I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 271 December

Marilyn ranked second with a high score of 45 points. If Karkaroff hadn't deserved a beating, her score would definitely have been higher than this.

She stood in front of the stage, smiling brightly and waving to the audience.

She was very satisfied with her second place result. Marilyn was not jealous of Catherine at all. She would be jealous of someone like Furong who was similar to her, but she could only look up to Catherine, who was so different from her in every way.

So, I’ll be satisfied if I can get second place!

"Harry! What's going on?" Hermione growled. "You also got 45 points. How come Mr. Bagman forgot about you?"

"That's right, Harry!" whispered Ron, and he stood up. "I'm going to go and tell Mr. Bagman what's going on..."

After that, he walked behind Mr. Bagman and whispered something, but the noise in the room was too noisy and he couldn't hear what they were saying. After a while, Ron came back and made an OK gesture to Harry.

"I've talked to him, we just have to wait." Ron said with a frown. He was still a little complaining that Mr. Bagman had forgotten about his good brother.

After a while, Mr. Bagman shouted, "Oh... sorry, I forgot one thing. Ouch, this is a huge mistake - the second place tied with Miss Chabanol is Mr. Harry Potter from Hogwarts! He also got 45 points! Let us congratulate him!"

Harry quickly stood up and walked to the front of the stage. His eyes were fixed on the Gryffindor side. The Gryffindor seats had become a joyful golden and red ocean.

The little lions called out Harry's name loudly and gave him their most sincere blessings.

When the cheers died down, Mr. Bagman continued, "Then the third place is Mr. Vasily Petrenko from Durmstrang! His final score is - forty-four points! Let us congratulate him!"

After the cheers, Mr. Bagman mentioned the other contestants one by one. Viktor was fourth with 43 points, and Cedric and Fleur were tied for fifth with 42 points each.

Mr. Bagman, who was sitting in the guest of honor seat, looked overjoyed, as if he had just successfully crossed a fire dragon.

"Well, I just have a few words to say," Mr. Bagman said to the warriors after everyone had quieted down. "The second project will begin at 9:30 a.m. on February 24th next year. Before that, you can rest for a long time - but we have some questions for you to think about."

At this point, Mr. Bagman pointed to the golden eggs in Fleur's arms. "Look down at the eggs you each hold. You'll see that they can be opened - see that seam there? It's the dark, thin one. Well, it's a little hard to see. I must say that you must solve the clues in the eggs - that will tell you what the second item is."

"I think you can make sufficient preparations in nearly half a year! So, you are all clear, right? No problem? Well, everyone can leave the stadium in an orderly manner. I hope you can take the things you left at your seats with you, so you don't have to come back to look for them."

Halfway through his walk, Harry was stopped by Rita Skeeter, who had caught up excitedly.

Harry was obviously caught off guard, he didn't know how to deal with this annoying reporter who liked to make a big news. Rita Skeeter's eyes were shining with excitement, and she kept looking at Ron, Hermione and Harry. It was estimated that she had prepared a tens of thousands of words of a love triangle in her mind.

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter. Goodbye, Ms. Skeeter." Harry said quickly, pulling Hermione and Ron and running away quickly.

He didn't want to be interviewed by Ms. Skeeter again. God knew what kind of shit this old woman could come up with.

After being dumped by Harry, Rita found Louis behind her.

"You mean, you want to interview Catherine?" Louis immediately understood Rita's purpose.

Rita nodded continuously, saying that it was her greatest honor to interview Catherine.

"Then let's do it tomorrow morning. We're very busy today." Louis set the time for the interview. Rita didn't dare to object and could only nod in agreement.

The two of them did not rush back to the office, but followed Draco's advice and went back to the Slytherin common room first. As expected, when they walked into the Slytherin common room, there was once again a warm noise and cheers. Whether it was the table or the chair, there were piles of cakes like small mountains, and jugs of pumpkin juice and butter beer.

Crabbe and Goyle set off some Filibuster fireworks in the lounge, dotting the air with stars and sparks. I don't know who hired a special artist to draw a Hungarian Horntail squatting on the banner hanging high up. It was probably Draco's work.

When Catherine put the golden egg on the table, the cheers became even louder, and the entire Slytherin common room was as lively as that of Gryffindor.

"Oh my god, it's quite heavy." Pansy picked up the golden egg that Catherine had placed on the table, weighed it a few times with her hand, and said impatiently, "Open it quickly, Miss Volley. I heard from the host, Mr. Ludo Bagman, that the clue to the next project is in this golden egg. Can we all see what's inside?"

Catherine did not object. She was in a good mood today, so she simply agreed to their request.

"Okay, Pansy, Miss Wallace has agreed." Draco said with a smile, "Open it quickly and let's see what's inside."

What they didn't notice was that Louis slowly put his hands over his ears and touched Catherine with his legs. Catherine saw Louis's action and instantly understood what was going on. She cast an ear-blocking spell on herself and pretended nothing happened while looking at the people in front of her.

Pansy dug her fingernails into a circle of grooves on the golden egg and pried the egg open with force.

It was empty, there was nothing inside - but the moment Pansy opened it, an extremely horrible, sharp and piercing scream filled the entire room. Louis always felt that he seemed to have heard a similar sound - oh, yes, it was like the sound of an iron drill scratching hard on iron sheet, which made people's teeth ache.

"Quick! Close it!" Draco shouted, covering his ears. Crabbe and Goyle, who were closest to the golden egg and had their faces close to it before Pansy opened it, had already fallen to the ground unconscious due to the screams. Pansy was relatively calm. She quickly closed the golden egg again, which stopped the teeth-grinding sound.

