yeah... kinda reached the limet of 200 pages for my other octonauts oneshot book
so hares part 2!
some will be connected and some won't
(I used AI (https://www.bing.com/search?q=Bing+AI&showconv=1&FORM=hpcodx&adlt=strict&toWww=1&redig=8356BFB18A1E4E...
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In the third installment of The Journey of Flames and Tides, Kwazii finds himself juggling Quidditch, magic studies, and the mystery of the three stones. As he delves deeper into the secrets surrounding the fire stone, he uncovers a potential connection to other individuals. With Harry Potter, Ron, and Hermonie by his side, Kwazii sets off on a quest to discover who these individuals are and how they fit into the puzzle. Meanwhile, a dangerous escaped wizard, pursued by Dementors, casts a shadow over Hogwarts. Kwazii must navigate the mysteries of both the magical and elemental worlds to unravel the truth and protect his friends from impending danger.
Kwazii, Harry, Ron and Harmonie were still looking into the chamber of secrets....
Kwazii sighed... they were not any close to figuring this out...
Harmonie figured it out, a basilisk, Harry knew were to find it...
they managed to defeat it, while Harry did...
The end of year was here... kwazii had found a third stone, a wind one...
Three stones..?
The summer sun blazed high in the sky, casting long shadows over the quiet grounds of Hogwarts. Most students had returned home, but Kwazii had chosen to stay behind, determined to uncover the mysteries of the three stones. The wind stone, newly discovered, lay beside the fire and water stones on his desk, each one pulsing with a faint, otherworldly glow.
Kwazii spent his days in the library, poring over ancient texts and magical tomes. He hoped to find some clue, some hint that would unlock the secrets of the stones. But the more he read, the more questions he had. The stones seemed to defy all known magical laws, their origins and powers shrouded in mystery.
One afternoon, as the sun dipped low, casting a golden hue over the castle, Kwazii sat by the lake, the stones spread out before him. He held the wind stone up to the light, watching as it shimmered and sparkled. He could feel a connection to it, a sense that it was trying to communicate with him, but the message was just out of reach.
