew a huge and graceful semicircle on the turbulent lake, but it still did not get rid of those shining silver Shirak fish. They chased behind the boat, spitting out water arrows that hit the white barrier. There were ripples, and this obviously increased the magic power required to maintain the barrier.
"Look in any direction,"
The howling wind made Harry's messy hair even more messy. He gritted his teeth and roared,
"Maintaining barrier and speed at the same time, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long!"
"But--"
For Hermione, this kind of vague instructions was the most critical. She looked around anxiously, controlling the boat to fly back and forth in the clouds, eager to see something that could point the direction. At this moment, a sudden appearance of orange light in the hazy clouds caught her attention.
In this moment of panic and anxiety, Hermione didn't have time to think too much. Instinctively, she turned the rudder and controlled the boat under her feet to fly directly towards the swaying ball of light.
The appearance of the Hirak fish was like a signal, and the staff room that was originally filled with suppressed silence was filled with panic shouts and painful wails from all directions!
"Don't go there, Hermione!"
Harry, who took the time to turn his head and look at the direction of the boat, shouted loudly,
"Can't you see, Hermione, Professor Blaine is trying to use this method to make us panic, lose our composure, and be bewitched by Xinkpunk!"
"Oh, maybe you're right--"
Hermione turned around urgently, almost throwing herself and Harry out of the cabin.
"In my place, Hermione, you're not very good at this!"
Taking advantage of the inertial drift of the cabin, Harry climbed to the bow of the boat in three or two steps. Hermione did not show any weakness. After getting out of the way, she climbed directly to the stern of the boat. She twisted her beautiful eyebrows and imitated Harry's previous appearance. Two hands pressed the two wooden balls on the side of the ship respectively!
"All right..."
After dodging a water arrow with his head sideways, the magic barrier came into effect again. Harry held the rudder of the ship and took a deep breath and said,
"It looks like a broomstick on the water. I can handle this... Sit tight, Hermione!"
Facts have proved that as the youngest Quidditch Seeker in a century, Harry is not just in name only. Harry has an outstanding talent in driving fast-moving vehicles. Hermione cannot escape at the same speed. Those Chirac fish, but Harry only relied on a few nimble turns and the obstruction of vision by the surrounding clouds. It didn't take much effort to confuse those magic fish and completely leave them behind.
But at this moment, their oak boat was very close to the orange light group in the clouds that Hermione wanted to get close to before. Guessing that there might be a hinkpunk living there, Harry instinctively felt uneasy. He hurriedly turned the helm to get farther away from that area, but at this moment, in another direction, a much larger oak ship suddenly crashed through the clouds and appeared in front of Harry and Hermione. ...
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