HP Magic Biography

Sure enough, when they entered the common room in Griffinton, cheers and shouts broke out again all over the room.

There are mountain-high cakes, bottles with pumpkin jam and butter beer everywhere.

Lee Jordan has lighted Dr. Phillips's heatless fireworks, so the dense starlight sparks in the air compete with each other. Director Thomas is good at drawing. At this time, he has raised the eye-catching new flag. It shows most of the paintings Harry sitting on his rocket hovering on the tail dragon head, and one or two sides are painted with Cedric's head. on fire.

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

Then sat with Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione.

He couldn't believe that he was so happy: with Ron by his side, he had completed the first mission, and he would not have a second mission in three months.

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

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

"He should find the clues himself," Hermione answered quickly. "That's the rules of the game..."

"I should figure out how to defeat that dragon by myself." Harry murmured, only Hermione could hear it, so she smiled guiltily.

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

"Hermione, do you believe me?" Fanlin said secretly.

"Why are you asking that?" Hermione looked at Fanlin strangely.

"I found something interesting about that egg." Fanlin said secretly, and he wanted to make sure that no one heard it.

"So, put your ears on, trust me, it's better to use magic to seal them."

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

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

Then... Lee handed the egg to Harry, and Harry put his fingernails in the groove line, then made a circle along the groove line, and then peeled it away.

There was nothing in the egg, empty, completely empty—but the moment Harry opened it, there was one of the most terrible sounds, a loud and shrill cry that filled the room. This reminded Harry of the Ghost Symphony Orchestra he had heard of Nick’s death party at the death day, they often played some famous music.

"Close it!" Fred roared, covering his ears with his hands.

"What is that?" Finnigan said. He stared at the egg when Harry closed it again with a bang.

"Sounds like a female ghost... That might be your next target to conquer, Harry!"

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

"Don't be silly, it's illegal." George said. "They won't curse with Klubbertes. I think it sounds like Percy is singing... Maybe you can attack him while he is in the shower, Harry."

This is probably the most authentic portrayal of Percy. In fact, for the entire Weasley family, only Ron can sing. The rest...

Percy sang like a male duck barking, and Fred yelled many times for Percy to move in with the ghoul on the roof.

"Want a jam pie, Hermione?" Fred said.

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

"Well, look at me," he said, "I haven't touched them, you can see clearly, this is custard cream—"

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

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

Hermione took a piece of jam pie and said, "Is all these from the kitchen, Fred?"

"Yes," Fred said to him with a smile. Then he imitated a servant elf in a weird tone with a high pitch: "We can do anything for you, sir, anything!"

"They are really useful... If I say I am hungry, they will bring me a roast cow."

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

"It's easy," Fred said, behind the closed door there was a picture of a bowl of fruit. You just scratch the pear and it will giggle, and then—"He stopped, looking at her suspiciously, "What's the matter? "

"Nothing." Hermione replied quickly.

"Now go and bring the servant elves out to go on strike, how about it?" George said, "Stop making any leaflets. Think of a way to get them to join this demonstration, right?"

Several people laughed loudly, but Hermione said nothing.

"Don't always make them angry, you should tell them that they will get clothes and wages!"

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

At this time, Neville became a big canary. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Neville!" Fred yelled, smiling, "I forgot—we cast a spell on the custard cream."

After a while, Neville changed. When his feathers fell off, he returned to his original shape, and he was still laughing with others.

"Canary cream!" Fred shouted to the excited group, "George and I invented--seven copper nats each, deal!"

When Harry and Ron, Neville, Finnigan and Dean walked to the dormitory, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Although it was strange why Fanlin didn't follow him, Harry didn't care much.

This is already a daily affair, and Fanlin always has things to do~www.readwn.com~ Compared with this, Harry wants to relax.

Before closing the curtains of the four posters, Harry placed his small model of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon on the table next to the bed, the thing yawning, curled up, and closed his eyes.

Really, Harry thought, when he closed the curtains, Harry thought... they were right, really, those dragons...

However, this is not the end for Fanlin.

From Hermione's tone, Fanlin naturally noticed some unusual smells.

Hermione wanted to see those house elves. This wish was very strong.

Sure enough, just before the carnival was over, Hermione sneaked out without being noticed.

Fanlin sighed helplessly. He saw that no one was paying attention and followed out secretly...

To be honest, it's like being a thief, walking Hermione in the middle of the night...