A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 419: Golden eggs

The time came to the next morning. Although Harry and Ron wanted to leave the school hospital as soon as possible, they were too tired last night and their injuries were serious. Madam Pomfrey said that Ron's leg was still swollen, And Harry had at least six broken ribs.

"The Healing Charm can only cure minor injuries, such as a twisted nose, and it can only be used in emergencies." Madam Pomfrey said at the time, but the two of them once suspected that she was just tricking them into drinking means of medicine.

After drinking the potion, their minds immediately became groggy, like a mechanical alarm clock that had been unwound, turning slower and slower. Harry and Ron fell asleep without talking to each other. They fell into a dark sleep, and didn't wake them up until Hermione came to visit them.

Harry described what happened last night, and deliberately emphasized that "the time is too late to call you", Hermione shrugged, "Unless you stand outside the entire girls' dormitory and shout, you can't get in." Go, and I may not be able to hear..."

Ron coughed heavily, sounding like "prom", and Hermione's ears turned red.

The two had some unpleasantness last night——

After the opening dance, Ron accused her of her behavior during drinks, while Hermione dryly explained that the purpose of the Tournament was to "promote communication". Hermione was irritated when she just wanted to find out the secret of the golden egg.

"He never asked me a word about the golden egg, ever!"

Ron changed his tactics at the speed of light.

"Then, he definitely wants you to help him figure out the secret of the golden egg!"

"I never helped him research that golden egg!" Hermione was literally furious, "In fact, he invited me at the beginning, in the library, but I kept hesitating, for the sake of the ridiculous warrior What, guess what? Roger Davies immediately invited Collins, and my two foolish mates just complained about pretty girls getting picked!"

Harry's expression was innocent.

He really didn't think of inviting Hermione, but it was because he had been harboring ulterior motives, maybe Cedric and Qiu Zhang had a fight... Well, he knew that this kind of thing couldn't happen, but this The conclusion made him even more depressed, making him less interested in the next dance.

In short, after that, Harry and the unhappy Ron went to the courtyard to breathe, and overheard the conversation between Hagrid and Madame Maxime, and also knew that they were both half-blood giants, and Hermione (according to her Said by himself) stay in the auditorium, sulking all by himself.

Harry was skeptical about being sulky, because when they went back, they saw Hermione dancing happily with Professor Haip...

After the dance, Harry found that Hermione and Ron were silent again. They went back to the dormitory and slept full of thoughts until they were awakened by nightmares, and they chased the spies in the castle with Ron... See you this morning When they arrived at Hermione, both Ron and Hermione were very polite, as if yesterday's quarrel hadn't happened at all.

And when Hermione heard about Hagrid's half-giant status, she didn't feel any fuss.

"Actually, I thought he must be a giant." She said, shrugging her shoulders, "I know he can't be a purebred giant, because they are all about twenty feet tall. There is no need to be so nervous ...it's a prejudice like people have with werewolves...maybe plus house-elves...although the two prejudices are not the same!"

Ron obviously didn't agree with this point of view, but he just tactfully repeated what he said to Harry last night, and pretended to be introducing him to Harry for the first time:

"Hagrid shouldn't be talking about it everywhere, although it may be the first time he has met his kind, and he is too excited... I know he is not dangerous, everyone who knows him knows this, but if someone outside It’s going to be troublesome, people are taboo about this.” He snorted twice, and said secretly: “Even if it’s a prejudice, it’s a collective prejudice, and it’s best to conceal it when there’s no way to change it.” method."

Seeing that Hermione opened her mouth to refute, he immediately sped up her speech, and said to Harry: "In the public impression, giants are cruel, although I also heard love stories between giants and dwarfs when I was young." , Fred and George told me...but I haven't believed their nonsense since I was six."

Harry suppressed his laughter, pretending to hear it for the first time, and nodded seriously.

"My father said that they stood on the side of the mysterious man in the war, and foolishly believed that the mysterious man would give them more living space... As a result, after the war, they were naturally liquidated, and a large number of giants were killed. Auror killed, maybe Professor Moody was also involved, his leg may have been injured at that time..." Ron guessed irresponsibly.

"...there is still a small tribe of giants who didn't do much evil and were driven out of England, and now I don't know which mountain to hide in."

Harry didn't think it was right to continue discussing the topic of 'whether giants are cruel by nature', because Hermione's eyebrows were raised strangely, and he decided to take the initiative, "Well... Hermione, it's like this, me and Ron saw that you were late, but you disappeared a few hours early yesterday afternoon, so it doesn't take that long to get your hair done, right?"

He felt like he was talking nonsense, because Hermione's hair had returned to its disheveled state at the moment, and he thought—although he didn't understand it—that no one would refuse to make themselves more beautiful if they could keep it.

Sure enough, Hermione gave him a blank look.

