As they walked into the Gryffindor common room, there was another round of cheers and uproar. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tables and chairs were piled with mountains of cakes, and jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.

Lee Jordan set off some laborious fireworks, and many stars and sparks flashed in the air.

Dean Thomas, who is a skilled painter, hangs several eye-catching new banners, including Ron flying around a Chinese fireball with a flaming bolt, and Evan defeating a dragon with a magical barrier to fend off the flames.

The huge banner in the center kept changing, and on it, Aven stood alone from the crowd, wand held aloft.

Opposite him was a monstrous dragon, fanged and spitting flames from its mouth.

In the next second, the screen changed, and the dragon flew backwards like a bug

Underneath the banner, all of the Gryffindors celebrated, laughing and eating delicious food.

Everyone came over to talk to Evan and Ron, asked for more details, and many thanked Evan for it.

They were in the stands at the time, and if Evan hadn't saved them, they might have been hit by a fireball.

Ron wasn't so nervous anymore that he passed the first project, and the second project wouldn't be faced until three months later.

"Oh my God, this thing is pretty heavy!" Lee Jordan said, holding the golden egg on the table, weighing it with both hands.

"Of course, I dare say, this must be pure gold!"

"Open it up, Ron, let's see what's inside!"

"Come on, open it!" several people responded.

"Alright!" muttered Ron, curious.

He took the golden egg from Lee and pried it open with his fingernails through a groove in the golden egg.

It was empty and there was nothing.

But the moment Ron opened it, a terrifying, shrill scream filled the room.

They'd only heard a similar sound at Nick's death party before, the noise of the Ghost Band playing with a saw.

"Close it!" Fred yelled with his hands over his ears.

Ron slammed the golden egg shut, gasping for air.

"What's that?"

"It's all horrible noise, maybe the guy you'll have to deal with on the next project. ”

"It's like a ghost's cry, Ron, you might have to pass by a ghost next time!" said Seamus Finigan.

"No, it looks like someone is being tortured, screaming in pain!" Neville said, his face pale, spilling the sausage meat all over the floor, and looking at Ron uneasily, "You—you're dealing with the Mind Drill Curse!"

"Don't be stupid, Neville, it's not legal!" said George, "they can't say the Diamond Curse on the Warriors, I think it's a bit like Percy singing, maybe you're going to attack him while he's showering." ”

"Haha, in a sense, Percy is even more terrifying than the fire dragon. ”

The noise was the mermaid's song, and it would only work if the golden egg was placed under the water, but Evan didn't say it.

After a bit of speculation, Ron put the golden egg away.

He is ready to think about it on his own without relying on everyone's help, and solve this puzzle alone as a warrior.

After passing the baptism of the fire dragon, Ron did have a lot of growth.

Whether he succeeds or not, it's a good sign.

"Let's talk about something else, don't sit around like that, and have a brioche, Hermione?"

Hermione looked suspiciously at the plate he handed over, and Fred grinned maliciously.

"Don't worry!" he said, "I didn't do anything to them, what you need to watch out for are the cookies......"

Neville had just taken a bite of the biscuit, choking at the words and spitting it out.

Fred and George laughed and looked at Neville.

"I'm just kidding, Neville......"

"Speaking of which!" Hermione picked up a brioche, "You guys got these things from the kitchen, Fred?!"

"yes. Fred said, looking at her with a grin.

He stifled a shrill voice, like a house elf, "We can prepare everything for you, sir, anything! They are so enthusiastic, they will roast me a cow as soon as I say I'm a little hungry." ”

"How did you get in?" asked Hermione in a casual tone.

"It's very convenient!" said Fred, "and there is a door hidden behind the picture of a bowl of fruit, and if you scratch the pear, it will eat and laugh, and then ......."

He stopped suddenly, looking at her warily.

"What's the matter, why are you asking this?"

"Nothing. Hermione said quickly.

"And you want to lead the house-elves out on strike, don't you?!" asked George, "are you going to give up those leaflets and all that kind of play, and mobilize them to rebel?"

A few people were amused and giggled, but Hermione didn't answer.

With what Evan knew about her, it was clear that Hermione had intended so.

"Don't mess with their minds and tell them they have to get dressed and paid!" Fred warned Hermione, kicking Evan lightly under the table, "You're going to make them not want to cook!"

As for fighting for the rights of the house-elves, Evan couldn't convince Hermione to give up.

Moreover, he had made it clear that he would support her, although Evan didn't actually do anything.

At this moment, Neville suddenly turned into a large canary, temporarily distracting everyone.

"Yo, I'm sorry, Neville!" Fred shouted to the laughter of everyone, jumping up to Hermione, "I forgot, this is our enchanted cookie, the finished canary cookie!"

In less than a minute, Neville had shed his feathers, and when all the feathers were gone, he looked completely normal again.

He even laughed out loud with the others, thinking the shape-shifting cookie was funny.

George explained to Evan that he and Fred had been experimenting with it since the summer, making improvements, and that the finished products they were now bringing out were more interesting and more interesting than the last time they had seen the shape-shaped candy that gave Dudley a pig's tail.

"Come on, it's a canary cookie!" Fred shouted to the emotionally charged crowd, "the latest product that George and I invented, the most perfect deformation, seven silver sicos a piece, now start pre-ordering, it's very cheap!"

Interested young wizards ordered from him, and Weasley's joke was now very popular.

When a new product appears, the supply often exceeds the supply, and many people even buy it and turn around and resell it to students in other colleges.

Some time ago, Fred and George had even discussed with Evan about promoting among the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons in order to open up foreign markets, and I don't know how the two of them are doing. (To be continued.) )