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Harry
nodded
,
but
even
as
he
did
so
,
an
insane
urge
to
confess
that
he
did
n't
have
any
idea
how
to
survive
at
the
bottom
of
the
lake
for
an
hour
came
over
him
.
He
looked
up
at
Hagrid
-
perhaps
he
had
to
go
into
the
lake
sometimes
,
to
deal
with
the
creatures
in
it
?
He
looked
after
everything
else
on
the
grounds
,
after
all
-
"
Yeh
're
goin
'
ter
win
,
"
Hagrid
growled
,
patting
Harry
's
shoulder
again
,
so
that
Harry
actually
felt
himself
sink
a
couple
of
inches
into
the
soft
ground
.
"
I
know
it
.
I
can
feel
it
.
Yeh
're
goin
'
ter
win
,
Harry
.
"
Harry
just
could
n't
bring
himself
to
wipe
the
happy
,
confident
smile
off
Hagrid
's
face
.
Pretending
he
was
interested
in
the
young
unicorns
,
he
forced
a
smile
in
return
,
and
moved
forward
to
pat
them
with
the
others
.
By
the
evening
before
the
second
task
.
Harry
felt
as
though
he
were
trapped
in
a
nightmare
.
He
was
fully
aware
that
even
if
,
by
some
miracle
,
he
managed
to
find
a
suitable
spell
,
he
'd
have
a
real
job
mastering
it
overnight
.
How
could
he
have
let
this
happen
?
Why
had
n't
he
got
to
work
on
the
egg
's
clue
sooner
?
Why
had
he
ever
let
his
mind
wander
in
class
-
what
if
a
teacher
had
once
mentioned
how
to
breathe
underwater
?
He
sat
with
Hermione
and
Ron
in
the
library
as
the
sun
set
outside
,
tearing
feverishly
through
page
after
page
of
spells
,
hidden
from
one
another
by
the
massive
piles
of
books
on
the
desk
in
front
of
each
of
them
.
Harry
's
heart
gave
a
huge
leap
every
time
he
saw
the
word
"
water
"
on
a
page
,
but
more
often
than
not
it
was
merely
"
Take
two
pints
of
water
,
half
a
pound
of
shredded
mandrake
leaves
,
and
a
newt
...
"
"
I
do
n't
reckon
it
can
be
done
,
"
said
Ron
's
voice
flatly
from
the
other
side
of
the
table
.
"
There
's
nothing
.
Nothing
.
Closest
was
that
thing
to
dry
up
puddles
and
ponds
,
that
Drought
Charm
,
but
that
was
nowhere
near
powerful
enough
to
drain
the
lake
.
"
"
There
must
be
something
,
"
Hermione
muttered
,
moving
a
candle
closer
to
her
.
Her
eyes
were
so
tired
she
was
poring
over
the
tiny
print
of
Olde
and
Forgotten
Bewitchments
and
Charmes
with
her
nose
about
an
inch
from
the
page
.
"
They
'd
never
have
set
a
task
that
was
undoable
.
"
"
They
have
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Harry
,
just
go
down
to
the
lake
tomorrow
,
right
,
stick
your
head
in
,
yell
at
the
merpeople
to
give
back
whatever
they
've
nicked
,
and
see
if
they
chuck
it
out
.
Best
you
can
do
,
mate
.
"
"
There
's
a
way
of
doing
it
!
"
Hermione
said
crossly
.
"
There
just
has
to
be
!
"
