Chapter 571: Post-Match Carnival

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

The house was filled with mountains of cakes, bottles of pumpkin butter and butterbeer.

Lee Jordan had already lit Dr. Philibuster's heatless fireworks, so dense sparks of starlight competed in the air. Director Thomas was good at drawing, and by this time he had raised a bold new flag, most of which showed Harry hovering on his rocket on the tail dragon's head, and one or two of them showed Cedric's head. on fire.

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

Then sat with Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione.

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

"Merlin's beard is very heavy." Li. Jordan said. He held up a golden egg, which Harry had left on the table, and weighed it in his hand.

"Open it, Harry, open it! Let's see what's inside!"

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

"I should have figured out how to defeat that dragon on my own," Harry muttered, and only Hermione heard, so she smiled guiltily.

"Yeah, let's go, Harry, let's go!" Several people echoed.

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

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

"I found something interesting about that egg." Fan Lin said secretly, making sure no one heard.

"So, cover your ears. Trust me, it's best to seal them with magic power."

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

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

Then... Lee handed the egg to Harry, and Harry inserted his fingernail into the groove, then drew a circle along the groove, and then peeled it off.

There was nothing in the egg, empty, completely empty - but the moment Harry opened it there was a most horrific sound, a loud and shrill wail that filled the room. This reminded Harry of the ghost symphony orchestra he had heard about at Brainless Nick's death anniversary party. They often played some musical masterpieces.

"Close it!" Fred yelled, holding his hands to his ears.

"What's that?" Finnigan said. His eyes were fixed on the egg when Harry snapped it shut again.

"Sounds like a ghost...that might be your next target, Harry!"

"It looks like someone is being tortured!" Neville said. His face had turned pale, and the peeled sausages rolled to the ground. "You will have to fight the Curse of Crusiltes!?"

"Don't be stupid, that's illegal," George said. "They don't curse with Crumbles. I think it sounds like Percy singing... maybe you could sneak up on him in the shower, Harry."

This is probably the most realistic portrayal of Percy. In fact, among the entire Weasley family, only Ron can sing reasonably well, and the rest...

Percy sang like a male duck quacking, and many times Fred clamored for Percy to move in with the ghouls on the roof.

"Would you like a jam tart, Hermione?" said Fred.

Hermione looked suspiciously at the box that Fred handed her, where Fred grinned.

"Well, look at me," he said, "I haven't touched them. You see clearly, this is custard cream -"

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

Fred smiled. "Neville, that was just a little joke of mine..."

Hermione took a piece of jam tart and said, "These are from the kitchen, aren't they, Fred?"

"Yes," Fred said, smiling at him. Then he imitated a servant elf in a weird high-pitched voice: "We can do anything for you, sir, anything!"

"They were really helpful... If I said I was very hungry, they would bring me a roast cow."

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

"It's easy," said Fred, as there was a painting of a bowl of fruit behind the sealed door. You just scratch the pear and it giggles, and then—" He stopped and looked at her quizzically, "What's wrong? "

"Nothing," Hermione replied quickly.

"How about bringing the servant elves out to go on strike now?" George said. "Stop making any more leaflets and find a way to get them to join this demonstration movement?"

Several people laughed loudly, but Hermione said nothing.

"Don't make them angry all the time, you should tell them they will get their clothes and their salary!"

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

At this time, Neville turned into a big canary. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Neville!" cried Fred, laughing. "I forgot - the custard cream was enchanted by us."

After a while, Neville transformed, and when his feathers fell off, he was back to his original shape, and he was still laughing with the others.

"Canary Cream!" Fred shouted to the excited crowd, "George and I invented it - seven copper Knuts each, deal!"

It was almost one in the morning when Harry, Ron, Neville, Finnigan and Dean walked to the dormitory.

Although it was strange that Vanlin didn't follow him, Harry didn't care much.

This was already a daily routine. Vanlin always had endless things to do. Compared with this, Harry wanted to relax more.

Before drawing the curtains of the four-poster bed, Harry placed his small model of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon on the table beside the bed. The thing yawned, curled up, and closed its eyes.

Really, Harry thought, as he drew the curtains, Harry thought... They were right, really, those dragons...

But this was not the end for Vanlin.

From Hermione's tone, Vanlin naturally detected something unusual.

Hermione wanted to see the house elves, and this desire was very strong.

Sure enough, just before the carnival was over, Hermione sneaked out when no one was paying attention.

Fanlin sighed helplessly. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he followed her out secretly...

To be honest, it was like being a thief and stalking Hermione in the middle of the night... (To be continued)