Chapter 186 Hermione, You Know (Resigned as Leader for CK, 845)

Rita's face suddenly changed.

This was extremely scary news.

It was scarier than any news she had heard before.

She turned into a ladybug and flew away in panic. She didn't dare to stay in this scary place any longer. The Gryffindor Common Room was much scarier than Azkaban!

"She left so quickly." Ron sighed, a little regretful, and carefully put the sleeping Crookshanks on the stool, "I want to tell her a more surprising news."

"Skeeter is already at his limit." Hermione shook her head, grabbed Crookshanks's neck, and lifted him up roughly, "If you tell her about that again, you might have to plunge your head into the fireplace."

"She has a really poor tolerance." Ron pouted, "I wasn't so panicked at the time."

"She's not the third in Hogwarts." Harry patted his shoulder.

Ron was a little surprised: "Harry, are you praising me?"

Harry and Hermione were silent.

It seems that staying up late will reduce people's IQ, so they have to pay attention in the future.

They went back to their dormitories to sleep.

Until Friday night.

George and Fred got another batch of wine, saying that they wanted to make up for Tuesday night, because they had classes the next day and they didn't celebrate very happily.

The golden egg was brought out again.

They passed it around among the little lions.

"It seems that this thing can be opened?" When it came to Fred's hand, he noticed the crack on the golden egg and hesitated.

Harry nodded: "A magic prop."

Fred immediately ignored George's expectant eyes and handed it back: "Then Harry, open it quickly and let us see what's inside!"

"It's so heavy, maybe it's a piece of gold." Ron excitedly made a guess.

"It's the clue for the second level." Hermione said expressionlessly, piercing the fantasy of Ron and many other little wizards who were looking forward to gold, "You heard Harry say that the other day."

Ron muttered, "Maybe the clue is made of gold?"

Harry took out his wand and lightly tapped it. The eggshell immediately split into two, but there was nothing inside, and a magical breath was brewing in the empty eggshell.

An extremely harsh and sharp scream came out with this breath, filling the entire lounge, which was dozens of times more miserable than the scream of the demon.

He closed it immediately with quick eyes and hands.

The little wizards were still in shock, and they looked at the golden egg in panic.

It looked so luxurious on the outside, but how could there be such a weird and terrifying scream inside.

"What is that." A first-year little wizard was a little scared, stunned, and muttered to himself.

Seamus' eyes widened: "That sounded like the cry of a female ghost, Harry, in the next round of your competition you will definitely pass by female ghosts and take away some treasure from their guard!"

"No!" Neville's face turned pale, "That was the scream of being tortured, Harry, you may be tortured."

"How can it be so outrageous, torture will hurt the little wizard." George immediately shook his head, pressed his shoulders, and said gently, "Think about it, the female ghost may be right, that thing is not easy to deal with."

"But Harry knows the Patronus Charm." Fred shook his head, "That kind of creature is not enough for a griffin."

The little lions laughed happily.

Hermione frowned and denied this statement: "That is not the cry of a female ghost, the female ghost is longer, gloomier, and more miserable"

"Have you seen a female ghost?" A senior witch asked sarcastically.

Hermione was about to speak, and Harry answered: "It's not a female ghost, it's the cry of a mermaid."

Mermaid?

The little wizards were puzzled.

This creature is almost beyond their cognition.

Although everyone knows that there is a group of mermaids living under the Black Lake,

"Well, I often dealt with them last year." Harry nodded.

Ron shook his head: "I have seen them too. It was when Sirius Christmas came. We went to the bottom of the Black Lake and dealt with mermaids. They can talk."

"That was underwater." Harry explained more clearly, "When they are on the water, they can't speak, they can only make this sharp cry."

"It seems that mermaids can't get out of the water?" George asked cautiously.

He and Fred have seen mermaids bubbling out of the water for so many years. There were only a few times when they drank too much, and mermaids got out of the lake, but the memory of that time has long become unclear.

Harry was silent and didn't speak.

Under normal circumstances, mermaids will certainly not float to the surface.

But there are always special situations. When he is practicing magic, there are always some mermaids who are not very lucky.

"We haven't learned Mermaid language." Hermione was embarrassed and looked at the other little wizards, "Do any of you know Mermaid language?"

A second-year little wizard raised his hand tremblingly.

"You know it?" Hermione was a little surprised. Apart from their fourth grade, there were students in Gryffindor who loved learning so much?

"No." The little wizard shook his head, "But didn't Mr. Bagman say that warriors can't accept help from outside."

"As long as you don't get discovered, it's fine." Before he finished speaking, Fred walked over and pressed his shoulders, "How did you get into Gryffindor? There are such obedient students in our school?"

Lee Jordan also walked over and grabbed his little face: "It seems that we have to teach you how to become an excellent Gryffindor."

Hermione sighed in disappointment and swept her eyes over the senior students.

George frowned: "Percy can, but he has graduated. Do you want me to write a letter for help?"

Harry shook his head: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome, it's very simple."

He waved his wand and an empty wine bottle twisted into a glass basin.

The water is as clear as a spring.

