After being the first to leave the tent, Fleur looked at the golden egg in her hand curiously as she walked, and even bumped it up and down to feel its material carefully:
"This golden egg is said to be a golden egg, but it looks like it is most likely made of brass. And it must be hollow, otherwise it would not be so light."
"That's for sure," Harley said with a smile, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"Do you think those poor people at the British Ministry of Magic are willing to use pure gold to make competition props?"
"Well...indeed," Fleur agreed seriously,
"Your Ministry of Magic is indeed really poor. It is not even as wealthy as Beauxbatons. They are not even willing to put a layer of gold foil on the surface of the golden egg."
"I have no problem with you saying that the British Ministry of Magic is poor, but don't say it can't compare to Beauxbatons. Who allowed you to have an alumnus like Nico?"
Harry rolled his eyes and made a sneak attack on Fleur's side.
"On average, your and Nico's assets can reach the level of the richest man in the world. Isn't it normal for him to donate some gold to Beauxbatons and crush the British Ministry of Magic?"
Fleur chuckled and said nothing more.
Hermione had been waiting outside the tent with her arms folded for a long time.
Gabrielle was taken back to the carriage by Ms. Maxim in advance, so she was alone now, which was really boring.
After meeting up with Harry and Fleur, Hermione curiously asked for information about the second project.
"So, considering the weight and material of the golden egg..."
After hearing the news, Hermione rubbed the back of her hand and thought carefully.
"Could the clue about the second project in the golden egg be a piece of parchment with a puzzle written on it?"
"No, it's possible that there's a recording of clues inside. But that's not important. You can find out once you open the golden egg."
"In other words, the difficulty in obtaining the core information about the second project is most likely the puzzle...the puzzle..."
"Rearranging and combining common magical meanings to provide information in a suggestive way?"
"Or do you use arithmetic numbers combined with specific charts to convey messages?"
Harley glanced at the golden egg in her arms, the light in her eyes flowing slightly.
"I think you're right, Hermione." After carefully observing the golden egg, Harry couldn't help but sigh,
"Although it's a bit of a shock to you, the core direction of your guess is wrong."
"I have to say that those purebloods at the Ministry of Magic rarely used their brains."
"The core difficulty of obtaining clues is not simply solving the puzzle contained in the golden egg."
"Except for anti-flying spells and other spells that increase the difficulty of the first event, these golden eggs only have a simple..."
After listening to Harry's words, Fleur and Hermione's reactions were not violent at all, and it could even be said that they were not surprised at all.
But when Harley was about to tell the correct answer, their faces changed instantly.
Fleur leaned over directly, grabbed Harley's hands, and tied them behind her to prevent her from resisting.
Hermione stood on tiptoes and covered Harry's mouth with both hands, preventing her from finishing the rest of her words.
"Harry, don't say that!" Fleur and Hermione said trying to look fierce.
"We know this puzzle is not challenging for you, but you must not tell us the correct answer right now!"
“Don’t stop us from having fun solving puzzles through our own efforts!”
And Hermione was still threatening that if Harry didn't nod in agreement, she and Fleur would never let her go.
But the two soon regretted it, because their methods of restraining Harley seemed so weak.
Harley also didn't use the extraordinary physical abilities derived from the Assassins.
She just used some of the skills she had honed in Backlund on Hermione's palm, restoring the "Skills in the Capital".
Hermione's face instantly turned red, and she hurriedly took her hand back, rubbing her palms constantly to relieve the itchy and numb feeling.
Fleur, on the other hand, was gently leaned back by Harry, using her waist to exert force, and directly turned against the guest.
The three of them kept talking and joking as they walked towards the castle.
At a certain point on the way back to the castle, Harry glanced at a big tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
On the big tree, a beetle was lying there, its eyes full of respect.
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After a while, shortly after Principal Kamo Michumi also passed through this inevitable road, the three warriors who were at the back came over.
The three of them were talking to each other all the way. They were obviously a little wary of each other, but they also wanted to get some valuable information through communication.
