bookbashuk Chapter 193: Black Lake Escape
Chapter 193: Black Lake Escape
The faces of the unconscious hostages suddenly turned pale, as if they were drowning and suffocating, and were about to suffocate to death...
"This……"
Dumbledore was speechless.
The old man's upbringing made him not want to complain about Anriel's actions...
What a loss!
Be a human being...
Although safety is definitely not a problem, these people look like they are on the verge of death...
The hostages looked like they would die at any second, except for Maskrey's puppet - but no one cared.
This situation will undoubtedly greatly reduce the warriors' ability to think rationally after seeing this scene at the bottom of the lake.
Whether they will rescue their partner’s hostages at that time...that’s not certain.
Even the assurance given to them by the Ministry of Magic before all events of the Triwizard Tournament began that "there would be no danger to their lives" seemed so powerless at this moment.
The water pressure at the bottom of the lake, the dim light, and the ferocious mermaid warriors around...
Oh, and there are threats from other teams.
Each of these will undoubtedly severely irritate the Warriors.
Even Dumbledore would consider whether Anriel's improvement was a bit too difficult.
But in the end... I didn't change anything and just did what Anriel said.
The fake Moody, Barty Crouch Jr., looked livid.
As the mermaids entered the water one after another, the professors went one by one to organize the audience to take their seats.
Anriel came to the lake and stretched out his left hand.
“Plop——” “Plop——”
The invisible object fell into the water, and in an instant, it spread out like a black sand-like shape, just like ink entering the water.
This dead soul beast looks very similar to...
Obscurus.
Anyway, anyone who sees this thing can tell at a glance that this is not a good thing...
As for their heads... or it would be more appropriate to say cores, they are surrounded by waving, kelp-like tentacles.
Unless you beat it directly to the point where it completely loses its ability to move, the possibility of obtaining its core... is basically zero.
Anriel believed that when the warriors faced the dead soul beasts and felt the fear and coldness, they should...
You could think of using the Patronus Charm, right?
The Patronus Spell can indeed destroy the Dead Soul Beast and leave its core, and is the correct "solution".
Anriel wouldn't add difficulty to the most difficult question...
......
What? No Patronus?
Oh, then wait for death.
......
The seats were getting fuller and fuller, and Anriel nodded to the judges sitting at the golden table not far away.
Dumbledore and Bagman returned the greetings, Karkaroff turned his back, and Madame Maxime and Percy seemed not to notice Andriel... Well, one of them was talking to Fleur and the other was talking to Harry, so they indeed didn't notice Andriel.
Harry was not late this time, but he looked less confident.
Anriel raised his hand and touched his throat.
"Welcome everyone, to the second event of the Triwizard Tournament!"
Today, Anriel is the host.
His voice echoed throughout the Black Lake.
“The match lasts… four hours!
Now, contestants, please take your seats!
In case there are warriors who still haven't figured out the rules, I need to emphasize this point again...
Only the island in the middle of the lake is the scoring area, so please don't swim to the wrong spot...you can't score points on the surrounding shores.
Now, I declare—
The game begins! "
When Anriel gave the command, most of the warriors plunged into the icy lake water in late February.
There are only two people left on the field.
Harry.
And Carmen.
"Collapsed."
A spell was chanted with extremely clear words and an extremely calm tone, so much so that... everyone in the audience could hear it.
Harry's figure fell to the shore along with a flash of red light produced by the spell.
"Hey! Foul!"...
“This is not fair!”…
Angry shouts like these spread throughout the entire stadium. After all, this game was held in Hogwarts...
There are many of them.
"Carmen, you should have done this in the water."
Anriel said helplessly.
He did not eliminate the effect of the amplification spell, so... everyone in the audience could hear this sentence.
At that moment, the entire competition venue was silent for a moment.
After a while, the venue was like a wave of boiling water...
"What?!"……
“This is intentional injury!”…
"Maliciously harming other contestants!"...
"This is definitely a foul!"...
Voices like this kept coming and going.
......
“Please calm down, audience!!!”
Anriel roared, his voice was like thunder, even louder than thunder.
"Mr. Carmen Crown's behavior is completely in line with the rules of this game!"
The whole audience was in an uproar, with voices of doubt and accusation ringing out.
"In the Triwizard Tournament, there must be direct confrontations between contestants, not just simple fights against magical creatures!
The danger you are most likely to encounter in the future is the dark wizards who are still at large and use conspiracy and trickery to escape legal justice!
Rather than a group of vicious and powerful magical creatures with sharp teeth and claws!"
Anriel's voice spread throughout the venue, stirring up ripples on the water surface closest to him.
The noisy discussions continued, but Anriel did not explain any further.
Very strange:
After Anriel stopped explaining, the noise from the stands gradually disappeared.
The crowd also seemed to have regained their sanity and the calmness they should have.
Everyone seemed to be thinking about the same question at the same time -
Maybe it's not a question, but a fact, a fact that is right in front of them:
What Anriel said...maybe he is right.
Just think about it, if you are not someone who plans to work in this field in the future, who else can fiddle with this huge and terrifying magical animal all day long like Hagrid does?
And the First Wizarding War… and the Global Wizarding Revolution that preceded it.
This is something that the wizards have experienced personally, and it is also a more real story that the older generation told the group of young wizards present here.
Except that a group of well-trained Aurors might be able to fight against Voldemort's giant army...
The threats to civilians seem to come mostly from fellow wizards.
Learning how to fight spells seems to be more important than learning how to fight fangs...
Thus, the crowd regained its composure.
After everyone seemed to be able to listen to him quietly, Anriel raised his hand and snapped his fingers loudly——
"Snapped--"
Twenty-four large screens light up at the same time!
"If everyone has talked enough, then we can start to enjoy the second round of the game...
I am honored to tell you that...
The name of this round of competition is -
Black Lake, Battle Royale! "