He chanted the spell, and the rapid water surged out, quickly filling the basin. Then he waved his wand, and the water turned into three earmuffs, which were connected with the basin and covered the heads of himself, Hermione and Ron. Harry stuffed the golden egg inside and opened it again.

A little wizard immediately covered his ears.

But this time there were no screams, just a faint singing.

It's not clear to hear outside the water.

Only Harry, Hermione and Ron, who were wearing water-flow earmuffs, could hear clearly.

The mermaid's singing was not pleasant, and the accent was very weird, barely better than that of the Ghost Band. Fortunately, the song was not long, and he finished it in one loop very quickly. When the second song started, Harry immediately closed the golden egg and took out some water. pot.

With a flick of the wand, the basin and water disappeared.

"What's the content?" Fred looked over eagerly and asked.

Ron looked strange and looked outside the castle.

Harry had an expressionless face and replied softly: "The second round requires me to sneak into the Black Lake and get back my treasure that was stolen by them within an hour."

"The mermaids are very courageous." Ron lamented, "They dare to steal your things."

The expressions of the little wizards became the same as Ron's.

What a surprise.

Hermione shook her head: "It's probably not the mermaid, but the Ministry of Magic."

"Ah ha, worse than a mermaid." George exclaimed, "And the Ministry of Magic should know Harry's strength better than a mermaid."

Fred rubbed the little wizard's face. The twelve-year-old's cheeks were so soft that he couldn't put it down: "Even if the Aurors come, they can't take away Harry's things."

"Not even the entire Auror office." Seamus raised his head with pride on his face.

Harry nodded, expressionless: "I'm also looking forward to how they will steal my baby."

He did the math in his mind.

The most precious things to me are the two swords, the magic potion, those magical materials, and the motorcycle that was modified at the last moment, just short of transplanting the Sorting Hat's thoughts into it.

The Ministry of Magic didn't know about the motorcycle.

And the rest of the things are in the Sorting Hat, so they will come to grab the Sorting Hat?

The hat was lying on the table, shaking the tip of the hat, trying to learn the fishman's singing. It had an urge to move this song to the opening ceremony of the next year. It has been in that style for thousands of years. , maybe changing it will make it more fresh?

It noticed Harry's gaze almost immediately, saw the thinking in his eyes, and excitedly shook the tip of its hat even more: "Harry! You are looking at me. Am I your most precious treasure?"

Hermione's expression didn't change, it was just a hat.

"All my belongings are in your body." Harry shook his head, "They can only do anything to you."

The Sorting Hat flicked its tip: "At this time, you should say some nice words to appease this old hat like me."

"How can a boy not talk sweetly?"

"You are almost fifteen years old. If you don't master this skill, how will you deceive girls in the future? Godric suffered this loss."

Hermione's eyes became dangerous.

Hat paused and shouted happily: "Children, let me tell you the story of Godric's first love."

The little wizards rushed over excitedly.

Ron has not gone over. He is now more interested in food than listening to love stories, and he is very melancholy: "I am a little worried that the second round of the competition will not be held."

Obviously, there will be big problems in robbing the warriors of their treasures.

Knowing that the second round was going to happen, Gryffindor was not worried about Harry. They were expecting the Ministry of Magic to suffer another loss under Harry, so they had better fight vigorously.

But what they expected never happened.

The Ministry of Magic took no action against Harry, and even Ludo was rarely seen at Hogwarts.

Time is fast approaching December, entering the depths of winter, and Hogwarts has entered a period where it only snows twice a month, one from the beginning to the middle of the month, and one from the middle to the end of the month.

On the calendar in his dormitory, Harry marked the day of Thursday before Christmas with a red circle.

The letter from the unknown old lover of Dumbledore's prophet has always been in his heart.

Before he could go to Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall announced a big news in her class.

She had a straight face, but she still couldn't hide her smile.

"Christmas is coming, but this year's Christmas is different from previous years. Because of the Triwizard Tournament, we will hold a dance on Christmas Day - this is also a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament and our three schools. A great opportunity for networking.”

"However, the prom is only open to students in fourth grade and above. If, I mean if, you have a crush on someone who is in third grade, you can invite him to attend with you."

"Of course, I don't really want to see a first-year wizard appear."

The little lions burst into laughter.

As she said that, she paused and glanced at Hermione meaningfully: "And, Mr. Potter, the following words are spoken to you alone, as a warrior of Hogwarts and a warrior of Gryffindor. , you need a partner.”

Hermione blushed, understanding the meaning of McGonagall's gaze just now.

Harry said expressionlessly: "Professor, I'm only fourteen, and I'll be fifteen in half a month. I'm far from the age to get married."

The little wizards laughed even louder.

"No, not that kind of partner." Mag shook his head with a smile, "It's a dance partner, a dance partner at the Christmas ball."

"I know you may not like it, but as a warrior, you need to dance the first dance at the Christmas dance with the warriors from the other two schools, so a dance partner is a must for you."

"There's still half a month left, you have to make your choice before then."

"Of course, if any of you thinks you are suitable, you can also extend an invitation to Mr. Potter."

Today is also a day! Praise myself!

Start paying off the debt for the next leader tomorrow!