Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“So what do we do, we can't just stay here and do nothing?” Ivan questioned, worried about the evil magic that was about to succeed in the Temple of the Moon.

He did not know how in true history Ugart and the rest of the horses had defeated the evil god and won this cruel war. He only understands that if we continue to delay time and let the fallen horses succeed in summoning that evil god, the challenge will increase in a straight line.

Destroying Summoning Magic and Resealing Evil Gods is not above one difficulty at all.

Ivan is considering the possibility of an assault, which, although dangerous, is not entirely impracticable.

So far, the most troublesome thing is that crazy fire dragon. He happens to know a powerful dark magic that may be more effective than imagined when dealing with firecracker dragons.

“You're right, we have to hurry, it's going to get dark soon, which is quite detrimental to us, and with the help of the Temple of the Moon, those corrupt astrologers can use the power of the stars to defend themselves.” Uggart asked the other horses to apply some herbs to the wounds on their arms and simply wrap them up.

“What do we do?” Evan gently lightened his wand on Uggart's arm, although he was not skilled in healing magic, but how wonderful it was to make each other feel better.

“Since you can't fly, swimming in is the fastest way.” I know a secret passage into the Temple of the Moon that leads to the depths of the lake, "Uggart said. ”

Along his fingers, Ivan saw the cold, deep, bottomless dark blue lake outside the Moon Temple, which seemed to be connected to the lakeside outside the school castle.

He didn't know if there were any mermaids there, but the idea of swimming in the pitch-black lake was crazy.

He turned his head and looked at the arrogant horseman to make sure he heard correctly. The horseman was not an aquatic animal. What would Uggart do?

“The elders have thought about this before, and they have prepared some herbs for me to help us breathe underwater.” Uggart pulled out a piece of leather wrapped in light grey leather and spread it in front of Ivan.

Inside is a bunch of green seagrassy herbs, like countless slippery, grey-green rat tails, even creeping slowly.

“Gooseberry!” Ivan recognises the herbs, which is beyond imagination.

He wondered where the horses had come from to grow these herbs in the depths of the Mediterranean and, you know, it wasn't until centuries before the human sorcerer Eladora Kettrich discovered for the first time in the history of magic the role of this magical herb, so he had his portrait displayed on the famous Wizard Card of the Chocolate Frog.

She was said to have eaten a large quantity of gill bladder as a side dish, almost suffocating to death and recovering after a week of burying her head in a barrel of water.

Since then, the magic world has known the usefulness of gooseberry.

Later, wizards and magic masters began analyzing the specific ingredients and developing spells and precious potions to help wizards breathe underwater.

But at the end of the dark Middle Ages, horses who had always been regarded by humans as ignorant and primitive had discovered and used neptunium, which was incredible.

“I've tried it before and swallowed it before going into the water and it works instantly.” Uggart distributes part of the gill bladder to Ivan, "because of the limited quantity, the infiltration was carried out only by the two of us, without any assistance. ”

Ivan nodded and looked at the herbs still wriggling in his hand.

“Listen, man!” Uggart bent over and looked at Ivan, his black brown eyes sparkling with light, "and it was very dangerous to move for a while, and we were likely to die like this in the Temple of the Moon. I don't know what purpose you came here to help us, and I'm very grateful for that, you got the friendship of the horses, but I hope you can think carefully, this civil war is after all a matter for the horses themselves, and I don't want..."

“Stop it, I won't back down.” Evan interrupts each other, "facing that evil god, it's not just about the horseman himself. ”

Besides, it's just Gryffindor's illusion magic.

Ivan's challenge was to help the Horseman re-seal the evil god known as the Forest God, and there was no reason for him to retreat.

Even if you die in the Temple of the Moon, it's just that the challenge failure is being transmitted.

Ugart did not speak, he patted Ivan's shoulder hard and then took a new long gun and arrow from his own people and put it in his back.

“In a few moments, my people will be re-attacking the guys in the tribe to get their attention.” Uggart ordered, "We'll take this opportunity to dive in, go underwater, and you'll follow me. ”

They came to the edge of the turbulent river, which stretched all the way to the central lake of the tribe.

“Good, with herbs, I'll swallow on three!” When the fighting in the distant tribes restarted, Uggart made a gesture, "3, 2, 1! ”

Time seemed to stand still, and Ivan stuffed a handful of goosebumps into his mouth.

He hurried off his socks and followed Uggart into the icy river water.

No accidents, the water is very cold!

Ivan felt the skin on his legs hurting like a fire.

The further he walked, the deeper the river was, and the wet robe fell down heavily.

Now that the current was past his knees, two fast numb feet stepped on muddy sand and slippery, sticky stones and continued to slip.

He chewed the gill bladder with all his strength, fast and hard, which didn't feel good, tough, greasy, like octopus tentacles.

Soon his body began to change and his lower body, soaked in cold, stinging river water, began to swell outward, suddenly Ivan felt like an invisible pillow pressed against his mouth and nose.

As he inhaled, he just felt his mind spinning.

His lungs were empty, and suddenly there was a knife-cutting pain on both sides of his neck.

Evan hurriedly grabbed his throat with both hands and touched two long slits under his ear, opening and closing in the cold air...

The gill bladder worked, he had gills, he turned his head and looked at the horseman next to him, a strong horseman who was now a monster unlike any other.

He also had gills on his face, thin fins between his fingers, and even four hooves began to deform. He waved to show Ivan to follow him.

Without hesitation, Ivan followed Ugart in the only reasonable move, one head into the water.