A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

"what is that?"

Hermione and Ron spoke at the same time, but seeing Harry so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, she quickly closed her book and said decisively, "We'll talk again tomorrow. I finished a proposal while you were away. Although some details are still unclear, we have a general idea of ​​what the second project is about. Preparations must be put on the agenda."

“You decide, Hermione.” Harry yawned again. Professor Hyp’s potion was working well; he didn’t feel a headache, just extreme sleepiness. He went into his dormitory, changed into his pajamas, and went straight to sleep.

Chapter 423 The Broken Chair

Principal's Office —

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Felix nodded seriously.

“Leave the rest to me, Felix,” Dumbledore said, taking the responsibility.

"You have a solution?" Felix asked in surprise. "Albus, there's never been a precedent for this before, and the snake is dead. At least I can't figure it out right now, but if given enough time, there's still hope..."

Dumbledore simply said calmly, "I understand." Felix understood the implication of 'that's enough,' and took his leave. He felt that Dumbledore was thinking about something different from him, but the information available was too limited. However, as he had said before, he was not prepared to give up; the soul was also an important magical subject.

However, with almost no prior experience, the chances of success in a short period of time are slim.

Felix stood at the window on the eighth floor of the castle, deep in thought: "Instead of considering the soul, we should focus on Voldemort. There are at least three very clear ways to deal with him, and each one is worth trying—destroy the Horcruxes, eliminate the remnant soul, and capture the resurrected Voldemort."

He stood on high ground, gazing at the faint lights flickering at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, unaware that at that very moment, a fascinating adventure was unfolding in Beauxbatons' carriage—

The carriage lights were almost off, leaving only a dim nightlight. Furong pushed open the door, carefully observed both sides, and slipped lightly out of the room.

Holding a golden egg in her hands, she tiptoed toward Madame Maxim's private bathroom. As she passed a bedroom, the door creaked open. Jacqueline Bourgeva emerged from the room in her pajamas.

"Hibiscus? What are you doing—" Jacqueline was stunned, looking at Hibiscus holding the golden egg, carefully moving forward along the wall.

Hibiscus thought to herself, "Oh no!" and quickly covered Jacqueline's mouth, "Keep your voice down! Don't wake Mrs. Maxim..."

Jacqueline blinked obediently.

When Furong let go, she looked at Furong curiously, her gaze lingering on Furong's bare feet for a few seconds.

"You're not even wearing shoes?"

“I don’t need it. The whole way is carpeted. I walked along the wall and no one stepped on me…” Fleur proudly raised her head, and Jacqueline’s expression grew increasingly strange.

"I'll take you to a nice place," Furong decisively changed the subject.

In fact, after the first project ended, she stopped talking to the other two warriors, thinking they were too cowardly. The other two warriors also felt that they had not performed well and were dejected all day long.

They walked to the end of the carpeted path and came to the innermost huge room, with a dark brown oak door that was ten feet high.

“This is not Mrs. Maxim’s—”

“Oh, I know,” said Fleur. She cautiously approached the door, whispered the command, and the door opened silently a crack. She slipped inside, startling Jacqueline who was standing next to her.

That's incredibly skillful...

Before she could react, a hand reached out from inside, grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her into the room.

Before them stood a luxurious bathroom, its floors and walls entirely covered in silver tiles, and a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling, casting a soft glow. Besides the usual toiletries, at the far end was a large, separate shower room. Hibiscus handed the golden egg to Jacqueline, stood before the glass door of the shower room, her eyes sparkling.

“Hibiscus, even if you want to take a bath, there’s no need to sneak into Mrs. Maxim’s bathroom,” Jacqueline said with a worried look. If they got caught, they’d be in big trouble.

"Don't worry, I've been here more than once." Hibiscus tossed her shimmering silver hair and said with a bright smile. "Let me show you the luxurious bath."

She pushed open the door, and the room was filled with mist and a faint, pleasant fragrance—Mrs. Maxim's favorite aromatherapy. A huge bathtub, resembling a swimming pool, occupied most of the space. A gilded vanity mirror stood in a passageway, and two white towels the size of bed sheets hung on metal hooks on the wall. "I've been looking forward to the end of the day," Fleur said cheerfully.

She quickly slipped off her pajamas, revealing a one-piece swimsuit, seemingly having come prepared. Furong stretched a few times on the spot, then leaped into the water like a fish, swimming over ten meters in one breath before emerging from the water to reveal her elegant hair.

