I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 285: The Clue of the Golden Egg

In the office, a huge red banner was pulled up, which read "Hagrid's Emotional Seminar and Seminar on How to Get Along with Women", which was very formal.

Hagrid was like an aggrieved child who weighed more than 300 pounds. From time to time, he looked up at the people who were about to criticize him, and he didn't dare to speak at all.

Sitting below is not only Hagrid, but also poor Ron.

Highlight a torture.

In the middle of the torture, he almost got Louis down and sat down, but Louis was obviously not such a wimpy person, and under Catherine's protection, he was saved from the bad luck of being tortured.

"If I want to torture him, I will deal with him alone. It's not up to you, not even Aunt Emma!" Catherine's attitude was extremely tough, and she swore Xiaolu's sovereignty.

Since Catherine was too protective of Louis, Emma couldn't say anything.There is actually a reason for her to be angry, after all, her two sisters were both raped by this little bastard...

Ye Ziyan also looked distressed, but it's a pity that she couldn't hold back Emma.

Halfway through the criticism, there was a knock on the door, and it was Cedric, who looked around to see so many people in the room, and suddenly became a little cautious.

"Cedric!" Ron called tearfully, as if seeing a relative.

It's a bit difficult to fix Cedric, what's the relationship between us?You called me Buttercup last time, why are you so affectionate today?

When he looked up and saw the banner hanging above, he suddenly realized.

Co-authoring this piece to open a criticism meeting...

"What's the matter, Seid?" Louis looked up and asked, Cedric's arrival surprised him a little-why didn't this kid go and talk to Zhang Qiu, what did he come here for?

"I'll come...uh, um..." Cedric said hesitantly, "You tell me about the dragon, I owe you a favor, listen, you know the golden egg, you open your When you drop the golden egg, will you make that shrill scream?"

"Of course." Harry replied.

"Well, I suggest you take a bath, and then—well, with the golden egg, in hot water... well, think about it, it will help you think, um, take my word for it."

Harry looked at him puzzled.

"Listen to me," Cedric said eagerly to Harry, "I don't need to worry about Catherine, but you... use the prefect's bathroom, which is on the fourth floor to the left of the Boris statue on the sixth floor." Open the door, the password is fresh pineapple... Well, that's all I can say, Qiu is still waiting for me outside... Would you like to say good night to me?"

It has to be said that the atmosphere in this office is gradually burning.

After Harry said goodnight, Cedric grinned at Harry and hurried downstairs to find Zhang Qiu.

"Oh Harry, would you like to say good night to me?" After Cedric left, Ron said to Harry in a strange way, causing the latter to hiccup.

"Oh my god, this atmosphere is too strange, I think you have to be careful of Digory, the butter boy." Ron said solemnly, "I doubt he will bring you down now...I'm so happy... ..."

On the contrary, Hermione didn't stop Ron from joking, but thought seriously: "What does he mean? Why did he emphasize opening the golden egg in the bathroom and ask us to pay attention to the hot water... Could it be... this Are the golden eggs meant to be opened underwater?"

Hermione, who has a high IQ, guessed the blind spot all at once.

"In any case, I think we can try it." Harry suggested, "We can try a few more methods and brainstorm ideas..."

"I suggest trying it separately. It's good that I can help Catherine here." Louis said with a smile.

"Uh... well." Harry nodded and glanced at Ron, "Why don't we go back to the bathroom to get the golden egg now, and then go to the sixth floor to see what's going on?"

"Good idea!" Ron didn't want to stay in this place for a moment. As Ron's good brother, Harry naturally saw this, otherwise he wouldn't have called Ron when he slipped away.

He really, I cried to death.

As soon as the two of them left, Hagrid couldn't sit still anymore, and quickly followed them away, leaving only the Louis family sitting on the sofa, looking at Louis in unison.

"What are you looking at me for?" Louis was a little flustered, and quickly turned to call Sakuya: "Sakuya, go and put the bath water..."

Half an hour later, the two sat in the bathtub, holding the golden egg and staring blankly.

"What exactly are we going to do?" Catherine asked hesitantly, "Could it be that we really need to listen to Miss Beaver and open this golden egg in water?"

Louis changed into a comfortable position, put his arms on the edge of the bathtub, and said with a smile: "You can try it first, if it doesn't work, we can think of other ways."

"Hmm." Catherine glanced at Louis, placed the golden egg between the two of them, and opened it from the middle with force.

This time, instead of screaming like in the Slytherin lounge, there was a gurgling song underwater. The singing came from underwater, and it was hard to hear what it was singing.

"It works!" Catherine said happily, "It seems that Miss Beaver's little head is quite smart, and this method is quite good."

"I think you need to get your head underwater, little moon." Louis said and added: "Of course, I still suggest you get a waterproof head foam first, otherwise your hair will get wet."

Catherine put her hair up as she said, snapped her fingers, and a bubble appeared on her head.She glanced at Louis, then lowered her head and sank into the water.

After a while, she raised her head and surfaced, looking at Louis with shame.

"What's the matter?" Louis asked suspiciously, he didn't offend him... Why did he look at me with this expression, he raised his arm a little unconfidently and looked at it, but he didn't find anything wrong.

"Get out!" Catherine said angrily, "I don't even care to listen to what it's singing about!"

Louis groaned, stood up awkwardly, got out of the bathtub, and sat aside.

After Catherine glared at him, she lowered her head into the water again.

There was no interference this time, and she could finally listen carefully to what the golden egg was singing.

The voice was like a chorus, and it seemed to come from far away. It was ethereal and unreal. It took Catherine a lot of effort to hear it clearly.

"Seek us, where our voices sound,

We cannot sing on the ground.

