Wearing a robe is obviously not suitable for underwater activities.
Viktor Krum, who was at the front, was holding a magic wand and kicking off his shoes as he ran.
Then he raised his hand, and his clothes and pants were ripped off.
"Wow—" The girls in the stands exclaimed in surprise, their eyes fixed on the projection screen on the far left.
Wearing only swim trunks, he raised his wand, pointed it at his forehead, and cast a partial Human Transfiguration.
Even though he now has a shark's head and a human body, it can't stop the girls from screaming and cheering.
Harry, who was behind him, also kicked off his shoes, but he only took off his shirt.
After several months of physical training, his already not-so-thin body became even stronger.
Although it's not as good as Viktor Krum, it still elicited screams from quite a few girls.
Wearing only trousers, Harry raised his hand and gently touched the right frame of his glasses.
Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, his glasses suddenly turned into a Muggle- style diving mask.
"Alchemy tools?" Karkaroff scoffed from the referee's table.
The new regulations prohibit Champion from carrying anything other than wands, and glasses are strictly speaking personal necessities, so they are not considered a violation of the regulations.
After Viktor Krum and Harry jumped into the Black Lake, everyone's attention turned to Phoebe.
The boys craned their necks, their faces filled with anticipation.
She gradually slowed down and stopped, then half-squatted down to take off her shoes and socks.
"It's coming!" James in the stands stared wide-eyed at the projection screen on the far right.
When she took off her long robe, countless boys stared so hard their eyes almost popped out.
Oh no!
Phoebe didn't choose a swimsuit; she wore a fully covered wetsuit underneath.
After letting out a long roar, James sighed heavily, "Fine, at least the clothes perfectly showcase my goddess's figure, which gives me more room for imagination."
As a gentleman, he seemed fundamentally different from those boys who cried and screamed.
Alfred quickly moved to the side. "Old James, can you stop making that weird face?"
James toned it down a bit. "Ah Fu, everyone has the right to pursue good things, and you can't stop me."
"Yes, yes, yes." Alfred moved even further away.
Phoebe cast Bubblehead Charm and then gracefully jumped into the Black Lake.
The only one still on the lake shore was the leisurely Draco.
He remained as elegant and composed as ever, not at all like someone about to go into the water, but more like someone who had come for a stroll.
Taking off clothes? No way.
How could a noble heir of the Malfoy Family possibly expose his body? That would make him an exhibitionist.
Draco walked straight into the Black Lake, the icy water reaching above his calves, without even flinching.
Such behavior inevitably makes one wonder if the clothes he is wearing are also some kind of magical artifact.
Karkaroff at the referee's table squinted at Dumbledore, "Hmph— the Champion of Hogwarts really know how to play tricks."
Dumbledore smiled without saying a word, which instantly ignited his temper.
Just as he was about to explode, a strange chill ran down his spine and up to the back of his head.
Karkaroff instinctively turned around and met Moody's particularly eerie, demonic eyes.
His temper flares up quickly, but it also subsides just as fast.
"I suggest adding new rules that require the Champion to wear uniforms and undergo strict checks before games."
Dumbledore did not express his opinion, but Madame Maxime nodded in agreement with his suggestion.
Bagman also voted in favor, Barty Crouch remained silent.
The new rule of three against two has been decided.
After the Champion entered Black Lake, the live stream switched to the bottom of the lake.
This is the village of Merpeople. As the camera zooms in, you can see a huge Mermaid Statue in the center of the rough stone dwellings.
Four people were firmly bound to its tail; they were the Champion ' "most beloved treasures" and the Merpeople ' "hostages."
The scene shifts again, this time to Viktor Krum was the first to enter the water.
He descended at an extremely fast speed, and his figure became increasingly blurry through Harry's view.
After the Champion passed through the shallow water, the thicket of black seaweed shook violently a few times.
A figure wearing a black mask emerged and followed Draco at a distance.
In the stands,
James kept urging Draco to dive down faster.
If we keep taking this slow and leisurely pace, when will we ever catch up with Phoebe?
"Malfoy! Even my grandma swims faster than you!"
Alfred, sitting a few seats away, rolled his eyes. "Old James, you'd better save your energy. Even if you shout yourself hoarse, Malfoy won't hear you."
James ignored him, glanced at the screen on Phoebe's side, and continued to urge him on.
"Pervert..." Lavender muttered under her breath as she sat below, then turned her attention back to the scene with Harry.
Without a doubt, like most girls, she hoped that Harry could catch up with Viktor Krum quickly.
That muscular and robust physique is simply a work of art. I wonder what it would feel like to touch it?
Hermione, sitting next to her, pretended not to see her infatuated face.
How dare she call James a pervert? Actually, she's not much better herself.
Just as Viktor Krum was about to reach the bottom of the lake, Hermione suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Go ahead, go ahead." Lavender stepped back to make room for her.
Vincent, who was sitting on the upper level, also stood up.
Dumbledore at the referee's table received another message, but he again showed no interest in checking it; his expression simply became somewhat grave.
Hermione wasn't really going to the toilet, of course. She Vincent did come to the vicinity of the toilet, but they were secretly looking for Moody, who was standing not far away on the edge of the stands.
"What did he say?" Moody's eyes were still fixed on Karkaroff across the referee's table.
Vincent glanced around at the Auror on guard duty, making sure they really couldn't see what was happening here. "Professor Moody, didn't you see he didn't reply to my text message?"
Moody turned to the two of them. "I still don't approve of your plan. The risks you're facing are just too great."
Hermione's expression was incredibly firm as she stared directly into his eerie demonic eyes, showing no sign of fear. "Professor Moody, please trust us."
Vincent felt the same way. "The Death Eaters lurking on campus haven't shown up yet. We all know their goal is either Harry or to sabotage the competition. If we miss this opportunity, we'll have to wait until the Third Task."
Moody's intact eye flickered.
He didn't want any more accidents to happen in the Second Task, and he especially didn't want that damned Death Eaters to get away.
But he couldn't even find a single hair on their head, let alone the Auror he had trained.
Moody pondered for a moment, then said, "Alright, I agree to your plan, but Granger, you must stay on shore."
He quickly took something out of his pocket and stuffed it into Hermione's hand. "You have an even more important task to complete. If Vincent suddenly disappears, it will definitely alert the Death Eaters."
Hermione looked down at the bottle in her hand.
The liquid inside was very viscous, looking like mud, and it was slowly bubbling.
"Polyjuice Potion?"
"Yes."
Moody had previously opposed their plans, but it turns out he had already made preparations.
The referees and professors can't be gone for too long, and among the students, only Vincent can be considered a threat.
Even though Hermione desperately wanted to join in, she had no choice but to agree to Moody's arrangement.