Daphne Greengrass looked at the closed golden egg with lingering fear and asked palely, "What the hell is this? Oh my god, it sounds like a female ghost screaming on Halloween. Will a female ghost guard the next project? It looks like it will be a fierce ghost..."

"It shouldn't be..." Her sister Astoria thought thoughtfully, "Looking at the extent of the scream, I think it should be... the test of the Cruciatus Curse?"

"Oh, don't be silly, Astoria." Draco covered his face and said, "This is illegal. They can't use the Cruciatus Curse on the warriors - I think the sound is like someone singing - like Crabbe or Goyle singing, I have had the pleasure of witnessing their terrible -"

When he got to this point, Draco stretched out his voice and stopped talking, with a look of lingering fear on his face, obviously shaken by the singing of the two of them.

It's the psychological shadow of childhood.

It must be said that Draco's guess was not wrong - there was actually a song in the golden egg, but you couldn't just open it and listen to it.

After the first project was completed, the little dragon model could be kept. I don't know what magic was used, but Catherine's Hungarian Horntail was lifelike, as if it were alive. Catherine was not interested in the little dragon, so she gave it to Elizabeth. Elizabeth obviously inherited the violent genes of the old London Union Jack. She loved this little pet so much that she was inseparable from it, even hugging it when she slept.

Another person who had the same problem as Elizabeth was Harry. He treated his little Norwegian Spinosaurus in the same way. When they had nothing to do, they would often get together to discuss the details of raising pets, from the little dragon to Quidditch, to finding the ball, and finally to riding their respective Firebolts to go out for a real fight.

Harry had to admit that there are always people better than you, and Elizabeth's flying talent was definitely rare in the world.

The next day, Rita came to interview Catherine as promised. She was quite normal and didn't say anything outrageous. Of course, it was also possible that Louis looked too kind and amiable.

November passed by quickly. In December, there were often howling winds in the Scottish Highlands. Rain and snow were also frequent this year. There were often drafts in the castle, blowing on the body and making the heart cold.

Fortunately, the walls of the castle are very thick, and the hot fire can dispel the coldness of the students. Compared with the big ship where Karkaroff lives, which is swaying in the wind and waves, Hogwarts is considered quite warm.

The students of Durmstrang were thankful more than once that they did not live on the ship with Karkaroff, but were scattered to live in the lounges of various colleges. While warming themselves by the fireplace in the college lounge, enjoying snacks and drinking steaming butter beer, thinking of the headmaster Karkaroff who was as cold as a pheasant in winter on the ship, the students of Durmstrang could not help but mourn for him for half a second from the bottom of their hearts, and then raised their glasses to clink together to show their congratulations.

There was a constant supply of malt whisky in the trough of Madame Maxime's horse, and the aroma of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the students who were attending the Care of Magical Creatures class feel dizzy.

"Hagrid's spring has come," Louis commented in a low voice quite pertinently.

"How do you know?" Ron asked puzzled.

"I just know it." Louis had a wise look on his face, and then he saw the blasting-tailed skrewt feed that Hagrid was holding, and his face froze.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating, alas," Hagrid told his shivering classmates in the pumpkin patch, "but we might as well give it a try and see if they're asleep..."

The big box in front of the students was covered with fluffy blankets and pillows, and the blasting-tailed skrewt was lying quietly inside, contrary to its previous temper of fighting when it was not convinced. Seamus looked at the blasting-tailed skrewt and asked loudly: "Professor Hagrid, I have a question..."

"Ah, it's Seamus." Hagrid ran his hand through his scraggly beard. "Go ahead."

"How do we determine whether the skrewt is hibernating? What should we do to test it?" Seamus asked hesitantly.

Draco said immediately, "Oh, I know that." He looked at Hagrid with ill intent and smiled, "Perhaps Professor Hagrid means for us to stretch out our hands and test it. If our hands are gone, it means the skrewts are not hibernating; if your hands are still there, it means they are really asleep..."

As soon as Draco finished speaking, the classmates burst into laughter.

No one wanted to give Hagrid face - after all, the blasting-tailed skrewt looked so damn ugly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the slug in the first box suddenly made a beeping sound from its tail. It continued to explode its flaming tail, blowing a hole in the box. The students immediately stepped back, and the slug opened the box with a bang, revealing its gray-black, slippery body, as well as its disgusting tentacles and suckers.

Draco was startled. He was the closest to the blasting-tailed skrewt. He subconsciously drew out his wand and fired a series of sparks at the blasting-tailed skrewt, trying to scare it away. At the same time, the remaining nine blasting-tailed skrewts also jumped over from behind. Seeing this, Harry immediately took Ron forward and imitated Draco in using his wand to spray sparks at the blasting-tailed skrewts.

"Hey! Don't scare them!" Hagrid was anxious. Those blasting-tailed skrewts were his treasures.

"I think we're getting scared, Hagrid," Draco said loudly, cornering a skrewt with his sparks and pinning it with his trunk.

Louis was not idle either. He used Transfiguration to conjure up big hands and pinched the remaining skrewts one by one and put them back into the box - he subconsciously used a little force, and the skrewts that had been pinched looked a little wilted.

He controlled his strength very well, not causing any serious damage to the blasting-tailed skrewts, but also successfully eliminating some of their vitality.

Draco and Ron were both sprayed by the blasting-tailed skrewts to varying degrees, with several holes burned in their clothes and pants; Harry's condition was more serious, as he was accidentally sprayed with sparks on his arm, and his wand fell to the ground and was almost stepped on by him.

Harry picked up his wand with lingering fear and touched his old friend with some heartache. It was not until the blasting-tailed skrewt was caught that he felt the burns and he grimaced in pain.

(End of this chapter)