While passing by the trail at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, I suddenly remembered a small sound in the Forbidden Forest.
The three warriors stopped at the same time and looked over curiously. Catherine subconsciously held the wand in her pocket.
After all, she has been attending classes at Hogwarts during this period and has interacted with many students.
She learned from the students' chats that this so-called "forbidden forest" was very dangerous and contained many ferocious magical animals.
But what came out of the Forbidden Forest was not a savage beast, but a middle-aged witch wearing a bright green robe, gold-rimmed glasses, and a crocodile bracelet on her arm.
Of course, to a certain extent, she might be more dangerous than a scourge, but unfortunately the three warriors in front of them didn't know that.
They were just amused by the witch's weirdly curly hair and strange costume.
Rita held the special dark green quill and notebook with a greasy smile on her face:
"Guys, please wait a moment. I am Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the British Daily Prophet. Can I ask you a few questions?"
The warriors also remembered that the reporter in front of them had appeared in the previous wand inspection session and had conducted a simple interview.
However, the people interviewed at that time seemed to be mainly Harry Potter from Hogwarts and Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons.
Later newspapers also published lengthy praises featuring the two.
Thinking of this, Krum frowned and quietly took a step back.
He always hated this kind of interviews that were tailored to cater to him, and even more hated those wizards who kept flattering him.
Even when he was playing for the Bulgarian national Quidditch team, he only gave official interviews.
Rita noticed Krum's little movement, but didn't pay attention to him.
Normally, Rita would definitely have taken the initiative to go up to him and dig deeper into this big star.
After all, this kind of internationally renowned Quidditch star has enough traffic to attract enough attention.
As for the other two brave men, even if they were written, who would read them?
But today, Rita came with a mission.
Krum is not even a side dish, at best it is a mouthwash before a meal.
The two less famous warriors in front of him are his real goals.
Fortunately for Rita, the article about the last time she interviewed and praised Harley and Fleur worked.
These two warriors from Ilvermorny and Castrobushe obviously didn't know their reputation, so they happily won and waited to be interviewed.
Rita likes this kind of grievance the most, and she can dig out enough revelations during interviews.
Especially when the two of them cooperated so well and allowed her to successfully complete the task, it was a double love.
Rita cleared her throat and asked the first question:
"First of all, I would like to congratulate the two warriors for successfully completing the first event of the Six-Power Tournament."
"Then the first question I want to ask is, how difficult do you think today's competition is? How do you evaluate your performance?"
"Also, how did you feel when you faced the fire dragon? How do you feel when you walk out of the venue now?"
The two warriors looked at each other, and Catherine took the initiative to answer the question first.
The three of them were conducting interviews and conversations seriously, and seemed very normal.
After asking a few questions, Rita narrowed her eyes slightly and asked the question she had carefully prepared:
"Then there is one more question that I would like to get your answer to."
"I obviously noticed that in the competition, there is always a very obvious gap between the scores of one or two principals and other principals."
"So, do you think the referees are unfair in their scoring? How do you evaluate this?"
Catherine and Miguel, who had been completely off guard by the previous questions, spoke out their true thoughts without thinking too much.
Rita kept nodding her head, and at the same time glanced at the quill and notebook next to her where she was recording the conversation, and showed a satisfied smile.
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Harley didn't know how Rita was doing on her mission, but she didn't care.
On the way back to the castle, Harry also wanted to stop by Hagrid's hut.
However, this plan was quickly abandoned, because Hagrid seemed to have planned it beforehand, and was standing outside his hut inviting Ms. Maxim to enjoy the Blast-Ended Skrewt together.
At this time, he was still carrying a lot of uneaten walnuts, nuts and roasted pumpkin slices in his hands.
According to Hermione, Hagrid had cooked many snacks himself and seemed to have planned to share them with Ms. Maxim.
But who knew that Ms. Maxim ran to the referee's seat and sat down, so these snacks were basically cheap for herself and Gabri.
