"Finally, we have one more important thing to announce – although the results of the third race have nothing to do with the results of the fourth, in any case, we should not forget that we have a third race to come. ”

The third game?

And this amazing thing?

Alan was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that there seemed to be a few golden eggs in his hand that had never been opened.

yes - if all else goes wrong, he'll probably have to go to the lake and bring them back the next time.

That's right, the third game is in the black lake of the school, go to the fishman's hands, bring back the person who drank the potion, and then win the game.

Alan couldn't help but want to scold the person who came up with the process of this cheating game.

It's still January! The temperature at Hogwarts isn't enough to freeze, but there's no doubt that it's definitely below zero—in this kind of bad weather, go around the lake and bring back the potions drinker? Is that the reason why the school has boiled too much cold potion?

What's even more speechless is not going down to the lake to save people - but that this game is still the same pit audience as before!

On a cold day, instead of guarding the fireplace to bake the fire over there, instead going to the lake where it is a few minutes wetter than other places to watch the game, and the scene of this pit daddy's competition is still at the bottom of the lake, and it won't be seen anyway, is this what it means for everyone to hurt each other?

You can see a Peeves here!

Just when Allen's side suddenly remembered the third game and complained, the person next to him suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Alan, do you have any eyebrows for the game?"

Eyebrows, does it count as hurting each other?

However, before the test is confirmed, it is still not convenient for Alan to use the guessed information - the Triwizard Tournament has become what it is now, and who knows if the person who designed the competition program will change the third game?

You know, the scale of the fourth race has expanded like that, and it is absolutely impossible for the fifth race to remain the same in theory, which would be too anticlimactic - anyway, Allen knows from his own dean whether the fifth game needs to be held at the moment, and the matter is currently quite debated, after all, if the Germans have done everything they promised, the result of the fourth race is likely to be the final result- After all, if you make a new competition, it is easy to look down on the small scale of the competition, and if it is large, the budget is a very serious problem, after all, the Triwizard Tournament is not a game like the Quidditch World Cup.

Dumbledore had finished speaking, and after a few more instructions, he had the group disbanded - it was not an easy journey to London from all over the world and back on the Hogwarts Express, and it took so long to get back to school, it was time to wash up and go back to rest.

Unfortunately, the principal's kindness doesn't seem to be well known to the students.

It's okay for the lower grades.,Quite obedient and well-behaved.,Just do whatever you want.,Even the order to go back to the lounge is the standard of abnormal execution.,But it's different for the senior grades- Approaching adults, they already have enough energy to stay up late once in a while, especially when there is an unusually large amount of news just now, and almost all of them are walking along the way and having heated discussions with friends who have not seen each other for a long time about the speeches at the banquet, especially the battle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, which has several versions circulating among the students at this moment.

It's a pity that no one guessed the point...

"Alan, aren't you going back?"

"No, I'm a little tired today, I'm going to take a shower, I'm going to go to bed early today. Alan casually answered his roommate's question - anyway, he didn't need them to help maintain order now, and he was going to take advantage of this skill to remember things to deal with the problem in the golden egg.

Anyway, there are so many golden eggs in your hand, you can't say that the game will be completely dependent on temporary play, right? Although the temporary play is also quite stable, but it is a game related to a thousand Galleons and school honors, and there is nothing wrong with being serious, even if there is a game that can beat everyone up, it can't be overturned now!

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Prefect was a rather important position, as it was a position that assisted the professors in school affairs and was personally appointed by Dumbledore.

For this reason, the prefects have a very high salary, for example, there is a prefect's box on the train, for example, in the school bathroom, there is a king-size bathroom reserved for the prefect.

As far as the bathroom décor is concerned, Alan is super satisfied, even after hundreds of uses—a luxurious chandelier lit with candles casts a warm soft light into the room, and everything is made of snow-white marble, including the one in the middle, which sinks into the ground, which resembles a rectangular swimming pool. There are about 100 golden faucets on the edge of the bath, each with a different colored gemstone on the handle, and a diving board in the deep water on the other side of the bath.

The bathroom window is covered with snow-white linen curtains – but when you open the curtains, you can't see any view. A large pile of fluffy white towels sat in a corner, and on the wall hung only a painting, set in a gilded frame, of a beautiful mermaid who did not conform to logic or reason. - Of course, if you have to raise the bar to raise the luxury level, there is actually a female ghost in the bathroom...

Alan has been able to enjoy this treatment since last year - for this reason, he deliberately chased Myrtle away several times before his first bath in the prefect's private bathroom, and released a specific spell to drive her away before each bath.

I can't help it, I have to be judged by a ghost when I take a shower, it's a shame, if Myrtle is so idle and tell Peevi or something, Alan believes that Peeves is a master of death and would rather choose to be revenged by himself to stand guard in an empty classroom for a few months and choose to take revenge - no matter how much more the song is sung, then everything will be ruined.

Luckily, Allen was in a good hurry, and no one was there, so no one bothered to do some experiments.

"Well, that's pretty much it—there's not the slightest problem with the length of the candle, so no one should bother, and if those guys secretly change the properties of the golden egg, there won't be any accidental injuries. Alan said as he took off most of his clothes, and then suddenly remembered that something seemed to be a void on the wall—the mermaid was awake and in a state of pretending to be asleep.

"Impolite boy, you're blocking my eyes again! You're the worst prefect Hogwarts has had in hundreds of years!" the mermaid snorted disapprovingly, as if protesting against the rudeness of Alan's side - she was the only painting to hang in the bathroom, protected by the permanent magic unleashed by an unknown top wizard, and even the bathroom had not been damaged for hundreds of years.

"Thanks for the compliment—you and Myrtle have seen enough boys bathing, I don't think I'm one of them. Alan replied with an unchanged expression.

Well, now it's time to crack the secret of the golden egg - but for now, take a shower.

Alan slowly soaked himself in the water, turned on the faucet of the bubble bath, leaned over there relaxedly, and after waving his hand, the golden egg placed there flew into his hand.

Well, next, soak the golden egg in the water, and then bury your head in it, and you can hear the golden egg singing, right?

Alan did not hesitate to submerge the golden egg in water, then held his breath, and the whole person got into the water, followed the crack in the water, and then slowly opened the golden egg.

A shrill scream came from the water, pierced through the water, spread rapidly in the empty bath, echoed and oscillated between the marble walls, and constituted a noise that made people want to smash things in the next second.

Damn, the golden egg has really been changed!