Outside, the young wizards perked up and pointed at the curtain of water above the lake.
"Look, someone's there!!"
"Who is it? Who?" A young wizard who had nearly fallen asleep from boredom was startled awake by the noise. He immediately stood up, eyes wide, and craned forward to see.
"From Hufflepuff-Su Er, it's Su Er Bones! He's first!" The young Hufflepuffs cheered.
At the judges' table, Karkaroff and Maxime frowned, while Dumbledore gave a pleased smile.
The image shifted again. Su Er hovered in the lake as some merpeople sang in unison in the central square. Within his view, Ron was tied to a pillar between the ones holding Hermione and Emily, while at the very edge was a little girl no more than eight years old.
I thought it would be Roger Davies. Su Er pursed his lips. Still, this little girl, whose long silver hair was exactly like Pheobe's, was probably Fleur Delacour's younger sister. Though she was young, her delicate little face already made it clear that she would grow up to be another great beauty.
All four were deeply asleep, their heads lolling limply against their shoulders as thin streams of bubbles kept escaping their mouths.
Su Er glanced at the spear-carrying merpeople nearby and approached tentatively, but they seemed to have no intention of stopping him.
Reassured, he quickly swam toward Hermione. It seemed that, just as in the original story, the champions could only rescue their own treasures. If he tried to take the others along, those merpeople would step forward with their spears to stop him.
The ropes binding Hermione and the others were woven from waterweed, thick and slippery. Su Er tugged hard but failed to break them. Still, this was no obstacle to him now that he had become proficient