Recasting the Sonorus once he was back on the stage, Harry said, "Now, as you could see, my first idea worked and I have completed my Task. However, the Task is supposed to take the better part of an hour.
"From that, I surmise we won't be seeing the true competitors for a while. So, I'm going to give you a class, just so you won't be bored while you wait. I also remind you that, while I have completed my Task, the Task is still on. So, please don't interfere.
"Now, while the Fourth Year charm... the Summoning charm... worked for me, the Task organisers could always have actually thought things through and blocked that charm from working, just as they did in the First Task against trying to summon the egg. So, I had backup plans.
"If the Summoning charm had not worked for me, then I'd have looked like an idiot. However, I would have still had to complete the Task.
"So, my next trick would have been..." And he pulled a small plastic bag out of his pocket and held it up. "... Gillyweed!"
He held it up for a few seconds, showing it around before lowering it, and said, "Now, Gillyweed is a most unusual plant, as most magical plants are. It grows on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea, most prevalently around the southern tip of Italy and around the island of Sicily.
"How is it relevant, you may ask? Simple. When you swallow a decent sized mouthful of it and you're a magical, within only a few moments it will cause you to grow gills, your feet to elongate into flippers and the webbing between your fingers to grow to the fingertips. It allows you to swim underwater as if you were born to live underwater. It requires no wand, it requires no spell or enchantment to be cast and even squibs can use it.
"It is claimed Gillyweed should last you an hour of transfigured time. That is true... if the Gillyweed is picked and immediately used. However, even with preservation or stasis charms, it will more likely last about fifty to fifty-five minutes. Now, how long was this Task supposed to last, I ask you?
"And, why is this important? Simple. It means even a squib could have competed in this event. No magical education is, or was, required. And that means this Task was not a Task that would challenge the skills of an of-age witch or wizard.
"Yet again, I confess I find myself most disappointed in the organisers of these events."
Harry quickly checked his watch and discovered they still had about forty five minutes to go.
"Well, forty-five minutes left. I wonder―"
Just then he heard a lot of shouts come from the stands. He saw people suddenly shoot to their feet and a few point out onto the lake.
Spinning around to see for himself, he saw a body floating on the surface.
Spinning back to face the judges, still with his Sonorous running, he bellowed, "Get Healer Robinson down here, now!"
Not waiting for anyone to respond, he wrist-flicked his wand into his wand holster, jammed his broom up under his legs, mounted it and took off as fast as he could.
Nearing the body, he could see by the silver hair it was Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons' Champion, floating face-down in the water.
Coming to a halt a few feet above her and off to one side, he drew his wand again and levitated her up and out of the water. When she up about four feet, he one-handed drove the broom under her waist and allowed it to push forward until she was hard up against his groin.
He cancelled the levitation charm, causing her to drop and bend in half over the handle and, leaning over her, grabbed the handle on the other side of her. Then powered back to the stage as quickly as he could.
As he approached, he could see Healer Robinson running out onto the stage to meet him.
He'd not even had a chance to stop properly before the medi-wizard had his arms under her armpits and was dragging her off the broom and flipping her as he did so, almost causing Harry to fall off in the process.
Jumping off anyway, Harry practically tossed his broom away and moved to help. He could see she was severely scratched all over, with a large parallel couple on her left cheek. He suspected grindylows were the cause.
As grindylow claws didn't contain poison, only possible infections, he distractedly thought she wouldn't scar from the scratches.
"She has water in her lungs," muttered Robinson. A quick spell and the water was ripped out of her lungs through her mouth.
Thankfully, as the last of the lake water was pulled out, she gave a cough. Just one.
"Thank Merlin," muttered the medi-wizard.
"We need to get her warm; fast," said Harry. "She's Veela. The cold suppresses her magic. The warmer we can get her the better her magic will move to heal her the rest of the way."
Robinson didn't even say a word, other than give a slight verbal nod. He quickly conjured a thick blanket and wrapped her in it, while Harry was madly casting warming charms on her.
As he cast Harry also realised those scratch marks on her cheek meant the grindylow that did it would have also ripped away her bubblehead charm. And was the likely cause of her (almost) drowning.
Just as the medi-wizard was picking her up and he was standing up, Harry suddenly found himself yanked away. It was Maxime, who had clearly hurried over from the judges table.
"What do you think you are doo-eeng?" she demanded.
"Lord Potter and I are saving this child's life, you stupid bitch!" Robinson snarled. "Now get the fuck out of my and Lord Potter's way and let us save her!"
Without even waiting for Maxime to respond, the healer whirled about and ran for the hospital tent, set up directly behind the tribunes. Harry simply ran around Maxime and charged after him.
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