"Poof... Hah..."Hermione got out of the water balloon wet, pulled the small quilt on the bed next to her, and looked at Egger who walked out of the water slowly in surprise: "Water? The second level is underwater? ”

Egg nodded: "That's right, underwater, any speculation?" ”

"Underwater... Singing..."Hermione paused, then looked up at Egger, "Merfolk? Is there a mermaid in the Black Lake? ”

"That's right." Iger nodded: "Your second level is to search for people underwater, and the time limit is one hour. ”

Hermione nodded, suppressing the surprise in her heart.

"You don't have any ideas?" Egg lifted his eyelids.

"I'll soak my head." Hermione lifted her smooth little chin in triumph.

"You're going to freeze to death." Egg glanced at Hermione: "In the Black Lake at the end of February, the water temperature will definitely freeze to death, not to mention staying underwater for an hour, the bubble head spell is not very useful, once you are frozen and stiff, a palm-sized Grindillo can easily drown you." ”

Hermione was stunned: "Then I should..."

"Gills." Iger shrugged his shoulders and gave the most appropriate answer.

Hermione was suddenly discouraged: "You made this level less difficult at all, so I have no value at all..."

"Of course not, your value is your execution." Egg shook his head: "I said before that cheating is a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament, and this is not lying to you, do you think... A teenage wizard can snatch an egg from under the dragon's ass when he first sees it unscathed? ”

"It's a bit unrealistic," Hermione opened her mouth.

"That's right." Egger nodded: "Others will not rely on their own ability to get clues, but this does not mean that you are worthless, your value is that you can execute the plan well." ”

As soon as Iger said this, Hermione suddenly felt that she was also quite good.

In fact, it's really good.,But the little girl's comparison goal has never been right.,Compared with humans.,But she has to compare with demons...

……

"Potter! Weasley! Can you concentrate a little bit? Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice resounded like a whip in the classroom, causing Harry and Ron to look up.

"If you really have to test your swordsmanship in my class......" Professor McGonagall looked at the fake wand in Harry and Ron's hands as he compared his sword, "Then I'd be happy to find you a sword teacher!" Mr. Morissus? ”

"I'm here for you," Egg grinned, pulling out a Mithril staff sword...

Porphyry~

The fake wand in Ron's hand turned into a tinned parrot, and the fake wand in Harry's hand turned into a rubbery haddock...

"I please, both of you! Porter! And Weasley! Can you behave in a way that is commensurate with your age? Professor McGonagall said, glancing at the two of them.

As the words fell, the fish's head in Harry's hand fell silently, and it fell to the floor with a soft clatter—just now Ron's parrot's sharp beak pecked it off......

Iger looked at the cod's head hanging on the ground, as if he had been touched by a strange laugh, and he couldn't help laughing, and the demonic laughter echoed in the classroom, and Professor McGonagall looked at it with a black line.

Glancing at Egger fiercely, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and patted the faculty desk in front of her, "I have a few words to say to all of you..."

"The Christmas Ball is just around the corner – it's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests." Professor McGonagall's voice fell, and the students in the classroom began to whisper quietly.

From time to time, the girls let out a burst of suppressed screams of excitement, and most of the boys looked at each other in embarrassment, as if whoever made the first statement would be taken for a freak.

All in all, the boys are a little embarrassed.

Egg looked at the boys beside him who didn't care and sneered silently, this is fourteen years old, if this is twenty-four years old, it should be this group of boys who will scream excitedly...

"Well, the dance is only open to students from the fourth grade onwards – but you can invite a junior if you wish." Professor McGonagall motioned for the students to be quiet.

Lavender Brown let out a shrill giggle, as if his IQ was not on the line for a moment, and he turned his head to look in Ron's direction and grinned like an idiot, Ron was almost hairy by her...

"She'd like to wait for you to invite—" Harry stretched out his elbow and snuggled Ron.

"Don't do that, we haven't established a relationship yet, I always feel like she's a little scary..."Ron muttered awkwardly.

"Of course, you're going to have to put on your gowns and robes for the ball," Professor McGonagall continued, "and the ball will take place in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas night and end at twelve o'clock at midnight. Listen--"

The older cat lady looked at the class calmly: "The Christmas ball will undoubtedly give us the opportunity... Kindness... Spread your hair and relax yourself..."

Professor McGonagall's tone was disapproving, but Egg looked at the 10,000-year-old bun on Professor McGonagall's head, and laughed out loud...

I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, I tried my best...

Please forgive me...

Clams clams~

Professor McGonagall's face darkened as a demonic goose laughed in the classroom, and Hermione hurriedly reached out and tugged at Egg's sleeve under the desk, signaling him to stop his death.

Finally, Lavender couldn't help but laugh along with Egger's laughter, and the students in the room burst into laughter.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, she waved her wand helplessly, and the mouths of the students in the class were suddenly stitched shut by an inexplicable force, except for Egg, who was a group of people with high magic resistance, who was still panting with a deep laugh.

"Mr. Moritisus?" Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"Hahaha hiccup~ ahem... I'm sorry, I was just a little out of breath...", Egger stopped laughing.

"Even though you can relax properly at the ball, that doesn't mean you can debauch yourself." Professor McGonagall gave Egg another hard look...

"We're going to relax the rules on students, but I'm going to be very sad if one of the Gryffindor students disgraces the school in any way." Professor McGonagall said solemnly.

"Heartbreaking? Why is it painful? Ron muttered in confusion.

Iger thoughtfully explained to Ron: "The memorial service, of course it hurts..."

Ron: "......"

Damn, is it so dangerous to go to a prom now?

Egg gave Ron a blank look, joking, the person who pays the most attention to honor in the school is this strict and serious old cat lady, thinking that he would cut Gryffindor by 150 points with a large slice in his hand, that is not a joke!

"Who are you going to invite?" Ron turned to look at Harry.

Harry shrugged, "Of course it's Ginny..."

Who else can I invite? Six brothers-in-law, what else do you want from me? What else can I do?

"What about you?" Harry looked at Ron.

"I—" Ron glanced hesitantly in Lavender's direction, "I haven't thought about it yet..."

"Ahem..."Hermione coughed twice as she listened to the conversation between the two, leaning in Egg's direction nonchalantly, and raised her chin slightly.

Harry: "......"

Ron: "......"

I'm so envious, Nima's...