As you search, think carefully about:

We stole your dearest baby,
You only have one hour,

To find and recapture what we took,
After an hour there is no hope,
It has completely disappeared, never to appear..."

After singing, Catherine raised her head from the water, closed the golden egg and fished it out of the water, took a deep breath, and looked ahead thoughtfully.

"Did you hear that?" Louis leaned forward with concern, but was slapped on the stomach by Catherine.

"I heard...it seems to be threatening me to take away my most beloved treasure." Catherine thoughtfully, and glanced at Louis: "Could it be that they want to take you away? It's reasonable..."

"Hey, hey, can you care about me, I'm about to be snatched away..." Louis put on a pitiful look.

"What do I care about you?" Catherine snorted arrogantly, "I don't believe that anyone in this magical world can take you away without your willingness..."

"You can't talk too much, little moon." Louis sighed, "Heaven, hell, purgatory, neither side is something we can deal with, just like the fallen angel who chased and killed my mother... If it wasn't for Remo Nia, we're all done."

"Isn't that also a solution?" Catherine asked inexplicably, she didn't understand why Louis was still so unhappy.

"After all, we rely on the strength of others. No matter how strong Chromie and the others are, it is their strength, not ours. If one day we encounter a powerful enemy and they are not by our side, then what should we do... "Louis sighed softly, "This is why I always feel very urgent. This world is full of dangers."

"You're right." Catherine nodded solemnly.

"So don't be careless, but there shouldn't be any accidents in this event. It may not just be whatever you want to do to me... Think about it, besides me, what treasure do you have?"

In order not to worry Catherine, Louis deliberately changed the topic.

But Catherine shook her head, saying that she didn't have any other treasures except Louis.

"Okay, don't worry about this issue anymore. In short, everything will be resolved at that time. Don't you believe me, don't you trust Principal Dumbledore?" Louis said with a smile, "Even if I was captured, Deng Xiaoping Principal Bullido will try his best to ensure our safety, instead of letting it go-don’t worry, if he really doesn’t care, then the headlines the next day will definitely be criticizing him..."

"I hope..." Catherine sighed softly, but her worried eyes revealed her feelings.

On the second day of Christmas, everyone got up very late.The auditorium at Hogwarts was also much quieter than in previous days. People chatted one after another, and sometimes they were chatting happily, but they were interrupted by yawns from time to time.

Speaking of which, Hermione's hair was messy again, not as soft as it was at the ball.

She confessed to everyone that she sprayed her hair with a lot of speed detangler for the prom.

"But it's too much trouble to do it every day," she said practically, scratching the back of Crookshanks' ear, and the cat whimpered in comfort.

Harry also found a clue. He was discussing something with Ron in a low voice. When he saw Louis coming over, he went up to him and asked him if he found it. Louis smiled and nodded, saying that of course he had found something.

"Steal our most beloved thing?" Harry whispered, and looked up at Louis: "Are you going to take away my Hedwig, or my beloved Firebolt? Mamma Mia..."

He deliberately expressed his surprise with an exaggerated Italian.

Louis didn't expose it, but said with a smile: "I think there is a high probability that you will go to find your Firebolt, just like Catherine went to find her bow-god, I really don't know what this woman has for bows. What a big obsession, bows are the most accessories on her body, I counted them this morning and found 26 bows on her body..."

"That's scary enough." Louis shuddered.

In this way, he also forgot about the second project.Louis obviously didn't want to make Harry too happy, he quickly asked: "How is your homework during the holidays? Especially the paper assigned by Professor Snape, if you didn't write it, he might be a little unhappy .”

Harry's face fell instantly.

"No, stop it, Louis." Harry's expression was a little tangled, "Don't remind me of my homework, when you say that, I suddenly remembered that there are still two dissertations on Transfiguration that I haven't written...God, I feel so bad The needs of Professor McGonagall kept him away from Snape, as long as he is close to him, it will be good, you see, what is wrong with learning, you have to learn to assign homework..."

"You don't know Professor McGonagall and jump to judgment!" Hermione stretched out a finger and growled in a low voice: "Harry! Professor McGonagall is also doing it for your own good. How have you been playing during the holidays? Every day Playing wizard cards with Ron, or playing pillow fights with the students in the dormitory, my God... I really can't figure out, what's so good about playing, isn't he happy to learn?"

"Ghosts love to study!" Harry rolled his eyes, expressing that he is not a child who loves to study at all, "Study? Hmph, learn..."

"Learn ass," Ron said quickly, "Okay Hermione, it's only the second day of the Christmas holidays, why are you doing this? Let's have a good time this year first." Okay, always spoil the scenery like this..."

Hermione took a deep breath, and didn't get angry as expected, but nodded understandingly: "It's true that you shouldn't stretch the string so tightly, just play when it's time to play..."

"How did you become so reasonable?" Louis asked curiously. Isn't this Hermione's character? According to her temper, shouldn't she first roar at these two people?
"I actually listened to a lot of the criticisms of Hagrid and Ron yesterday." Hermione said sincerely: "Sometimes I'm actually too much, the relationship between two people, and the relationship between friends. The relationship should be relaxed and moderate, rather than blindly tightening the string, in this case, there will be a day when it will be broken sooner or later."

"That..." Ron raised his neck, coughed, and said awkwardly, "I'm glad you can figure this out, Hermione."

"But I still have to say it, Ron!" Hermione changed the subject: "Even if you don't write other papers, Professor Snape's paper on Potions, and Professor McGonagall's paper on Transfiguration, these two You must finish your thesis...I don't want you to be left in the office by one of them..."

Ron shuddered involuntarily as he reflected on his happy experience in Snape's office.

(End of this chapter)