I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Marilyn ranked second with a score of forty-five points. If Karkaroff hadn't been beaten, her score would have been higher.

She stood in front of the stage with a bright smile and waved to the audience.

She was very satisfied with her second place result. Marilyn couldn't be jealous of Catherine at all. People like Fleur who were similar to her would still be jealous, but Catherine, who was very different from her no matter what angle she looked at, was something she could only look up to.

Therefore, I will be satisfied if I can get second place!

"Harry! What's going on?" Hermione growled in a low voice, "Obviously you are also forty-five points, why did Mr. Bagman forget you?"

"That's right, Harry!" Ron whispered, then stood up, "I'll go find Mr. Bagman and tell him what happened..."

After that, he walked behind Mr. Bagman and whispered something, but the sound in the venue was so noisy that he couldn't hear the exchange between the two of them. After a while, Ron came back and said to He gave Harry an OK gesture.

"After talking to him, we can just wait." Ron said with a frown. He still complained a little that Mr. Bagman had forgotten about his good brother.

After a while, Mr. Bagman shouted loudly: "Oh... I'm sorry, I forgot one thing. Oops, this is really a super, super, huge mistake - the person who tied for second place with Miss Chabanol is from Hogg Mr. Harry Potter from Watts! He also scored forty-five points! Let us congratulate him!"

Harry quickly stood up and walked to the front of the stage. His eyes were always looking at the Gryffindor side. The Gryffindor seat had turned into a sea of ​​golden and red joy.

The little lions called Harry's name loudly and sent him their most sincere blessings.

When the shouts gradually subsided, Mr. Bagman continued to shout: "Then, the third place is Mr. Vasily Petrenko from Durmstrang! His final score is - forty-four points !Let us congratulate him!”

After the cheers ended, Mr. Bagman mentioned the following contestants respectively. Viktor ranked fourth with 43 points, and tied for fifth place were Cedric and Fleur, both of whom scored 42 points.

Mr. Bagman, who was sitting at the guest of honor seat, looked overjoyed, as if he had successfully passed through a fire dragon just now.

"Okay, I only have a few words to say," Mr. Bagman said to the warriors after everyone calmed down. "The second project will start at 9:30 am on February 24th next year. , before that, you can rest for a long time - but we have to leave some questions for you to consider."

At this point, Mr. Bagman pointed to the golden eggs held in Fleur's arms and said: "If you look down at the golden eggs you are holding in each hand, you will find that they can be opened - do you see the seams there? ? It’s the very dark and thin one, well, it’s a bit inconspicuous, I must say, you must solve the clues provided in the egg – that will tell you what the second project is.”

"I think you can make adequate preparations in this nearly half a year! So, you all understand, right? No problem? Okay, everyone can leave the stadium in an orderly manner. I hope you will stay in your seats. Bring all your belongings with you so that you don’t have to come back to look for them again.”

Halfway there, Harry was intercepted by Rita Skeeter, who was catching up excitedly.

Harry was obviously caught off guard. He didn't know how to deal with this annoying reporter who liked to make big news. And Rita Skeeter's eyes were flashing with excitement as she kept wandering around Ron, Hermione and Harry. She probably had already written tens of thousands of words in her mind about the threesome's love triangle. kind of.

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter, goodbye Ms. Skeeter." Harry said quickly, grabbing Hermione and Ron and running away quickly.

He didn't want to be interviewed by Ms. Skeeter again, God knew what kind of shit that old bitch could pull off.

After being dumped by Harry, Rita found Louis behind.

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

Rita kept nodding and said that it was her greatest honor to be able to interview Catherine.

"Then tomorrow morning, we are very busy today." Louis set the interview time, and Rita did not dare to object, so she could only nod in agreement.

Instead of rushing back to the office, the two of them followed Draco's suggestion and went back to the Slytherin common room first. Sure enough, when they walked into the Slytherin lounge, there was once again loud noise and cheers. Both the table and the chairs were piled with mountains of cake, as well as jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.

Crabbe and Goyle set off some laborious fireworks in the common room, filling the air with stars and sparks. I don’t know who hired a special painter to draw a Hungarian Horntail squatting on the ground on the banner hung high, probably by Draco.

When Catherine placed the golden egg on the table, the cheers became even more enthusiastic, and the entire Slytherin lounge was as lively as Gryffindor's.

"Oh my god, it's quite heavy." Pansy picked up the golden egg that Catherine put on the table, weighed it a few times with her hands, and said impatiently, "Open it quickly, Miss Worley, I'm listening to the host Lu Mr. Do Bagman said the clues to the next project are in this golden egg, can you let everyone see what’s inside?”

Catherine did not object. She was in a good mood today and simply agreed to their request.

"Okay, Pansy, Miss Worley agreed." Draco said with a smile, "Open it quickly, let's see what's inside?"

What they didn't notice was that Louis stretched out his hands to block his ears, and at the same time touched Catherine with his leg. Catherine saw Louis' actions and instantly understood what was going on. She applied an ear-blocking spell to herself and looked at the people in front of her as if nothing happened.

Pansy dug her nails into the grooves in the egg and pried it open.

It was empty, with nothing inside - but the moment Pansy opened it, an extremely terrifying, shrill scream filled the whole room. Louis always felt as if he had heard a similar sound - Oh, yes, it's like the sound of an iron drill bit being scratched hard on the iron sheet, which makes people's teeth ache.

"Quick! Close it!" Draco shouted, covering his ears.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were closest to the golden egg and had their faces close to it before Pansy opened it, had already fallen to the ground unconscious due to the stimulation of the screams. Pansy was still calm, and she quickly closed the golden egg again, and then stopped the heart-wrenching sound.

