Marilyn came in second with a high score of 45 points, and if it weren't for Karkaroff's lack of beating, she would have scored even higher.

She stood in front of the stage smiling brightly and waving to the audience.

She was very satisfied with the second place, and for Catherine, Marilyn was not at all jealous. Jealousy would arise from someone like Fleur, who was similar to her, but Catherine, an existence that was very different from her no matter how she looked at it, was something she could only look up to.

So, if you can get a second place, you will be satisfied!

"Harry! What's going on? Hermione yelled in a low voice, "Why did Mr. Bagman forget about you, even though you're forty-five?" ”

"That's right, Harry!" Ron whispered, then stood up, "I'll go talk to Mr. Bagman, what's going on......"

With that, he walked up behind Mr. Bagman and whispered something, but the voices in the room were too loud to hear the two of them, and after a while, Ron walked back and made an OK gesture to Harry.

"After talking to him, let's just wait." Ron said with a frown, still a little complaining that Mr. Bagman had forgotten about his good brother.

It took a while for Mr. Bagman to exclaim, "Oh...... Sorry, I forgot that, ouch, what a super-huge mistake - Miss Chabanor is tied for second with Mr. Harry Potter from Hogwarts! He also scored forty-five points! Let's congratulate him! ”

Harry quickly stood up and walked to the front of the stage, his eyes kept looking at the Gryffindor's side, where the Gryffindor seat had become a sea of joyous golden-red.

The little lions called out Harry's name and sent him their sincerest wishes.

When the cries had subsided, Mr. Bagman continued to shout: "Then, in third place, Mr. Vasily Petrenko from Durmstran!" His final score was - forty-four! Let's congratulate him! ”

After the cheers, Mr. Bagman mentioned the next players separately, with Victor in fourth place with 43 points, and Cedric and Fleur in joint fifth, both with 42 points.

And Mr. Bagman, who was seated at the guest of honor, looked overjoyed, as if he had just successfully crossed a fire dragon.

"Alright, I only have a few words to say," Mr. Bagman said to the Warriors after waiting for everyone to calm down, "and the second project will begin at half past nine in the morning on February 24 next year, and you will have a long rest before that—but we will leave you with some questions to consider. ”

At this point, Mr. Bagman pointed to the golden eggs that Fleur was holding in his arms and said, "Look down at the golden eggs that each of you is holding in your hands, and you will see that they can be opened—do you see the seams there?" It's the one that's pretty dark and thin, well, it's a little bit inconspicuous, and I must say that you have to unravel the clues provided in the egg - that will tell you what the second item is. ”

"I think you can be well prepared in this almost half a year! So, you're all clear, right? No problem? Okay, you can leave the arena in an orderly manner, and I hope you take all the things you have left in your seats with you, so that you don't have to come back and look for them. ”

Halfway through, Harry was stopped by Rita Skeeter, who was excited to catch up.

Harry was visibly caught off guard, and he didn't know what to do with this annoying reporter who liked to make big news. And Rita Skeeter's eyes were flashing with excitement, and she kept roaming Ron, Hermione, and Harry, probably having typed tens of thousands of words in her heart, the kind about a threesome love triangle.

"Hello Ms. Skeeter, goodbye Ms. Skeeter." Harry said as he snapped, pulling Hermione and Ron away at a rapid pace.

He didn't want to be interviewed by Ms. Skeeter anymore, and God knows what kind of bullshit this old bitch could put out on it.

After being dumped by Harry, Rita found Louis in the back.

"You mean, you want to interview Catherine?" Louis immediately understood Rita's purpose.

Rita nodded incessantly, saying that it was her greatest honor to be able to interview Catherine.

"Then tomorrow morning, we're busy today." Louis set a time for the interview, and Rita didn't dare to object, so she could only nod her head in agreement.

Instead of rushing back to the office, the two of them followed Draco's advice and made a trip back to Slytherin's common room. Sure enough, when they entered Slytherin's common room, there was another round of uproar and cheers. Both the table and the chairs were piled up with a mountain of cakes, jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.

Crabbe and Goyle set off some laborious fireworks in the break room, decorating the air with stars and sparks. I don't know who found a special painter, and on the banner hung high, painted a Hungarian tree bee crouching on the ground, presumably Draco's handiwork.

By the time Catherine placed the golden egg on the table, the cheers were even louder, and the whole Slytherin room was as lively as a Gryffindor.

"Oh my god, it's pretty heavy." Pansy picked up the golden egg that Catherine had placed on the table, weighed it with her hand a few times, and said eagerly, "Open it up and take a look, Miss Worray, I heard the host Mr. Ludo Bagman say that the clue to the next project is in this golden egg, can you let everyone see what's inside?" ”

Catherine did not object, and today she was in a good mood, so she simply granted their request.

"All right, Pansy, Miss Worley agrees." Draco grinned and said, "Open it up, let's see what's inside?" ”

What they didn't notice was that Louis stretched out his hands to plug his ears, and touched Catherine with his legs. Catherine saw Louis's movements and instantly understood what was going on, she cast an earbud listening spell on herself, and looked at the people in front of her as if nothing had happened.

Pansy pulled her fingernails into a groove in the golden egg and pried it open with all her might.

It was empty, there was nothing—but the moment Pansy opened it, a terrible, shrill scream filled the room, and Louis felt as if he'd heard something like it—oh, yes, like the sound of an iron drill scratching hard against a tin sheet, and it made my teeth ache.

"Quick! Shut it off! Draco clutched his ears.