Although he didn't succeed while watching the competition, now that the first project is over, Hagrid feels that his opportunity has come again.
Harley said it was difficult for her to comment on this ultimate dog-licking behavior.
After all, the Immortal Witch is the ultimate fishing master, and she has never been an air force even in vast oceans like Backlund, Trier, or even the Five Seas.
When it comes to being a dog licker or something like that, except for special situations where it's just for fun, Harley has never played such a role.
For someone like Hagrid who had to throw away five kilograms of grain to make a nest, who wanted to tear his heart out and refused to listen to the advice of his friends, Harry could only wish him good luck.
Seeing that her principal was still chatting with others, Furong did not bother him.
The three of them agreed to gather in the Room of Requirement the next day and start preparing for the second competition event.
That night, Gryffindor held an extremely grand celebration banquet, which was even larger than the last time Harry chose the Warrior.
George and Fred raised a large sum of gold galleons from the Gryffindors, all of which were donated through the secret passage to Honeydukes Candy Shop and the Hog's Head Pub.
Although the butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks is cheap, the Hog’s Head is delicious!
And the Hog's Head Bar also offers fire whiskey and ice-cold champagne, which is something other bars can't do.
Fred and George also tried to encourage them to have a drink with Harry, but they were really not good at drinking and fell drunk after just two drinks.
But Harley was different. She drank one glass after another in front of everyone, and even performed the difficult operation of having a bottle of ice champagne right after drinking a bottle of fire whiskey.
You know, the same wizard originally designed these two wines, so he specially made a little easter egg when designing——
If you drink these two kinds of wine at the same time, the different temperature sensations associated with the two kinds of wine will not cancel each other out, but will become more intense.
At this time, the wizard who drinks these two kinds of wine at the same time can enjoy the extremely intense two worlds of ice and fire in his stomach.
The designer originally designed this kind of drinking method for those old drunkards who hang out in bars all year round. Ordinary adult wizards would not dare to try this kind of drinking easily.
And the seventh-year students in the Gryffindor common room basically only choose one kind of wine. After choosing Firewhiskey, they didn't dare to look at the iced champagne.
As a result, when Harry drank two bottles of wine in front of everyone, the Gryffindor common room suddenly burst into even more enthusiastic cheers.
In addition to celebrating Harley's huge score difference in the first event, the little wizards were also curious about the golden egg.
But when Harley opened the golden egg with a smirk, everyone covered their ears.
A shrill scream sounded from the golden egg, as if someone was scratching a blackboard with fingernails.
After hearing it just once, the Gryffindor little lions were no longer willing to take a step closer to the golden egg.
But Hermione was holding the golden egg with a thoughtful expression.
If she remembered correctly, at the death anniversary dinner of Sir Nicholas that she had attended, the music played by the ghost bands who came from all over the country was this extremely harsh sound.
Hermione suddenly wondered if the music had a special meaning.
But now there is still celebration in the Gryffindor common room, and Nearly Headless Nick is also celebrating with the little wizards.
So Hermione put the idea aside for now, planning to ask again tomorrow morning.
Harry couldn't help but shook his head after listening to Hermione's conjecture.
Forget it, Hermione isn't participating in the Six Wizards Tournament anyway, so let her guess.
Harry could tell at a glance that the only magic on the golden egg that might be related to the second competition event was a kind of medium magic——
This leads to the need for a medium to gain insight into the true meaning of the sound in the golden egg.
There was this kind of alchemy in the class that Nico asked Barbling to teach Harry, and it was much more advanced than the alchemy the Ministry of Magic had imposed on the golden egg.
So if Harley wanted to, she could directly violently change this magic and make the medium become air.
But... anyway, she could tell at a glance that the medium should be water, and the sound stored in the golden egg was the song of the mermaid living in the cold freshwater lake.
Water is so easy to find, why bother to change the magic on it?
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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)
I have a headache. Regarding the Christmas ball, I can only use a slightly blunt reason.
(End of chapter)
