I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 285 Clues to the Golden Egg

In the office, a huge red banner was hung with the words "Hagrid Emotional Seminar and How to Get Along with Women Seminar" inscribed on it, which was very formal.

Hagrid was like a 300-pound child who felt wronged. He looked up at the people who were about to criticize him from time to time and didn't dare to speak at all.

Sitting down there, was not only Hagrid, but also poor Ron.

Highlight a torture.

Halfway through the torture, Louis was almost forced to sit down, but Louis was obviously not such a coward. Under Catherine's protection, he was spared the fate of being tortured.

"If anyone wants to torture him, I will do it alone. It's not your turn, not even Aunt Emma!" Catherine's attitude was extremely tough, declaring the sovereignty of the deer.

Since Catherine was so protective of Louis, Emma couldn't say anything. She had reason to be angry, after all, both of her sisters were bullied by this little bastard...

Ye Ziyan also looked distressed, but unfortunately she couldn't persuade Emma.

Halfway through the criticism, there was a knock on the door. It was Cedric. He poked his head in and saw so many people in the room. He suddenly felt a little restrained.

"Cedric!" Ron called out with tears in his eyes, as if he had seen a relative.

Cedric is a bit confused. What is our relationship? You called me a pretty boy last time, why are you so affectionate today?

He looked up and saw the banner hanging above, and suddenly realized what was going on.

So they're holding a criticism meeting on this...

"What's wrong, Ced?" Louis asked, looking up. He was a little surprised by Cedric's arrival - why did this kid come here instead of being affectionate with Zhang Qiu?

"Let me... uh, um..." Cedric said hesitantly, "Tell me about the dragon. I owe you a favor. Listen, you know that golden egg, right? When you open your golden egg, will it make that kind of shrill scream?"

"Of course," Harry replied.

"Well, I suggest you take a bath, and then - um, take the golden egg, in hot water... well, think about it carefully, it will help you think, um, believe what I say."

Harry looked at him in confusion.

"Listen to me," Cedric said to Harry anxiously, "I don't need to worry about Catherine. Instead, you... use the prefect's bathroom. It's on the sixth floor, the fourth door on the left of the statue of Boris the Confused. 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?"

I have to say, the atmosphere in this office is gradually becoming hotter.

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

"Oh Harry, will you say goodnight to me?" Ron said to Harry sarcastically after Cedric left, causing the latter to burp with laughter.

"Oh my god, this atmosphere is so wrong. I think you should be careful about that pretty boy Diggory." Ron said solemnly, "I strongly suspect that he will lead you astray... I am so happy..."

Instead of trying to stop Ron from joking, Hermione thought seriously, "What does he mean? Why does he emphasize opening the golden egg in the bathroom, and why do he want us to pay attention to the hot water... Could it be that... the golden egg is to be opened underwater?"

Hermione, who was highly intelligent, guessed the blind spot immediately.

"Anyway, I think we can give it a try," Harry suggested, "We can try a few more methods and pool our wisdom..."

"I suggest we try separately. Catherine can have me to help her here." Louis said with a smile.

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

"Good idea!" Ron didn't want to stay in this place any longer. As Ron's good brother, Harry naturally saw this, otherwise he would not have called Ron when he slipped away.

He really made me cry to death.

As soon as the two men left, Hagrid could no longer sit still, and quickly slipped away. Only Louis and his family were left sitting on the sofa, looking at Louis at the same time.

"Why are you looking at me?" Louis felt a little flustered and quickly turned to call Sakuya: "Sakuya, go and run the bath water..."

Half an hour later, the two of them sat in the bathtub, staring blankly at the golden eggs.

"What should we do?" Catherine asked hesitantly. "Do we really have to listen to Miss Beaver and put the golden egg in water to open it?"

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."

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

This time, there was no screaming like in the Slytherin common room, but instead a gurgling singing sound coming from underwater. The singing came from underwater and it was unclear what was being sung.

"It works!" Catherine said happily, "It seems that Miss Beaver has a smart little brain. This method is quite good."

"I think you need to put your head under water, Little Moon." Louis said and added: "Of course, I still suggest you get a waterproof bubble spell first, otherwise your hair will get wet."

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

After a while, she raised her head and surfaced, looking at Louis with an embarrassed and angry expression.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked puzzledly. He didn't provoke him...why was he looking at me like that? He raised his arm a little unconfidently and looked around, but didn't find anything wrong.

"Get out of here!" Catherine said angrily, "I don't have the heart to listen to what it's singing!"

Louis groaned, stood up awkwardly from the bathtub, and sat aside. Catherine glared at him and lowered her head to enter the water again.

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

The sound was like a chorus, as if it came from far away, ethereal and unreal, and Catherine had to exert great effort to hear it clearly.

