169 Chapter 36, Deep Dive at the Bottom of the Lake

Hoffa was taken aback, he didn't expect that the silver-haired man had such a relationship with Grindelwald.

But before Hoffado could ask, Slughorn pushed him by the shoulder and pushed him out of the room.

After walking out of the office door. Hoffa couldn't help but glance back at the door of the potions professor's room.

Grindelwald, Grindelwald again.

He vaguely remembered that when he was imprisoned in Azkaban Prison, some prisoners warned him about Grindelwald.

Could it be that this guy is from Grindelwald?

The thought gave him a jolt.

Holding the bottle of mermaid potion, Hoffa returned to the shore of the Black Lake.

Here, there were nearly a hundred young wizards and wizards in swimsuits and trunks lying here and there.

They were all wet, some were coughing water, some were shivering with their arms folded, and some had lit a fire and were warming by the fire.

Just watching, another huge octopus tentacles stretched out from the lake, throwing a limp girl onto the grass on the shore of the lake.

She was pale, shivering, and had a few water plants stuck in her mouth. As soon as it landed, it vomited a large amount of lake water.

Undoubtedly, these were students who failed Professor De La Seth's test.

Hoffa felt concerned. He glanced at the potion in his hand and thought that he couldn't swim at all. If the potion was not as good as he imagined, then he would have to go back to school to do those mechanical potions and herbal medicines. Already working.

He uncorks the bottle.

A pungent smell emanated from the bottle, like the smell of a fish carcass that had been rotting for three days.

Hoffa pinched his nose suspiciously, raised his head and took a sip of the liquid in the bottle.

He looked at his body, but it didn't seem to have changed.

He blinked, realizing something was wrong. His eyelids changed from closing up and down to opening and closing left and right.

He walked to the lake and looked down.

This look almost shocked me, his eyes had become at least three times bigger, with faint golden lines intertwined around a black vertical pupil, completely inhuman.

He wanted to close his eyes, but found that he couldn't do it. He could only control a circle of film to rub back and forth on the eyelids.

Changes gradually appeared on Hoffa, strands of hair on his head were tangled together, forming gray soft tentacles. A thin web appeared between his fingers, and a broad membrane appeared under his ribs.

Suddenly, cheek holes appeared under his neck, a sense of suffocation surged, and his vision quickly blurred.

He could no longer see normally, out of an instinct that was utterly overwhelming. He jumped into the black lake.

At this moment, he really felt what it meant to be like a fish in water. Different from the despair and fear when he entered the water last year, now he feels as warm as amniotic fluid, as if he has returned to the most primitive placental state.

The oxygen dissolved in the water exchanges gas with the blood through the capillary walls in the gill filaments, allowing him to breathe very smoothly.

Those eyes that were extremely blurry on land can now clearly distinguish any object within a hundred meters from him.

A series of blue lines appeared on his back and chest, and his skin began to secrete some unknown substances, making him extremely sensitive to his surroundings.

A small yellow croaker slowly swam past Hoffa's eyes. The pupils in Hoffa's eyes turned, but his body remained motionless like a rock.

At this time, the instinct in his blood made him eager to try, he opened his mouth full of sharp teeth, grinned to his cheekbones, and swallowed the small fish into his throat.

Then reason triumphed over instinct.

No, I am a human being, not a fish!

He opened his mouth again and spat out the fish.

The little yellow croaker was frightened, and quickly ran away from Hoffa.

He turned his head and looked ahead. As soon as he kicked the ground, he rushed out like a sharp arrow, touching the fine white sand on the ground, his spine swayed from side to side, and he swam hundreds of meters in an instant.

This feels great!

Hoffa pushed harder.

The speed increased again.

The bubbles and water flow were left far behind, and the purple Morat tentacles on the reef at the bottom of the lake were frightened and quickly retracted into the shell.

Like a torpedo, Hoffa easily caught up with the crowd in front of him.

Because of his high speed, he even had the leisure to observe various scenes around him.

The sunlight has been irradiated to the bottom of the lake thirty feet below the water, and the light is refracted and deformed as if passing through a prism. The reefs, germs, shells, coral polyps and some unknown magical creatures at the bottom of the lake will change slightly in color after being illuminated by this refracted light. , showing colorful light. Combinations of various tones are interlaced, creating a beautiful image of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.

A hundred meters away, the lake was black and blue. Hoffa looked through the gray and treacherous lake, looking at the shadows in the distance. The lake there was dark and hazy, and a huge octopus silhouette was waving in the black lake. tentacle.

Above him, countless students swam with difficulty. They couldn't reach Hoffa's depth because the water pressure was too great.

Seeing the crowd above swimming with all kinds of magic, Hoffa had a whim. He kicked off the ground, went up, and stopped less than a meter away from the water surface, where there happened to be a girl swimming with a school of fish.

He lay face up, comfortably lying in the water, leisurely admiring one body after another full of youthful vigor in the water.

He was comfortable, but a certain girl who was paddling hard bowed her head. Seeing the extremely weird mermaid face under him, he was almost out of his wits with fright.

"ah!!!"

This scream instantly triggered a chain reaction, and the students crossing the lake noticed something strange. They all looked down.

The whole Black Lake is like frying pan.

The school of fish jumped up in fright, and all kinds of spells floated around and shot. The spell entered the water and turned into a jet of boiling water.

Hoffa deftly dodged all kinds of spells, touched his face, couldn't help laughing, and pushed the extremely frightened girl out of the water. Then disappeared at the bottom of the lake in a blink of an eye, and continued his deep diving journey.