“Come down, Jacqueline,” she invited, her voice echoing pleasantly between the empty walls.

Jacqueline shook her head, picked up the golden egg, and walked to the side, glancing at the door every few seconds, afraid that Mrs. Maxim would come in at this moment, even though she should have been asleep by now.

She stood beside her for a while, watching Furong's graceful swimming posture, which resembled that of a beautiful mermaid. Her long silver hair and elegant neck were faintly visible in the mist, and even she was envious of Furong's natural charm.

Jacqueline held the golden egg, her arm aching slightly. She looked around and chose a beautiful chaise lounge—which, like the rest of the room's furnishings, was enormous. She placed the golden egg in the middle of the chair and lay down herself.

"what?"

This trip made her realize something different. She propped herself up and reached down, her fingertips touching a soft yet resilient layer of air. She felt as if she were lying in the softest cotton cloud, without worrying about sinking in.

"Mrs. Maxim really knows how to enjoy life," Jacqueline couldn't help but think, noting that the students' bathhouse didn't have such things.

She laid her body completely on the recliner, resting her head on a round wooden pillow. She had expected it to be hard, but it felt like a layer of air beneath her, comfortably supporting her head. She seemed to hear singing in her ears, and her tense nerves naturally relaxed.

She felt as if she were floating on clouds, so comfortable she was almost asleep. She didn't know how much time had passed—

"How is it? This chair is comfortable, isn't it?" A voice seemed to come from beyond the sky. Jacqueline was a little confused. Who was speaking? She opened her eyes and saw Fleur wearing a large towel, looking at her with big eyes.

"Fu, Furong, you're done washing, we'd better leave—" She tried to get up, but Furong pressed her head back down.

Furong then lay down next to her, letting out a pleasant sound.

“This chair is so comfortable, I wish I could sleep on it forever, but unfortunately it’s not available for sale.” She complained, “I’ve been waiting for almost a month, and there’s still no news about Future World Company going public.”

"Is this a product of 'Future World' Company?" Jacqueline asked softly. Even she had heard of this company, because its branch had opened on the most bustling magic street in France, named Future World Store No. 3.

“That’s right,” Fleur said lazily, closing her eyes. “The owner of Future World Corporation is Mr. Felix Heap. You’ve met him. He’s the professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts and also a board member at Beauxbatons.”

Jacqueline's eyes widened.

After lying comfortably for a while, Fleur picked up the golden egg and looked it over from left to right. "Have you cracked the secret of the golden egg?" Jacqueline asked. The golden egg was always kept by Fleur's side, and the other two warriors rarely had access to it.

"Not yet," said Furong. She was originally very anxious, but every time she sat in this "cloud chair," she felt that all her worries disappeared. She spoke slowly and deliberately, with the characteristic languid emphasis of French.

“I heard from François (another warrior) that Madame Maxime intends to intervene…”

“I know,” said Hibiscus, wrinkling her delicate nose as she placed the golden egg on her person. “She told me a long time ago, but I refused. I wanted to unravel the secret myself.”

Jacqueline looked at Fleur with envy. Perhaps in Mrs. Maxim's eyes, Fleur was the only true warrior.

"Click".

The crisp sound reached their ears.

"What's that sound?" Furong asked alertly.

Jacqueline shook her head, straightened up, and looked towards the bathroom door like a startled fawn. Even the chair she was sitting on couldn't put her at ease. With a trembling voice, she said, "Could it be Mrs. Maxim...?"

"Impossible." Furong hesitated, but she was also a little uneasy. She raised her long neck and listened carefully for a while. "Don't worry, there's nothing there. I've been here several times. Mrs. Maxim's schedule is very regular."

Jacqueline could only lie down again helplessly.

"How wonderful~"

“Yes,” Jacqueline agreed. Whether it was the feeling of lying in the chair or the signs that her relationship with Fleur had improved, it was all good for her.

They lay quietly for a while, and in their drowsy state, another voice came—

"Click".

“I heard it again,” Jacqueline said.

"Maybe it's just my imagination," said Hibiscus, touching the golden egg with one hand and closing her eyes.

A calm voice suddenly rang out from above them, with a tone of annoyance and amusement: "It's not a hallucination, I'm pretty sure that's the sound coming from my chair."

“Is that so…” Furong clicked her tongue, “I don’t think so.”

"Mrs. Maxim! What brings you here?" Jacqueline's terrified voice rang in her ears.

