Seeing Harry's actions, the other two warriors who were taking off their clothes froze on the spot.
They indeed didn't expect that not only did Harry not go into the water, but he also started throwing this impressively powerful magic into the lake.
What, guys?
Are you bombing fish here?
After casting a few spells, Harry stood still and did nothing more.
"Why are you all looking at me?" He glanced at Fleur and Victor, "I'm just calling someone. If you want to save people, you should go down quickly."
"You're not going to throw that weird magic anymore, are you?" Fleur asked tentatively.
The spectacular scene just now, where the entire Black Lake seemed about to blow up, was indeed a bit frightening.
"Oh, why would I." Harry chuckled, "I'm just calling someone, you guys continue—you continue."
After getting Harry's response, Fleur and Victor finally let go of their worries.
The two of them got ready; Fleur cast a Bubble Head Charm on herself, while Victor turned his head into a shark's head.
Clearly, sharks don't breathe well on land, and Victor clutched his throat, only remembering after a while that he should jump into the water.
At this moment, Dumbledore came over.
"I know you want to win in a special way, but bombing fish…"
Dumbledore glanced back at the restless lake surface and said to Harry, "Isn't a very good choice. We must respect the rules of the game, don't you think? Harry?"
Seeing that Harry still wanted to say something, Dumbledore stopped his thought of arguing.
"But the problem is, I need to remind you that the merfolk cannot come out of the water to talk to you, Harry—that's my instruction."
"Alright." Harry shrugged, flicked his magic wand, and started walking toward the water.
The lake water was indeed icy cold, but this didn't bother Harry at all.
The magic of ancient times was wondrous in that it allowed him to completely avoid the effects of water, not just the cold, but he couldn't even feel a bit of dampness.
The visibility in the Black Lake wasn't high; the range he could see underwater was about ten feet, and the whole area was dark and misty, silent around him. He couldn't hear what kind of noise the crowd above the lake was making.
Little fish darted past him like silver darts.
Once or twice, he seemed to see a big creature moving ahead, but when he got closer, he realized it was just a big, dark log, or a thick tangle of seaweed.
He walked underwater for a long time and didn't find the hiding place of the three hostages.
So, he took out his magic wand.
"Oh, isn't it Harry?"
Myrtle's voice sounded by his ear; Harry looked towards the sound to see Myrtle, translucent, swimming around in the water, looking very content.
"Myrtle?" Harry greeted in surprise, "What are you doing here? Got flushed out of the bathroom again?"
Myrtle's face instantly turned quite unpleasant.
"Oh dear," she said, "I'm here to watch your match, how could I have been flushed out? Do you really think poor Myrtle would get flushed away by a toilet when on guard?"
"Oh, sorry." Harry apologized, raising his magic wand.
"Revelio!"
From the tip of his wand, a transparent curtain spread rapidly in all directions in a sphere.
Through magic, Harry not only located the positions of the three hostages but also saw several red outlines appear beneath his feet.
They were Grindylows.
At this moment, several Grindylows emerged from the weeds, grabbing Harry's robes, desperately trying to pull him down.
The Grindylows were tugging enthusiastically when suddenly they felt as if their bodies were launched like rockets, shooting upwards rapidly.
They then burst through the water's surface like bullets, shrieking as they flew into the air and crashed heavily into the VIP seating area.
If it hadn't been for Dumbledore's quick use of a cushioning charm, they might have hit the guests directly.
Harry definitely did it on purpose, Dumbledore thought, because I didn't let him win while sitting on the shore.
After dealing with the Grindylows, seeing their companions' fate, the remaining Grindylows stopped and hesitated.
No one wanted to be the leading bird, getting hit by this terrifying human's magic, and lose their life.
Harry ignored them, and at this moment, a song suddenly started playing.
"You've got one hour,
To search and reclaim what we took..."
Harry noticed the direction the song came from was precisely where his spell had just locked in.
He stepped towards that direction, Myrtle following closely behind. Before long, he saw a large rock appear in the murky waters ahead, painted with many merfolk. They held spears and were chasing things that looked like giant squids.
Oh, Harry remembered.
He had been here before with Vivi, and they had a cordial and friendly interaction with the merfolk here.
If he remembered correctly, the merfolk village should be nearby.
He continued forward, and soon, many rough stone dwellings appeared around him, stained with bits of algae.
Faces pressed against the windows of those dwellings, looking... familiar yet strange.
The merfolk's skin was iron-grey, their long hair mossy green and tangled. Their eyes were yellow, and their teeth were yellowed and incomplete, wearing necklaces of pebbles strung on coarse rope around their necks.