"If a girl wants to dress up, no amount of time is enough... but I really don't delay time because of this, it's Valen, she gave me a Christmas present, and I, uh..." She bites pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

"We know," said Ron, "I mean... we heard a little bit of what she gave you to make a fuss about and lose track of time, wouldn't it be a lot of Galleons? I One of my great aunts said that the only one who can beat time is the golden little cutie.”

Harry and Hermione looked at him at the same time, and Ron shrugged, "She is old and dead, and she left a will saying that all property should be converted into Galleons and buried with her, but I'm not sure about her descendants Do you want to follow..."

"Of course not, it's a broken Time-Turner." Hermione said lightly.

"Warren sent you a Time-Turner?" Ron screamed, eyes widening.

"No fuss, just a broken one," said Hermione, returning the word 'fuss' in return, but Ron didn't catch it at all.

"Take it out! Hermione, I haven't seen a Time-Turner yet!" said Ron.

Harry also looked at her expectantly, "Did you bring it?"

Hermione's eyes curled up, "Of course," she lifted a golden chain from her chest, it was a small disc-shaped timer with a circle of gold brackets on the outside and a small Hourglass, the shape is very precise.

"This is the Time-Turner? It looks beautiful... are you sure it's broken?"

Hermione didn't speak, she rolled her eyes in front of them, and stuffed herself back into her clothes.

"There's nothing to see, we might as well spend our time on cracking the secret of the golden egg," she said enthusiastically, "I've finally settled on a plan, and I'm sure not to destroy its structure..."

Harry and Ron stared at the golden egg she brought over, which was currently on the side cabinet, with hesitant expressions. Harry looked at his pajamas. If it kept screaming while dissecting the golden egg, they wouldn't even be able to run outside.

He didn't want to embarrass himself in the corridors of the castle in a pair of pajamas during the day.

But Hermione had made up her mind.

She stood up and took the golden egg into her arms, then dragged Harry's pillow and put it under the golden egg. Harry and Ron watched from the sidelines in fear, chattering their ideas:

"We can try the Appearance Potion——"

"I tried," said Hermione.

"Revealing spell, eraser, analyzing spell—"

"It's useless." Hermione fiddled with the golden egg and pulled out her wand.

"Try how about Adrian's deconstruction method, he is quite mysterious in the book——"

"Well," Hermione put down her wand and said to the two, "Frankly speaking, I did use some of the techniques he mentioned, mainly because I found that he liked to think about these shortcuts... It is also one of the reasons why later generations do not think highly of him."

Ron gave Harry a look, which meant, I'll just say it.

Taking advantage of this time, Hermione put her wand on the golden egg, tapped and tapped, occasionally stopped to listen, or recited a few spells in Latin. For some of her techniques, Harry and Luo En understood part of it. After all, they read the same books—only the progress and degree of digestion were different.

"She's using layers," Harry whispered to Ron.

This method is very commonly used in alchemy. The principle is to remove all parts that can be removed, such as protection spells, decorations, and those trivial functions, pointing to the core secrets, especially suitable for novices in alchemy.

Hermione took out bottles and jars from the beaded pouch from time to time, applied the potion on the golden egg with a small brush, and took off a piece of eggshell amidst the shocked expressions of the two.

"Hey, Hey, Hermione, you took it apart?"

"Because it's not important." Hermione said, while speaking, she took another piece off.

Harry felt so helpless, as if he had returned to the time when he was living with the Dursleys a few years ago, when he lived in the cupboard under the stairs, waiting for Dudley to go upstairs every evening with trepidation— —He will deliberately step on the steps with great strength to shake off the dust.

But now, his mood is the same, he doesn't know how many fragments of the golden egg are removed, it will suddenly shout a creepy sound, scaring everyone.

When there was only half of the golden egg left, Harry's inner impulse became stronger. He hesitated whether to remind Hermione that the sick Professor Moody lived not far from here, and if he heard , maybe rushing over angrily and casting evil spells on all of them, such as forcing them to put their ears on the golden eggs...

"It's done!" said Hermione happily.

Harry and Ron leaned over to look, and there was only a palm-sized fragment of the golden egg left in her hand, but it was quiet now, just like the other fragments.

"Are you sure you succeeded, Hermione? We won't laugh at you if you fail," Ron said generously.

He remembered that Collins Foley reminded him at the Christmas dinner ~IndoMTL.com~ Although he didn't know why, and he didn't catch a word, but he felt that since there was a first time, she would definitely not mind Tell him a second time.

Hermione snorted twice, her eyes narrowed, bent into a crescent, and her wand lightly tapped on it.

"Click."

There was a tiny shattering sound, as the last piece in her hand broke in two, and a low piercing scream sounded.

"Is there any difference besides the lower voice?" Harry asked. The only consolation was that he didn't have to say the silent spell.

"Oh, it lacks a necessary environment," Hermione smiled brightly, "I retain its core function, storing and transforming sounds, as long as I put it in-"

"In the water!" Ron said, patting his head suddenly.

Hermione looked at him unkindly.

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