The closest to the golden egg, Crabbe and Goyle, whose faces were on before Pansy opened the golden egg, had already collapsed to the ground unconscious under the stimulation of the screams. Pansy was still composed, and she quickly closed the golden egg back together, which stopped the tooth-sore sound.

Daphne Greengrass looked at the closed golden egg with a pale face, and asked, "What the hell is this, oh my God, it's like a female ghost on Halloween is screaming, the next project won't be a female ghost guarding the gate, right?" Looks like it's going to be that kind of ......."

"Probably not," her sister Astoria thought for, "I think it should be ............ given the level of screaming in this voice A test of the Diamond Spell? ”

"Oh don't be stupid, Astoria." Draco covered his face and said, "It's not legal, they can't use the Soul Curse on the warriors - I think it sounds like someone is singing - like Crabbe or Goyle singing, I've had the pleasure of seeing them both horrible-"

As he said this, Draco lengthened his voice and did not continue, and his face showed a look of heart, obviously shocked by the two of them's singing voices.

The psychological shadow of childhood belongs to yes.

Draco's conjecture is indeed not bad - the golden egg is actually a song, but it can't just be opened and listened to like this.

After the first project, it is possible to keep the model of the little dragon. Not knowing what magic was applied, Catherine's Hungarian tree bee came to life as if it were alive. Catherine was not interested in the little dragon, so she gave it to Elizabeth. Yin Lizabeth obviously inherited the violent gene of the old London Zhengmi flag in her bones, and she can't put down this kind of little pet, which can be called inseparable, even if she sleeps, she has to cuddle it.

There is also Harry who has the same problem as Elizabeth, and he treats his little Norwegian spiny dragon in the same way, and the two often get together to exchange details about raising pets when they are idle, from the little dragon to Quidditch, then to finding the ball, and finally to riding their respective firebow arrows to go out for a battle.

Harry had to admit that there were people outside the sky, and Elizabeth's flying talent was definitely rare in the world.

The next day, Rita came over to interview Catherine as scheduled, and it was quite decent, and she didn't make anything outrageous, of course, it was possible that Louis's eyes were too amiable on the side.

November flies by, the Scottish Highlands in December are often squally windy, this year the rain and snow are also frequent, and there is often a breeze in the castle, blowing on the body, cold at the tip of the heart.

Fortunately, the walls of the castle were thick, and the hot fire could also dispel the chill of the students, and compared to the big ship where Karkaroff lived, which swayed in the wind and waves, Hogwarts was very warm.

On more than one occasion, Durmstrang's classmates were glad that they did not live on the ship with Karkaroff, but were scattered to live in the lounges of the various colleges. Enjoying a snack over a fire by the fireplace in the academy lounge, sipping steaming butterbeer, and thinking of the ship's cold winter shuttlecock Headmaster Karkaroff, Durmstrang's classmates couldn't help but mourn for him for half a second before raising their glasses to celebrate.

Madame Maxime's manger was constantly served with malt whiskey, and the smell of wine wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable, which made the heads of the students who went to the Magical Beasts protection class dizzy.

"Hagrid's spring is coming." Louis whispered pertinently.

"How do you know?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"I just know." Louis had a look of wisdom bead in his hand, and then he saw the fried tail snail feed that Hagrid was holding, and his face froze.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating, alas." Hagrid told the shivering classmates in the pumpkin patch, "But we might as well give it a try and see if they're asleep......

The large box in front of the classmates was covered with fluffy blankets and pillows, and the fried tail snails were lying quietly in it, contrary to the previous temperament of not accepting it. Seamus looked at the snail and asked loudly, "Professor Hagrid, I have a question......

"Ah, it's Seamus." Hagrid ran his hand through his messy beard, "You say." ”

"How do we determine if the snail is hibernating, and how do we try?" Seamus asked hesitantly.

Draco immediately said, "Oh, I know that. He looked at Hagrid with a malicious smile and said, "Maybe Professor Hagrid meant to let us reach out and test it, and if the hand is missing, it means that the fried tail snail is not hibernating; If your hands are still there, they are really asleep......"

As soon as Draco's words ended, the classmates burst into laughter.

Nobody wants to give Hagrid face - after all, the snails are so bad.

As soon as the words fell, the tail snail in the first box suddenly made a beeping explosion from its tail, and it kept exploding its fire-breathing tail, blowing a hole in the box. The classmates immediately stepped back, and the fried tail snail lifted the box with a thud, revealing its gray, black, and greasy body, as well as its disgusting tentacles and suction cups.

Draco was startled, he was the closest to the snail. He subconsciously drew his wand and aimed it at the snail to send out a series of sparks, trying to scare it away. At the same time, the remaining nine conchs also jumped in from behind, and Harry immediately stepped forward with Ron, and learned from Draco to use his wand to shoot sparks at the conch.

"Hey! Don't scare them! Hagrid was in a hurry, those fried snails were his treasures.

"I think we're scared, Hagrid." Draco said loudly, using Mars to force a snail into a corner, then clasping it with a crate.

Louis was not idle, he used Transfiguration to conjure up large hands, and pinched the remaining snails back into the box one by one - he subconsciously used a little force, and those pinched snails looked a little wilted.

He controlled his strength well, not only did no serious damage to the snails, but also managed to eliminate some of their vitality.

Draco and Ron were sprayed with snails to varying degrees, and their clothes and pants were burned with several holes; Harry was more serious, he accidentally got sprayed on the arm by a spark, and his wand fell to the ground and he almost stepped on it.

Harry picked up his wand and touched his old buddy with some distress, and it wasn't until he was caught that he felt himself burned, grinning in pain.

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