Aquatic Tongue?

One of the Hippocampus's forehooves was still tangled in a strand of kelp that swayed with the current.

Harry finally understood. Judging by how fresh the kelp was, it had probably only recently left the sea and entered fresh water.

It was very likely that it had never eaten Rainbowfish at all.

Which was why it did not cherish Rainbowfish as dearly as the rest of its kind.

"I knew it! Harry definitely wasn't scared stiff!" Mr. Weasley shouted excitedly from outside the maze.

On the screen, Harry stood frozen in a thinking pose.

The Hippocampus was the same.

Clearly, Harry had not done nothing just now.

He had secretly cast some kind of concealed immobilizing spell.

And that was indeed the case.

The moment Harry finished thinking, he formed the desire to obtain the Durmstrang Badge.

His water friends acted.

The Hippocampus's movements froze, like a beetle trapped in amber.

The Durmstrang Badge also detached itself from the rock and flew into Harry's hand.

It was rather reminiscent of Fleur taking the Beauxbatons Badge earlier.

"Professor Dumbledore, was Harry's strange way of moving earlier related to this as well? I mean, controlling water." In the stands, Ron, who had stuffed Lavender's letter and his frustration into his pocket, asked curiously.

Dumbledore nodded. A lustrous light gleamed in his sapphire-blue eyes, as though he had seen something through the screen.

"Your powers of observation are quite good.

Harry's performance truly surprised me.

If it were me, I could easily control water by infusing it with magic.

I could turn it into a cage or alter its properties.

No incantation would be necessary, either.

But Harry is different.

That lake water seemed to come alive.

It wanted only to help him.

It was not direct commands and control like mine, but