"Seek us, where our voices are heard,

We cannot sing on the ground.

As you search, consider:

We have taken away your most beloved treasure,
You only have an hour.

To find and regain what we took,
After an hour all hope is gone,
It has completely vanished, never to reappear..."

After the song was finished, Catherine raised her head from the water, closed the golden egg and took 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 belly by Catherine.

"I heard it... It seems like they are threatening me and want to take away my most beloved treasure." Catherine looked at Louis thoughtfully: "Could it be that they want to take you away? That makes sense..."

"Hey, hey, hey, can you please care about me? I'm about to be kidnapped by someone..." Louis pretended to look pitiful.

"Why should I care about you?" Catherine snorted arrogantly, "I don't believe that anyone in this magical world can take you away if you don't want to..."

"Don't be so sure, Little Moon." Louis sighed, "Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, none of them are something we can handle, just like the fallen angel who was hunting down Mom... If it weren't for Lemonia, we would all be finished."

“Isn’t that solved too?” Catherine asked in confusion. She didn’t understand why Louis was still so unhappy.

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

"You have a point." Catherine nodded seriously.

"So don't be careless. There shouldn't be any accidents during this event. It's not necessarily that they will do this or that to me... Think about it, besides me, what else do you treasure?"

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

But Catherine shook her head, saying that she had no other treasures besides Louis.

"Okay, don't dwell on this issue anymore. Everything will be clear when the time comes. You don't believe me, but you also believe Headmaster Dumbledore?" Louis said with a smile, "Even if I was captured, Headmaster Dumbledore would try his best to ensure our safety instead of leaving us alone - don't worry, if he really didn't care, the headlines the next day would definitely be a criticism of him..."

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

On the second day of Christmas, everyone got up very late. The Hogwarts Great Hall was much quieter than the previous days. People were chatting casually, and sometimes they were chatting happily, but they would be interrupted by yawns from time to time.

Speaking of which, Hermione's hair became messy again, no longer as smooth as it was at the ball.

She confessed to everyone that she had sprayed her hair with a lot of smoothing spray in preparation for the dance.

"But it would be too much trouble to do this every day," she said pragmatically, scratching Crookshanks' ears, causing the cat to hum with pleasure.

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

"Take away our most beloved things?" Harry whispered, looking up at Louis: "Are you going to take away my Hedwig, or my beloved Firebolt? Mamma Mia..."

He expressed his surprise with a deliberately exaggerated Italian phrase.

Louis did not expose it, but smiled and said: "I think it is very likely that you are asked to find your Firebolt, just like Catherine went to find her bows - God, I really don't know how obsessed this woman is with bows. Bows are the most common accessories on her body. I counted them this morning and found 26 bows on her body..."

"That's terrifying." Louis shuddered.

As a result, he also forgot about the second project. Louis obviously didn't want Harry to have too much fun, so he quickly asked, "How are your homeworks during the holidays? Especially the essay assigned by Professor Snape. If you don't do it, he might be a little unhappy."

Harry's face fell.

"No, don't say it, Louis." Harry looked a little tangled. "Don't remind me of homework. Now that you mention it, I suddenly remember that I still have two Transfiguration papers to write... God, I think Professor McGonagall really needs to stay away from Snape. Nothing good will come of being close to him. You see, why do you have to learn to assign homework for others..."

"You are judging without knowing Professor McGonagall!" Hermione pointed a finger and growled in a low voice, "Harry! Professor McGonagall is doing this for your own good. What have you been doing during the holidays? You've been playing wizard cards with Ron every day, or having pillow fights with your roommates. Oh my God... I really can't understand, what's the point of playing? Isn't he happy studying?"

"Only a fool would love to study!" Harry rolled his eyes, indicating that he was not a studious kid at all. "Study? Humph, study..."

"Learn nothing." Ron quickly replied, "Okay Hermione, it's only the second day of the Christmas holiday, why are you doing this? Why don't we just celebrate the New Year happily first? You have to ruin the mood like this..."

Hermione took a deep breath, and instead of getting angry as expected, she nodded in understanding: "We really shouldn't keep things so tight, we should just play when we need to..."

"Why have you become so reasonable?" Louis asked curiously. This is not Hermione's character. According to her temper, she would roar at these two people first.
"I actually took Hagrid and Ron's criticism of me yesterday to heart," Hermione said sincerely. "Sometimes I'm actually quite excessive. The relationship between two people, and the relationship between friends, should be relaxed and tense, instead of blindly keeping the string tight. If you do that, it will break 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 something to say, Ron!" Hermione changed the subject: "Even if you don't write other papers, you must complete Professor Snape's Potions paper and Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration paper... I don't want you to be left in the office by either of them..."

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

(End of this chapter)