After getting away from the terrified crowd, he came to the center of the Black Lake. Here, the scenery in the Black Lake began to change, it began to turn black, and the lake became deeper and deeper.

Here, Hoffa saw some relics of the shipwreck, iron kitchen utensils, anchors, iron chain links from tackle, mortars, fragments of astronomical instruments, and a length of stern rail with dark green lake bottom vegetation growing on them .

Not only that, among the forest-like algae vegetation at the bottom of the lake, Hoffa also saw some rusty and deformed cages, which were floating among the algae, with some long-decayed white bones inside.

Some of the bones were chained to their limbs, and they seemed to be all human.

The sight made him feel ominous.

At this moment, he was already close to the huge octopus in the black lake. It waved its tentacles like a dense forest at the bottom of the lake.

At this time, a student in the distance seemed to be suffering from exhausted cramps, and sank straight to the bottom of the lake. Immediately, a long tentacle passed by Hoffa's face,

Although there was not much sound, he still saw the dense suction cups and barbs on the tentacles.

This scene made him feel terrified, he moved away sensitively, and quickly twisted his body to swim forward. But the super-giant octopus didn't look at Hoffa, it closed its eyes, and its countless tentacles were floating in the water.

If it senses that a student is drowning, the tentacles extend, scoop up that student, and push him back to shore.

While swimming directly above it, Hoffa saw the bottomless, layer upon layer of sharp mouthparts of this majestic creature. Like a black hole, even in mermaid form, the mouthpiece made Hoffa flustered.

This creature has almost infinite surging magic power, it shouldn't be here, it should live in the sea, maybe the Black Lake is just a pond to it.

After passing through the lake bottom jungle made up of octopus tentacles, Hoffa's speed gradually increased, and he caught up with one student after another. Finally, it flashed across the bottom of the lake like a torpedo, leaving behind a series of bubbles.

Half an hour later, he swam over fifty kilometers and reached the other end of the Black Lake. At this time, the effect of the potion on his body gradually disappeared.

The shore of the lake was within easy reach, and he climbed onto the grass wetly, his body gradually disappearing due to the mutation of the potion.

Here, a few sporadic senior students rested on the grass panting, and a few students moved their muscles professionally to adjust their state. They are all the top existence among this group of Hogwarts students.

Miranda and Aglaia were arranging their hair on the grass, talking incongruously, and they were startled when they saw Hoffa emerging from the water.

At this moment, Hoffa has not fully recovered his human form, and his body surface bears the characteristics of a large number of cartilaginous fishes.

After being stunned for a while, Miranda asked, "Is that your new Transfiguration?"

"No." Aglaia glanced at Hoffa, "Mermaid potion."

"Hmm." Miranda immediately showed a smiling face, "What is a mermaid potion, please tell me."

Aglaia reflexively wanted to make a long speech and show off her rich knowledge of potions, but seeing Hoffa looking at her, she forcibly suppressed her desire to speak. Turned to look at the lake.

Miranda grimaced at Hoffa and shook her head helplessly.

At this moment, the changes in the potion on Hoffa's body have almost disappeared, his eyes have returned to a normal human state, and the surrounding scenery has gradually become clearer.

The lake is already very, very far away from Hogwarts, and the castle is almost invisible, but here, you can see huge boulders in pieces. And the endless mountains of Scotland.

Hoffa often overlooked this place when he was in the Ravenclaw common room, but it was the first time he actually came here.

On the grass not far from the shore of the lake, there are two tables covered with large canvases. The surface of the table is slightly raised, and it is unknown what is covered under it.

And on the grass next to the table, the young-looking Professor Fatil Drasses was leaning on a boulder and puffing. He neither chatted with his daughter nor with the students who had successfully crossed the lake. .

He looked at the sky, showing a state of extreme negativity and emptiness, as if his spirit had been swallowed by something.

Thirty minutes later, another group of wizards who successfully crossed the lake climbed out of the black lake panting. There were about a dozen of them, and they collapsed to the ground as soon as they landed, their chests heaving violently.

At this time, Professor Drasses stood up, walked through the crowd, came to the shore of the lake, and looked at the lake without turning his eyes.

It was getting dark gradually, and no one came over the lake.

A lake crossing ceremony eliminated 90% of the people, and only less than 10% of the people stayed.

Looking at the shore of the lake, Drasses sighed deeply. He extinguished the cigarette and rubbed his temples with a painful expression. Finally, he turned around and clapped his hands.

At this moment, the moonlight was born, and the lines of Professor Draces' face seemed to be softened by the moonlight, and Hoffa discovered that he and Aglaia's facial contours were strikingly similar. He's almost like his daughter's twin brother, except for the different eye color.

"Tired?" His voice was hoarse but soft.

The crowd didn't answer, just stared at him, wondering exactly what lessons he would have to offer.

"You are very good. Those who have made it here must have found some unusual fun in crossing the lake just now. After that, in every class of mine, you have to learn to deal with chaos and the unknown."

He waved his wand, and spots of light flew around, illuminating the grass on the shore of the lake. Everyone's shadows are shadowy on the ground, making the old elders grow. There was a rustling sound from the wooden table behind him, and the magic curtain was slowly opened.

Accompanied by the student's exclamation, Hoffa's pupils shrank. That's right, he saw nearly ten young fire dragons curled up on a row of wooden tables, sniffing smoke.

Fatil looked proudly: "Dragon. One of the top predators in the magic world, the fastest way to become an elite creature is undoubtedly to observe the top predator and grow with it."