Daphne Greengrass looked at the closed golden egg with lingering fear, and asked with a pale face: "What the hell is this? Oh my god, it's like a female ghost on Halloween screaming, next The project won't be guarded by a female ghost, right? It looks like it should be that kind of fierce ghost..."

"Probably not..." Her sister Astoria thought thoughtfully, "Looking at the level of the scream, I think it must be...a test of the Cruciatus Curse?"

"Oh, don't be stupid, Astoria." Draco said, covering his face, "This is illegal, they can't use the Cruciatus Curse on the warriors - I think this voice sounds like someone singing - —as if it were Crabbe or Goyle singing, both of whom I had the pleasure of witnessing in their terrible—"

When Draco said this, he prolonged his voice and did not continue. There was also a look of lingering fear on his face. He was obviously shocked by the display of their singing voices.

The psychological shadow of childhood belongs to it.

Needless to say, Draco's guess was indeed good - the golden egg actually contained the sound of singing, but it just couldn't be opened and listened to directly.

After the first project is completed, you can keep the little dragon model. I don’t know what magic was applied, but Catherine’s Hungarian Horntail was as lifelike as if it were alive. Catherine was not interested in the little dragon, so she gave it to Elizabeth. Elizabeth clearly inherited the violent gene of the old London Union Jack in her bones. She couldn't put it down for this little pet. She was inseparable from it and would hug it even when sleeping.

Harry also had the same problem as Elizabeth. He also treated his little Norwegian Spinosaurus in the same way. When they had nothing to do, they often got together to exchange pet-raising details, chatting about little dragons and Quidditch. Strangely, we talked about finding the ball, and finally got to ride their respective Firebolts and compete with each other for real.

Harry had to admit that there was always something out there, and Elizabeth's flying talent was definitely rare in the world.

The next day, Rita came over to interview Catherine as scheduled. It was quite satisfactory and she didn't come up with anything outrageous. Of course, it could also be that Louis' eyes were too kind and approachable.

November flies by like a breeze. There are often howling winds in the Scottish Highlands in December. Rain and snow are also frequent this year. There is often a draft in the castle, blowing on the body and chilling the heart.

Fortunately, the walls of the castle are very thick, and the hot fire can dispel the chill of the students. Compared to the big ship where Karkaroff lived, which was swaying in the strong wind and waves, Hogwarts was quite warm. .

Durmstrang's classmates were thankful more than once that they did not live on the ship with Karkaroff, but were scattered to live in the lounges of various colleges. Warm up the fire by the fireplace in the college lounge, enjoy snacks, and drink steaming butterbeer, and then think about Principal Karkaroff and Durmstrang who are as cold as cockroaches in winter on the ship. The classmates couldn't help but mourn for him from the bottom of their hearts for half a second, and then raised their cups to clink them in celebration.

There was constantly a supply of malt whiskey in the manger of Madame Maxime's horse, and the aroma of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the students attending the Care of Magical Creatures class feel dizzy.

"Hagrid's spring has come." Louis commented in a low voice very pertinently.

"How do you know?" Ron asked confused.

"I just know." Louis looked like he was wise. Then he saw the snail feed Hagrid was holding, and his face froze.

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

The big box in front of the students was covered with fluffy blankets and pillows, and the snail was lying quietly inside, contrary to his previous temperament of doing anything if he didn't obey. Seamus looked at the Blast-Ended Skrewt and asked loudly: "Professor Hagrid, I have a question..."

"Ah, it's Seamus." Hagrid stroked his messy beard with his hand, "Tell me."

"How do we determine whether the blast-ended snail is hibernating? What do we need to try?" Seamus asked hesitantly.

Draco immediately said: "Oh, I know that." He looked at Hagrid with evil intentions and said with a smile: "Maybe Professor Hagrid means to let us reach out and test it. If the hand is missing, it means Blast-tailed snails don't hibernate; if your hand is still there, that means they are really asleep..."

As soon as Draco finished speaking, the classmates burst into laughter.

No one wanted to give Hagrid any face - after all, the squid was so damn ugly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the snail in the first box suddenly made a beeping explosion from its tail. It kept exploding its fire-breathing tail, blowing a hole in the box. The students immediately backed away, and the snail opened the box with a bang, revealing its grey-black and greasy body, as well as its disgusting tentacles and suckers.

Draco was startled, he was the closest to the squid. He subconsciously pulled out his wand and aimed a series of sparks at the Explosive-Ended Skrewt, trying to scare it away. At the same time, the remaining nine Blast-Ended Skrewts also jumped out from behind. Upon seeing this, Harry immediately led Ron forward and followed Draco's example of using his wand to spray sparks at the Blast-Ended Skrewts.

"Hey! Don't scare them!" Hagrid was anxious. Those snails were his treasures.

"I think we're being frightened, Hagrid," Draco said loudly, cornering a blast-ended skrewt with sparks, then latching it shut with a box.

Louis was not idle either. He used his transformation technique to conjure up big hands, and squeezed the remaining snails back into the box one by one - he subconsciously used a little force, and those who were The pinched snails looked a little wilted.

He controlled his strength very well, not only causing no serious damage to the Explosive-tailed Skrewts, but also successfully eliminating part of their vitality.

Draco and Ron were both sprayed a little by the snails to varying degrees, and several holes were burned out of their clothes and pants; Harry was more serious, he was accidentally sprayed by sparks on his arm, and his wand fell on He almost stepped on the ground.

Harry picked up the wand with lingering fear, and touched his old friend with some distress. It was only after the Blast-Ended Skrewt was caught that he felt that he was burned, and he grinned in pain.