Sure enough, when they entered the common room in Greenington, the room erupted in cheers and shouts once again.

The house was filled with mountain-high cakes, bottles with pumpkin sauce and butterbeer.

Lee Jordan had already lit Dr. Felibst's heatless fireworks, so the air was filled with starlight sparks. Director Thomas, who was good at drawing, had raised a striking new flag, which showed most of Harry hovering over the tail dragon head in his rocket, and one or two of Cedric's head on fire.

Harry ate to his heart's content, almost forgetting what hunger was.

Then sit with Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione.

He couldn't believe he was so happy: with Ron by his side, he had already completed his first mission, and he wouldn't have a second mission in three months.

"Merlin's beard, this one is heavy. "Lee. Jordan said. He held up a golden egg and held it in his hand as it was left on the table by Harry.

"Open it, Harry, let's see what's inside!"

"He should find out the clues himself," Hermione replied quickly. "That's the rules of the game......"

"I should figure out how to defeat that dragon on my own. Harry muttered, only Hermione could hear, so she smiled guiltily.

"yes, let's go, Harry, let's go!" a few people chimed in.

"Hermione, do you believe me?" said Van Lin secretly.

"Why do you ask?" Hermione looked at Van Lin strangely.

"I found something interesting, about the egg. Van Lin said secretly that he wanted to make sure no one heard.

"So, you cover your ears, and trust me, it's better to seal it with magic. ”

Hermione nodded, and a smile fell on the girl's face......

Van Lin always felt that he had opened the door to a new world for Hermione, and then ......

And then...... Lee handed the egg to Harry, who stuck his fingernails into the groove and drew a circle along the groove before picking it open.

There was nothing in the egg, empty, completely empty - but the moment Harry opened it, there was a most terrible sound, a loud and high-pitched cry that filled the room. It reminded Harry of the mindless Nick ghost orchestra he had heard of at the Death Party, where they often played musical masterpieces.

"Close it!" Fred roared, cloaking his hands over his ears.

"What's that?" said Finigan. He stared at the egg before Harry slammed it shut again.

"Sounds like a female ghost...... That could be your next target, Harry!"

"Someone seems to be being tortured!" Neville said. His face had turned pale, and the peeled sausages had rolled to the ground, "You're going to have to fight the curse of Kruhiltes!?"

"Don't be stupid, that's illegal. George said. "They won't curse with Krumbletus. I thought it sounded like Percy was singing...... Maybe you can sneak up on him while he's in the shower, Harry. ”

This is probably Percy's truest portrayal, in fact, in the entire Weasley family, only Ron can sing well, and the rest ......

Percy sings like a male duck croaking, and Fred yells many times for Percy to move in with the ghouls on the roof.

"Want a jam pie, Hermione?" said Fried.

Hermione looked suspiciously at the box Fred handed her, and Fred grinned toothily.

"Well, look at me," he said, "I haven't touched them, you see, it's custard—"

Neville had just taken a bite of the cream and choked and had to spit it out.

Fried smiled. "Neville, that's just a little joke of mine......"

Hermione took a piece of jam pie and said, "These are all from the kitchen, Fred?"

"Yes," Fried said with a smile to him. Then he imitated a servant elf in a strange and high-pitched tone: "We can do anything for you, sir, anything!"

"They are really useful...... If I said I was hungry, they would bring me a roast cow. ”

"How did you get there?" asked Hermione casually.

"It's easy," said Fried, and behind the sealed door was a picture of a bowl of fruit. You just scratch that pear and it giggles, and—" He stopped, looking at her quizzially, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Hermione replied quickly.

"Shall we go and bring the maid elves out for a strike?" said George, "and stop making any more leaflets, and find a way to get them to join the demonstration?"

Several people laughed out loud, but Hermione said nothing.

"Don't always them off, you should tell them they'll get clothes and wages!"

Fred said warningly. "You should advise them to cook!"

At this point, Neville transforms into a large canary. "Oh, I'm sorry, Neville!" Fred cried, laughing, "I forgot—the custard cream was spelled by us. ”

In a few moments, Neville transformed, and when his feathers fell off, he was back to his original form, and he was still laughing with the others.

"Canary cream!" Fried shouted to the excited crowd, "George and I invented it—seven copper nats each, deal!"

By the time Harry walked to the dorm with Ron, Neville, Finigan, and Dean, it was nearly one o'clock in the morning.

It was strange why Van Lin hadn't followed, but Harry didn't care.

It's an everyday thing, and Vanlin always has things to do, and Harry wants to relax more than that.

Before closing the curtains on the bed of the four posters, Harry placed a small model of his Hungarian horn-tailed dragon on the table next to the bed, and the thing yawned, curled up, and closed his eyes.

Really, Harry thought, and when he closed the curtains, Harry thought...... And they were right, really, those dragons......

However, this is not the end for Van Lin.

From Hermione's tone, Van Lin naturally sensed something unusual.

Hermione wanted to see the house-elves, and that was a strong desire.

Sure enough, before the party was over, Hermione sneaked out while people weren't looking.

Fan Lin sighed helplessly, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he secretly followed......

Truth be told, it's like being a thief, and Hermione is in the middle of the night......