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 this thrilling fourth installment of The Journey of Flames and Tides, Kwazii and Harry spend the summer with the unpleasant Dursleys before joining Harry, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and the Weasleys to witness the Quidditch World Cup. As they seek to unravel the mystery of the wind and water stones discovered during their first year at Hogwarts, Kwazii embarks on a quest to discover the individual connected to the water stone among those he has grown close to over the past three (or four) years. However, an unexpected event involving two rival schools of magic, a competition long forgotten for centuries, draws Kwazii and Harry into its vortex. Thrown into this event they never signed up for, they must uncover the identity of the mastermind behind their predicament. Could the wind, indeed, be the soulmate of water? Join Kwazii and Harry on their perilous journey as they navigate the depths of this enchanting and treacherous world.
They managed to rescue Sirus and Buckbeak using Harmonie's timeturner... and went back for the summer...
Kwazii sighed... he had went to The Dursleys to study the stones with harry, who promised to help him...
Kwazii sat at the small desk in Harry's cramped bedroom, surrounded by stacks of ancient books and scrolls. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp, casting long shadows on the walls. He flipped through the pages of a particularly old tome, its yellowed pages crackling under his fingers. The mysteries of the wind and water stones were elusive, and he felt the weight of their secrets pressing down on him.
Just as he was about to give up for the night, a soft hoot drew his attention. He looked up to see Alinta, his faithful owl, perched on the windowsill. Her feathers glistened in the moonlight, and she held a letter in her beak.