Furong looked somewhat bewildered. Who was Jacqueline talking to? Mrs. Maxim? Who was Mrs. Maxim?

Fleur suddenly opened her eyes, meeting a tall, imposing figure and sharp gaze. She let out a scream and sat bolt upright. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Maxim, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have sneaked in and used your chair without permission..."

However, Mrs. Maxim did not hear Fleur's apology clearly, because the bathroom was filled with another sharp, piercing scream. The golden egg fell to the ground when Fleur suddenly sat up, hit the groove on it, and bounced away on its own.

As the golden egg emitted a chilling scream, it rolled along, stubbornly tracing an arc under the watchful eyes of three pairs of people, before finally plunging into the water with a "plop."

Furong paused for a moment, then obediently stood up and said in a serious tone, "Mrs. Maxim, I'll go down and retrieve the golden eggs right now." Without even looking at Mrs. Maxim's reaction, she jumped directly into the spacious bathtub.

On the shore, Mrs. Maxim, with a stern face, asked Jacqueline, "Did Fleur bring you here?"

“No, no, we decided to come together,” Jacqueline said timidly. “This is our first time here—”

Mrs. Maxim snorted. "You may be a first-timer, but Fleur might not be. I've known for a long time that she's after my chair." She was a little annoyed, but not because of Fleur, but because of Hagrid.

I don't know what's wrong with him lately, but these past few days, every time he comes to feed the Divine Horse, he'll subtly ask her if the Cloud Chair is damaged. He'll also loudly proclaim that he's good at repairing things and that if it's broken, she can ask him for help.

Mrs. Maxim was furious, thinking that Hagrid thought she was too heavy, otherwise why would he keep implying that she would break the chair?

She couldn't sleep in bed tonight, partly because Fleur was too stubborn and insisted on cracking the secret of the golden egg herself, and partly because of Hagrid. Feeling irritable, she thought of lying in the bathroom for a while.

Unexpectedly, there was a pleasant surprise.

Seeing Fleur pop her head out of the bath and look at her ingratiatingly, Mrs. Maxim sneered. She was determined to take this opportunity to persuade Fleur today, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. In any case, she didn't think that someone like Karkaroff would guarantee fairness as promised.

After the first project was completed, anyone who believed anything Karkaroff said was a complete fool.

There's a saying that's actually quite true: cheating has always been a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament. But when to cheat? Now is the perfect time. "Mrs. Maxim! I... I've discovered the secret of the golden egg!" Fleur's excited shout startled her awake, and she looked at Fleur suspiciously.

"It's true, I'll sing it to you—find us, where our voices resound, for we cannot sing on the ground. As you search, remember these key points: purple represents power; blue represents wisdom; gold represents, represents—"

Fleur began to sing, her voice beautiful and captivating, possessing an intoxicating charm. Mrs. Maxim and Jacqueline couldn't help but listen intently, but halfway through, Fleur suddenly paused, "Uh, sorry, I forgot the rest. Why don't you both come down?"

Half a minute later—

The three ladies simultaneously raised their heads from the bath, tossed their hair, and Mrs. Maxim fell into deep thought. "So that's how it is. I thought it would follow the four elements theory, with the golden egg representing life, and life referring to fire..."

She sat down in the chair, pondering the clues provided by the golden egg. Soon, she also thought of the only place in Hogwarts that fit the criteria: the Black Lake.

“It is said that there are many creatures in the Black Lake, such as fishmen, giant squid, and Grindelwald…” Fleur said softly, while pressing on Mrs. Maxim’s shoulder.

“But do these three creatures represent wisdom, strength, and growth?” Mrs. Maxim disagreed. “There must be something else. These are just obstacles for the warriors. You need to consider underwater survival and underwater combat spellcasting. As for wisdom and growth… these are not things that can be speculated on.”

"You're absolutely right, how come I didn't think of that?" Furong smiled charmingly.

Mrs. Maxim rolled her eyes at her, but since the secret of the golden egg had been solved, she didn't intend to pursue the matter further. "A little to the left," she instructed, and Fleur laughed even more heartily.

"Click—click—click—"

Suddenly, the chair beneath Mrs. Maxim emitted a series of rapid sounds, and the layer of air beneath her flickered twice before vanishing.

The three people stared at each other, with Mrs. Maxim's expression being the most surprised.

Did she really break this chair?

Chapter 424 Information about the Twins