The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

In the dark room of the Request-Granting House, the bright candles floating in the air had somehow turned into "water candles" emitting faint blue light.

A strange dampness spread in the air.

The mirror surface of the Mirror of Erised had condensed with salty water droplets.

The thought of entering a happy life in the sea and the strange scene in front of him mixed in his mind, and a sense of foreboding rose in Quirrell's heart.

On the wall, a relief resembling an octopus head appeared at some point, and more places on the wall also changed into scale patterns to embellish those tentacles.

At this time, He was standing in the room.

It seemed that the clothes made Him feel a little uncomfortable, so He took off the clothes, leaving only the cloth wrapped around the key parts.

Huh!

He took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

The thin muscles on his underdeveloped body and the gills on his lower jaw pulsed regularly with his breathing.

His body was covered with fine fish scales. The elbows, knees and other joints also grew beautiful blue-purple fins like those on his ears.

The golden hair had been trimmed many times, but it was still shoulder-length, with water droplets hanging on it, just sticking to the cheeks.

This was a perfect fishman body, without any flaws. No matter from the perspective of any creature's worldview and aesthetics, this was a well-deserved perfect masterpiece.

Whose masterpiece? It should be considered His masterpiece!

"Ah, there's another little guy over there..." He turned his head and looked at Harry.

Quirrell turned his head and saw that Harry Potter, who had just been hit by his Avada Kedavra curse, was lifted up by the water and looked around in horror.

"Linde, Linde you..." Harry was a little unbelievable. Now he was wrapped in water except for his head.

Quirrell looked at the strange scene in front of him, and coupled with the inexplicable "pressure" given to him by the fishman in front of him, he pointed at Harry with a trembling finger: "No... Impossible. No one can survive the Kedavra curse." At this point, he remembered who the little wizard in front of him was.

He is Harry Potter, the only person in the world who survived the Killing Curse, and now he has resisted another Killing Curse.

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes to Lind again. The guy who just called himself "great".

And the other party also spoke at the right time. "How about this! You two... have a timed duel, time is... it."

As he said, He pointed to the ceiling. Harry looked up and saw that the ceiling had turned into the "sea surface" at some point.

It was like a sea hanging upside down in the sky, with waves hitting the wall, and then bouncing back and colliding with the new waves, endlessly, and repeatedly.

And in the dark water, it was vaguely visible that there was some invisible huge monster that was far larger than the entire ceiling area swimming in it. The moment Harry looked at it, he felt his hair stand up, as if he was being stared at by some hunter who was far superior to himself.

At the same time, this inverted sea surface was gradually moving downwards at a slow speed. If the sea surface continued to pour down, in about ten minutes, the whole room would be submerged in the sea water.

Quirrell wanted to take action directly, but when he saw Harry's expression, he glanced up at the sky, and then turned his head stiffly.

He said in a trembling voice: "You who claim to be great are just a monster living in the body of this little wizard." As he said that, he waved his wand one after another, and several spells flew towards him.

However, before those spells touched him, they were inexplicably diverted to the sea above his head by a force, and those powerful spells only splashed a piece of water.

"Monster?! Why use such a narrow word... Forget it, back to the topic.

This is a fight to the death. A fight to the death that will only end when one side is completely dead.

The winner... will be able to see my true face.

At the same time, I hope to see you achieve high-quality visual effects through desperate fighting, so..." As he said that, he pointed one hand towards Harry, and Harry was swept directly into Lind's hand by the water.

He stroked Harry's head with one hand, and his index finger twisted and deformed into a smooth tentacle, which pierced from the corner of Harry's eye.

"Linde...you...ah——" Harry was interrupted by severe pain halfway through his words, and screamed fiercely.

"Oh! A rather exquisite protective spell, coming from...the self-sacrifice of blood relatives...is it your mother? No wonder..." Thinking of this, his square pupils revealed an imperceptible disappointment.

His current strength is far less than one ten-thousandth of his original world.

In the original world, ordinary creatures would instantly destroy their "concepts" and "reasons" no matter how they saw him. This destruction was even exaggerated to change their original gene sequences, cell signals, and brain thinking, directly allowing them to "sublimate" from the external body to the internal heart.

What a pity. Now he is in the new world, he thought with some regret, otherwise he would not be so lonely. Now he is just a tiny soul fragment of his original body that escaped from the destruction of the world by chance.

Thinking of this, he felt a little regretful that he could not break this spell at once for the time being.

Then he could only transform this guy's body.

Thinking about it, it's really familiar-the Deep Diver.

At the same time, He glanced at Quirrell again. The moment His eyes met Quirrell, the water flowed along Quirrell's body and bound him completely.

Thinking of this, He cut off the tentacle that penetrated deep into Harry's brain. After being cut off, the tentacle began to melt and spread to the whole body along with the capillaries on Harry's face...

Then He tilted his head, and a large stream of water poured out of his ears, and a large amount of steam came out of it.

He said with a smile: "Tsk tsk tsk, this brain is too useless, it's overloaded! The water is directly boiled! The brain will not be useful in the future!", but from His tone, it can be known that He doesn't care at all.

After pouring the water, He poured new water into his brain again. Then his body turned into a stream of water and disappeared in the house.

At the same time, His voice echoed in the house.

"Give me a wonderful performance!"

Harry let out a low roar, and scales, gills, and fins grew uncontrollably all over his body...

As He disappeared, Quirrell also felt that the power of the water that bound him, which he could not break free of just now, was much smaller.

He broke free from the water, raised his wand, muttered something, and stuck it directly into the ground. White light waves appeared from the tip of the wand and spread rapidly, just like a radar.

Feeling the feedback of this spell on himself.

Nothing. That guy was gone, as if he had never appeared.

Thinking about the situation that happened not long ago, his plan to hunt unicorns failed that time, and he was repeatedly fooled.

Thinking about it, the ominous premonition in his heart became heavier.

He swallowed his saliva involuntarily. His body turned into black mist and rushed to the door.

His hand grabbed the door handle and pressed it down hard.

Swish--

The hand slipped directly from the door handle, and he put his hand on it again. When he exerted force, his hand slid down the door handle again uncontrollably.

It was as if the friction between him and the door handle had been completely eliminated.

And behind him, a water bullet shot straight at him.